Not just another wedding! My wedding!

End of august 2008
“Will you be my wife?’’  …With tears in my eyes, streaming on my sun overburned  face, gazing at the big shiny diamond on my finger and loosing myself in the crowd’s screams ‘’say yes, say yes, say yes’’, I swear to my lover ‘yes, I do’!

Next day, after a magic  sex marathon, we call our parents on the other end of the globe...and from here everything is quite a story.

Back home from USA and still daydreaming at the magic experiences I had there,I waste some time getting informations about perfect weddings. I have no idea how a wedding should be...but I’m glad there are friends, and family, and internet and magazines. Yea, right, goodluck! His parents wants to pay for the wedding...but us, oh no, we want the wedding born from our own budget. So we decide to spend some time and work till we drop in other dreamland, UK. Not as good as USA

An idea winks back at me: THE DRESS. Yes, the one and only. I only know it has to be white and long and sexy. Enough said.

We start a brainstorm of how our wedding should be. I dream at a you+me  beach wedding, He wants his family present, He wants traditional wedding, I hate our stupid traditions, He wants a big wedding , I don’t want to spend that much, He gets stressed, I cry, we make love, we fight, I cry again ...after a month we agree. Big fancy wedding in our town, on the lake, in may at our 8^th anniversary.We need godfathers so we take both his sisters.Afterall, our love grew bigger under their loving eyes.

We think about the honeymoon...but just think, we don’t afford it yet.

13 months before the wedding

Get back at home on a mini vacation. We find the restaurant on the lake.Yes the one.Beautiful location, nice restaurant, good reputation. My brain produces some negative thoughts, but I save them for myself. Afterall, the lake is still water.true, smaller than the sea. But thats ok, we will make love on the beach on our honeymoon. 90 guests wedding...Yes.

We organise a small engagement party. Our parents and sisters meet for the first time in 8 years. Hell yea, shame on us!
We visit the church and sign the contract. Yes, for church. I really really wanted a bigger church, out of town, but the church is expensive...yes, you read well, the church is expensive! It burns your wallet ! Well, welcome to wedding industry !
We think again and this time we think about the music. We do not have time to look for a band  so we put our faith into our family’s hands, who produce for us a ‘’ good band’’.We do not have time to admire them live, but that’s ok, we put the faint into his sister’s taste...What???

They sign the contract( yes, another contract, wedding is all about contracts, so you should get yourself some good negociation skills) and we go back in England. Duty calls, what you think? We do’nt afford vacations now! Shortly after that we receive a dvd with our amazing band...We want to rip our hearts out and shave our heads! He gets stressed, I cry, we fight, we make love and then he cries. Cry me a river! Nice band, nice voices, but nice is NOT the word for our wedding. Anyway, we decide to go ahead, we do not afford more than 1300 £ for a band.:(

11 months before...After long white nights , red swollen eyes, I finally find it, Maggie Sottero .My precious! (sounds familiar?:) We make a stormy visit in London to view the dress. The shop attendant looks freaked when she sees us. How come a bride comes to view the dress with the future groom? That’s f...g impossible. But what, we have our own ideas. We don’t believe in badluck, just in love and god. His opinion is like the recipe book for me. I can’t do without it. He gazes with lust at me and tells me how beautiful I am. He likes the dress...and he likes the future bride. He wispers to my ear he wants me undressed. My face turns red, burning like a roast chicken...but I  get real and undress. 1000 £ is way too much for a dress that will only be worn 24 hours and then destroyed in countless  Trash the Dress sessions. He wants to buy it, I don’t. He is annoyed I am so cheap ..., but we agree afterall to search for another less expensive dress.

10 months before...We go home again , we need to solve some wedding related issues. We give jobs to families: alcohol, as much as possible, venue , stationery, flowers and all the stuff.We get our band rings..so romantic.My heart pumps so much love! We choose the wedding invitations. The perfect ones are to  be funny, just like us!  We buy them fast and leave them with parents to give them away....and they do it  so fast, everybody wayting for our wedding.

8 months before...I found another dress. Again we storm in the shop and again the shop assistant and again what the f..., how come the bride comes with the groom to try on the dress, and again that’s impossible. Oh, common, grow up woman, is the 21 century!

Unfortunately for me the one I like is not in stock so I put the order and wait 2 months till is to be mine. My precious! And is not a fortune, only 400 £. And the best thing ...is the one I always dreamt at since I was 10 and inlove with dresses from Sailor Moon cartoon( anybody, rings any bell?:)
6 months before. Is the most important , is tormenting us: wedding photographer. I have no idea how much he costs  and what requests he has. I browse some sites and blogs, some wedding albums are horror to my eyes, some inspire me and make me dream. Our photographer should be warm and friendly, be able to  capture our love and quite important make me look beautifull in all the pictures( what? Im not a goddess) .

Some fotographers that we like have our day already booked, one  doesn’t like our faces, one won’t come down to reality from his precious throne..”! Finally, after long debates, we find the one. THE PERFECT ONE.

We book the honeymoon, 8 beautiful days on a stranded island. Gran Canaria, here we come!
5 months before I buy my beautiful veil( 120 £, here I didn’t care it will empty my wallet), his nice groom attire and other small things.

We start to train for our first dance, but we are really really...horror. Anyway, enjoy Frank Sinatra ‘I got you under my skin’ , interrupted by ‘grease-you are the one that I want’.( you should see the face of my husband everytime we watch the video with our dance...he hides his head in the pillows just like the ostridge in the sand-that bad we were!... kidding, not so bad)
4 months before I dream about my bridal hair and make-up, I get stressed, I cry and cry and cry. A real bridezilla! As Im still in England, I ask my godparents to find me a good hairdresser and a good make-up artist. So again I put myself and wedding in danger! You know, the make-up I could do it myself, but I’m sure my hands will shake like mad on the big day.

We find and buy the perfect wedding favours: small golden boxes with perfumes. From e-bay.Really.

I nominate my bridesmaids, the dearest girls in my life: my sisters and his nieces.5 alltoghether, my guiding angels.

News from home! From 90 guests we reached 130.WTF? We panic, the restaurant is not big enough, we talked about 90 the maximum and now we will get all the village with cats and dogs and all the rest! Lucky us, pfeww, we have a big terrace, just hope in may will be warm enough and sunny.

4,3,2,1 month ... and almost married.

3 weeks before the big day we meet with our great Photographer( Ross Tanner from Youpluswephotography- he is quite cute btwJ) and we play a bit with camera, make some stunts, get childish...engagement session. We can’t wayt for our wedding! But...bad luck, Island volcano Reghchnhjjfuckinghellwhatalongname erupts and cuts all flights in and out of England. How will we get home then? I want to get married!

We get home finally after 2 quite bad days with the coach and start to prepare for the big day. We relax as much as we can, get some facial treatment( cosmetic ones, what do you have in mind?), learn to dance...and put my chastity belt for 2 weeks. I want an intense first night, and what a better idea than to stop my hubby to eat from the forbidden tree? 2 weeks without sex felt like a sea without fish, like a desert without water, like a horse without the rider...you name it!:) Probably that’s why my husband was screaming like mad at everyone on our wedding day. Lack of sex will eat you alive!

1 week before...

I don’t really remember anything from that week. Everything felt so chaotic, just like a dream. We had our civil ceremony 2 days before the wedding. The ‘make-up’ artist ( make-up artist my ass) made me look and feel like a clown( my husband could not find my face under all that make-up). But it wasn’t the end of the world. I cried a river during the civil ceremony( yes, 5 minutes, this is the length ): tears of happiness plus tears of pain due to the horror makeup. But when the officer pronounced ‘wife and husband’ all the worries were somewhere with Lucy in the sky. Thats it, I was a wife and nothingelse mattered! My husband loves me anyway!

The big day!

Well, that’s another story. A beautiful one.More beautiful than this.