Who is The Bad Ass Bride?
That's me, of course. You can call me Rhonda, Ms. Vous, or Mrs. Bad Ass.
I'm a graphic designer, burlesque dancer, screenwriter and overall bad ass. Oh, and I work as a nurse too.
I'm creating this bio to collect my thoughts for my bad ass wedding, and to help others be bad ass, too.
Who is Mr. Badass?
His name is Joel, aka Uncle Badass, Mr. Badass, or Mr. Vous. He's a computer software programmer, gamer, metal head, and the original Badass. You wouldn't know it just by looking at him, but he's totally hard core. (btw, he insists that the 'masculine' version of bad ass is one word, so he insists on keeping the spelling as such. whatever.)
Sideshow Bob at his arrest
Why Bad Ass?
Cuz it's fun to say.
It just sort of came together. I had taken the picture of my ring that looks like I'm flicking off the camera, and titled it 'bad ass bride' as a joke. When I thought about it, I found it endlessly amusing, especially since most of my wedding planning ideas are completely girly and just the opposite. Joel used to have a metal radio show in college where he was called Badass, so it just made sense to keep it.
But don't get it twisted, I still have my bad ass tendencies.
Bad Asses in Action
Us at a wedding.
No I'm not naked, though that would be super bad ass.
See how bad ass we are?
How on Earth did You Two Meet?
We have a mutual friend from college (we didn't know each other in college, but went to the same school) who comes to town from time to time and gets people together. One such occasion 4 years ago it was his birthday. I wasn't even sure I wanted to go, but I figured why not, I don't see him that often, etc. and for a split second I thought 'who knows, I might meet someone cool! haha.'
Well a few hours and a few beers later I spot Joel, drinking my drink (a Stella Artois at the time). I guess after a few I thought he was cute (j/k he was cute even before the beer) and went to talk to him. We chatted, and he bought me a beer, and we chatted some more, etc. I worked nights at the time and he had fridays off (this was a thursday night) so I invited him to go play darts after the party. We played darts. I flirted and grabbed his butt. We wentback to my place and made out. (that's all I promise!) And the next day he wouldn't leave until I kicked him out because I had to go to sleep so I could work that night. I was a little thrown by that, but apparently not enought because I gave him my number and told him to call whenever he wanted, and that he didn't have to wait that whole 3 days crap--I don't mess around! We made plans to see eachother the following friday, and I saw him on sunday. And monday.
I was kinda sorta seeing another guy who lived in another state who was supposed to come visit me the following weekend, but I promptly broke it off with him so I could go on a date with Joel. We had our first date and as they say, the rest is history!
What's kinda funny is we were talking about that fateful night in retrospect, and he said that he also was thinking of not going to the birthday party, but changed his mind and also had the brief thought that maybe he's meet someone interesting. I always gag at those types of stories, or when people are all like 'I just knew when we met we would get married' and yet I am now one of those people. I apologize if I make you gag.
