September 13, 2364

Despite my display in the dress shop, and continued insistence that I was not having a traditional Klingon wedding, my mother still keeps making suggestions. She didn't even stop when Travis and I boarded the transport for Earth, she kept contacting us over subspace during our trip. I eventually started making excuses to get off the comm with her, and it frustrated me to be stuck with the options of either lying to her, or her ignoring my wishes and trying to force her desires for my wedding upon me.

I wish I could say it got better when we arrived on Earth. However, Cindy started in on us right away. She was pointing out this and that nice cathedral in downtown Boston, or adorable hotels with great catering for the reception. She was a little surprised by my wish to include leather as the featured fabric for my dress, but did start listing off some less conventional tailors and designers in the area where I might be happy with the results.

My mother still kept calling, even after Travis and I had arrived at Cindy's, and I finally got so fed up with it that I walked away from the comm. My mother was so surprised by this turn of events that she didn't disconnect the channel right away, and then Cindy elected to jump in, having been drawn to the room by the shouting my mother and I had been exchanging. I missed the entertainment first hand, but Travis had been in the kitchen at the time and overheard the whole of it. He had me in stitches when he told me about it later, as he did very silly impressions of both of our mothers as he told me of the things said.

His mother actually didn't bat an eyelash as she jumped into verbal battle with mine. The two women argued over what Travis and I should do for the wedding. Cindy accused my mother of trying to crush me, and my mother accused Cindy of coddling and overprotecting Travis. The weirdest thing about it, was in the end the two woman were laughing and talking like they were old friends. Travis and I are unsure if the two women seeming to form a bond is good or bad for us. We're trying to prepare if they start making agreements behind our back and presenting a united front on what to pressure us into doing.

The weirdest thing of all would be how often my mother's started talking to me now. She and I may be fighting tooth and nail over the details of the wedding, even what little there is to disagree over so far, but we've been talking to each other more since Travis and I got engaged, than we have in the years since I left home for flight school. And where I thought she held Travis up as someone who could do no wrong... I've noticed her starting to find fault in him.

I do have to admit that not only does it amuse me to finally see her realize he is indeed human and imperfect, but it amuses me to watch how he reacts to her realization of such... and I enjoy seeing him stand up for himself and me, despite seeing the less friendly side of my mother. Thankfully no combat threats have come of it...yet.

Travis and I are off to meet Blue at the port. He had elected to skip the Klingon half of our engagement tour, but he apparently liked Earth enough last time he came that he wanted to join up with us when we made it here.