Tango
... it was raining heavily enough to flood all the major roads, while 100 or so people in slightly rain-soaked formal attire, including one nervous bridegroom, awaited the arrival of Tango and her bridal party. 
(I can't believe it's been two years, time flies when you're having fun!)
The people at the reception hall, including my hapless fiance and his friends, had to move the set-up for the ceremony first from the flooded lawn to the terrace (plan B), and when the terrace also became flooded, into the hall (plan C). In the meantime, my bridesmaids (two friends, my sister and future sister-in-law) had spent the morning having our hair and make-up done and generally being relaxed. We clearly got the better end of the deal.
I remember so clearly sitting in in the limousine next to my sister, while the driver pulled over to the kerb and waited patiently for the rain to subside. 'Rain' is too weak a word for that torrential downpour of biblical proportions. The water level around the car reached halfway up the tyres, and the water churned all down the street, creating the effect of being on a river cruise -- of course, few people would choose to take a river cruise in a bridal gown complete with crinoline. Recycling boxes and random objects that had been swept onto the road were merrily floating along downstream while we sat in the car and waited, and the people at the reception hall hurried to get the last of the mostly-dry chairs into the hall.
For some reason none of this bothered me in the slightest. My sister, who was pale as a sheet and shaking with nerves, turned to me in the car and said, "How can you be so calm? You're a freak!" In fact, I don't think I have ever felt quite so calm and cheerful in all my life, with the possible exception of the day after I handed in my honours thesis (and for the same reason). It was an incredible post-adrenaline bliss.
Once we did manage to get to the hall, everything went pretty smoothly, including my speech -- which I hadn't had time to write and so made up on the spot. Nothing quite like delivering an impromptu speech in front of 100 relatives. I recall people laughing in all the right places, but for the life of me I can't remember what I actually said. I think there were a lot of thankyous. (I would like to thank the Academy...)
Ah, the memories... It was certainly one of the most fun days I've ever had.
Now, two years later, perhaps I can finally get around to putting all the photos into an album?
Tango
(I can't believe it's been two years, time flies when you're having fun!)The people at the reception hall, including my hapless fiance and his friends, had to move the set-up for the ceremony first from the flooded lawn to the terrace (plan B), and when the terrace also became flooded, into the hall (plan C). In the meantime, my bridesmaids (two friends, my sister and future sister-in-law) had spent the morning having our hair and make-up done and generally being relaxed. We clearly got the better end of the deal.
I remember so clearly sitting in in the limousine next to my sister, while the driver pulled over to the kerb and waited patiently for the rain to subside. 'Rain' is too weak a word for that torrential downpour of biblical proportions. The water level around the car reached halfway up the tyres, and the water churned all down the street, creating the effect of being on a river cruise -- of course, few people would choose to take a river cruise in a bridal gown complete with crinoline. Recycling boxes and random objects that had been swept onto the road were merrily floating along downstream while we sat in the car and waited, and the people at the reception hall hurried to get the last of the mostly-dry chairs into the hall.
For some reason none of this bothered me in the slightest. My sister, who was pale as a sheet and shaking with nerves, turned to me in the car and said, "How can you be so calm? You're a freak!"
In fact, I don't think I have ever felt quite so calm and cheerful in all my life, with the possible exception of the day after I handed in my honours thesis (and for the same reason). It was an incredible post-adrenaline bliss.Once we did manage to get to the hall, everything went pretty smoothly, including my speech -- which I hadn't had time to write and so made up on the spot. Nothing quite like delivering an impromptu speech in front of 100 relatives.
I recall people laughing in all the right places, but for the life of me I can't remember what I actually said. I think there were a lot of thankyous. (I would like to thank the Academy...)Ah, the memories... It was certainly one of the most fun days I've ever had.
Now, two years later, perhaps I can finally get around to putting all the photos into an album?
Tango
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27.04.2005 в 13:01-
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27.04.2005 в 21:00Со второй годовщиной вас. ))
Мда, слово-то какое...
В общем, живите долго и Щастливо, и пусть последующие годы станут не менее, а только более радостными. )
П.С. А я помнила, помнила!.. )))
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28.04.2005 в 00:39Jessica
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28.04.2005 в 09:35Thank you!!
CryBaby
Thanks! And I didn't secretly post this to remind you or anything
Jessica
Thank you!
Re story -- believe me, it's a nice surprise to be writing something again.
Tango
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30.04.2005 в 00:15Yeah, I'm still waiting for that email! :P
Jessica