I remember when registration meant picking out classes in college. The hardest decision I had to make was “do I want to take the 10am calc class, or the 2pm calc class?” It was a simpler time.
Recently, the term registration changed for me. I became engaged this past January and all of a sudden I found myself thrust into a world where I am picking out Fine China and Crystal Stemware. As the registration consultant in Bloomingdale’s was showing us how to use the scanner, all I was thinking was “Does this mean I am an actual adult?” She handed the scanner over to my fiance Justin, because as she said “the guy usually has more fun.” I was about to find out how right she was.
I already know that Justin has the tendency to be a little.. um… impulsive. But when I saw the sparkle in his eye as he was given the scanner, I knew I was in trouble. As Justin tried to register for just about everything he saw, I tried as best I could to be patient. I figured I could just go online the next day and change things. It was clear how powerful he felt with that little scanner in his hand, so I let him have his moment. I did however, find it necessary to intervene with certain things. I wonder what people around us were thinking when they heard me say “I don’t think we really need a deep fryer” or “I don’t think an ice cream maker is necessary.”
After a couple of hours we finished up in Bloomingdale’s and I was happy with most of the things we selected. I knew Justin must have registered for some ridiculous things when I wasn’t looking, so the next morning I woke up and signed into our registry online. I was not surprised to find a Jimmy Buffett Margarita Maker and a Heineken Beertender, among other things. Needless to say, certain things were removed.
