September 5, 2364

It took Mother two days to calm down about my choices about my wedding. Even when she elected to talk to us again, she seemed more irritated with me for my shunning full on Klingon tradition, than with Travis for supporting me unconditionally.

She asked me first where I wanted to hold the wedding. Her objections to Luna and some of the nicer space stations we'd been based out of seemed to center around her assumption that she was going to be paying for everything, but Travis and I are well enough off that she doesn't need to. Also, depending on how much of the wedding is either supplied or located within Federation space, the money becomes less of an issue. When she asked why I wasn't considering Qo'noS, she was mad when I simply explained that outside of the family compound, I have never felt at home on this planet.

It seemed to encourage her some when I admitted that my dress was likely to at least be significantly influenced by Klingon tradition. I'd already started considering what I wanted on that front, as I expected that to be the most challenging part of the whole ordeal. Between the conflicting traditions I'd have to consider when selecting the dress, and my unique proportions, that was likely to require a full out custom design and fitting. She wasn't impressed by my considering going with “western” Human traditions for the dress color, even if I was likely to still have the design of the dress to otherwise be fairly strongly influenced by Klingon tradition. Despite this, she still insisted we should be able to go to the the shop she'd been so enthusiastic to tell me about when we'd first arrived, though she wasn't sure if it was likely to lower or raise the cost that I was considering a white for my dress color.

She's probably the only person, besides Blue, who has not been repeatedly demanding to know when the wedding date is. She's more concerned about details at this point, as far as I can tell. The more she nags, the more I feel like talking Travis into running off somewhere random, and getting hitched in the full on nude. I suspect that's the one line he might hold, as I know his mother is looking forward to her son finally getting married and he doesn't have the heart to take that away from her. So this leaves us with my mother's nosing in, having to pick a date, and construct a guest list.