So, at 9.30pm the day before the wedding, future Mr Mental bride,
looking very pale, finally left Bride House and headed off to his
parents house, grumbling about being kicked out of his house and leaving
a very nervous and alone mental bride alone with a lighter, a length of
ribbon, a craft knife and some diamantes. No, I wasn't trying to set
fire to things or hang myself from a light fitting with a length of
burgundy ribbon. I was changing the sash on my junior bridesmaid's
dresses from ivory to burgundy and I was singeing the end of the ribbons
so they didn't fray. Then I used the craft knife and diamante stickies
to jazz up their shoes.
Eventually, I went to bed,
setting my alarm for 6am the next day. I drifted off to sleep, trying
not to look at the veil hanging up, only to be shocked out of my lovely
deep sleep at 11pm by some drunk people outside heading out. Of course I
couldn't get back to sleep for ages, but eventually, at around 2am I
did sleep, only to be woken up by the same drunk people coming home at
3.30am. So I lay there, listening to them doing something that sounded
like throwing empties at wheely bins and getting more and more cross.
Didn't they know that a bride was trying to get some beauty sleep? I
had to look beautiful the next day dammit!!! Eventaully, the annoying
drunks passed out or went home and I drifted back to sleep...
...only
to wake at 6.50!! My alarm hadn't gone off. Total disaster. My
hairdresser was coming at 7.45 and I hadn't done my clay wrap or
anything else. I did the clay wrap but was still wrapped in bandages
when the hairdresser turned up. At least she got a good laugh. Then
everyone else started to show up. I was the most calm, running around
in my dressing gown making bacon rolls and finding stuff and trying to
keep peace between my bridesmaids.
To explain...I had
asked 4 bridesmaids. My maid of honour was my niece. She's almost 3
years older and my parents had helped bring her up so she's more like a
sister. Her 2 daughters were the junior bridesmaids and I'd asked H2Bs
cousin to be my other bridesmaid. They're quite close and he was
really happy. Only, she was a bit of a diva to be honest. She insisted
on using her own hairdresser. She wore different shoes (to be fair she
had an ingrowing toenail and wanted to hide it and did ask but it
didn't endear her to my other bridesmaids who thought she was stuckup),
she insisted on changing at night and she wouldn't get ready with us.
So, there was a certain amount of schadenfreude when she phoned in tears
because her hairdresser hadn't showed. My hairdresser was fully booked
so that wasn't an option. So she came over, did my makeup and insisted
on going home to get changed, which meant she wasn't here when the cars
arrived.
I remained calm until after my hair was done
and my MOH had zipped me into my dress. Then I saw it and it was all
real. And the cars came!! Oh my god!! It was actually happening!!!
Eeeeek.
Eventually, with everyone present and correct
we got into the cars. My mum and my bridesmaids into the Daimler limo
and me and my dad into the 1932 Daimler. My dad was so proud!! We
arrived at the venue and then suddenly that was it.
The
ceremony went by quickly. I nearly cried walking down the aisle with
my dad, but at the last moment, got the giggles instead., not helped
when H2B fluffed his lines during the lawful impediment bit and said "I
don't". Cue the registrar saying "I do. He does!", me hitting him and
H2B correcting himself, while everyone else laughed.
Then
the endless photos. It was so windy that my hair got wrecked, but our
photographer was so patient. My face hurt so much by the end.
Then
dinner (nommy but I couldn't fit much in my dress), speeches - my dad
had left his at home so had to wing it, Husband's made my mum and nieces
cry, and the best man who was really funny and eventually to the
dancing. Our first dance was the longest 2 minutes of my life but the
DJ played the wrong song for a fewe seconds. At my request - when
Husband proposed he went to put on our first dance song and put on
wonderwall instead - so the DJ replicated this. There was ceildih
dancing and a disco, cupcakes, buffet food and everyone seemed to have
fun. There were antics in the bushes (nobody has owned up) and a very
drunk girl who went to one guy's room and then home with another.
Everyone is making friends on facebook so I'm guessing it was a success.
And
best of all, the chav, Jeremy Kyle family members didn't show up. My
brother caused a bit of trouble when he called one of the other guests
an orangutan (she's ginger), but he's generally a bit offensive when
he's drunk. Husband's youngest brother was freaking people out by
hugging randoms and stroking everyone's sporrans.
I
can't believe it's over. It sounds so cliched but it just went by in a
blur. I had an amazing time and hopefully everyone else did too. So
worth the hassle and stress.
Days to the wedding: 0
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