Okay you guys, tomorrow I’m back at work, meaning today’s our last official day of honeymooning. But, my husband’s got man-cold so we’re just bumming around the house and pretending that we can stay home again tomorrow.
It’s grey and rainy outside, too, perfect weather for reminiscing about our grey and rainy wedding day ;)
For those who haven’t been reading along, Dan and I eloped. Like most weddings, we’ve experienced our fair share of complications. We had to take our average-sized wedding and scale it right back. We couldn’t have a full reception on the day, either, though we were lucky enough to have our closest friends join us for a pig-out session of our favourite pizza and cupcakes. We don’t regret our choices one bit, although we do regret that we were handed circumstances that negated us making such choices. Life hands you lemons, you make lemonade and have a great big party,yeah?
Of course, a bride never sleeps the night before her wedding, especially when all I could hear was the rain pounding on our little tin roof. The ceremony was supposed to be at Balmoral Beach and we didn’t have a wet-weather plan and the council wouldn’t let us set up a marquee or anything useful like that.
I woke up at… I dunno what time. But we both felt mostly awake and a bit stunned that it was THE WEDDING DAY. For reals!
9.30am Nat arrives at our place and is taking photos of everything. I managed to hide from some shots, or hide parts of me at least.
10.00am Nat and I arrive at Claire‘s house for hair and makeup. Claire lives just around the corner from us and she and Rachel were so so lovely to work with. Nat’s always had shorter hair than me, so she’s virtually done by the time Liz pops over for photos. There were bursts of sunlight and even blue sky amongst all the rain, so there was hope that we weren’t going to have to get married in the back of the hire car!
12.00pm Us girls get home to find Dan, Chris (the Best Man) and Jarod hanging out for some lunch noms. We pfaffed for a bit, and I only know this because Nat kept reminding us that we were running behind on my timetable! We got Bank’s Thai for lunch and I remember not eating very much, but being completely aware that I would regret it later.
At this stage it was still pretty rainy, but the shade of grey in the clouds was improving. There was hope!
12.30pm Oh, oops, am I supposed to get ready and go somewhere? The poor boys were relegated to the loungeroom to chuck their suits on while Nat and I busied ourselves in the bedroom with the DRESS and the shoes and jewellery and deciding if we were going to wear our fat-sucker bike pants. (We didn’t).
12.50pm We’re all dressed and the rain has officially stopped, people! We manage to execute our plan for photos amongst Enmore’s finest graffiti and street art ;)
1.15pm Our car arrives and there’s still no rain, but we bundle the umbrellas into the boot as our insurance policy. Our driver was nice enough, but insisted on playing a DVD of some comedian who I’m sure on a normal day I would find hilarious, but that day, all I could think was that he was majorly racist. He also insisted on driving up George Street in the city to get us to Balmoral and sometimes I thought he was trying to get us killed. I spent half the trip sending scared texts to Liz in the Mazda following us, the other half trying to absorb everything that was happening cause apparently it was MY WEDDING DAY and I hear that the day flies by pretty quickly.
1.50pm Magically, we arrive on time and there’s no rain at Balmoral Beach! We meet up with Lachlan, our celebrant and we nitpick the bride in the wedding in the rotunda because she’s wearing a toilet doily dress. Lachlan also snuffs at the celebrant, who is daring to wear a brown suit: “Who the hell wears brown when they’re the celebrant at a wedding?”
We pull out the stand-in kittehs that Jarod made for us and start getting into bridal mode.
2.00pm-ish We meander along to our spot on Rocky Point Island and find that the island is thankfully empty of most picnic-ers due to the morning’s rain (a plus!). Lachlan had dutifully picked a spot to shield us from the wind and the passers-by who would sticky-beak during the ceremony. Suddenly Lachlan is spouting the first words from his script that I recognised as the beginning of the ceremony and I blurted out “Oh shit!”, in a manner that matches my level of class. This is it!
Here we are paying attention, still in shock that it’s actually happening (though Dan looks far calmer about all this compared to me)
Here’s me doing the reading (We ended up doing one reading each, instead of the tradition of getting others to do the readings for us)
Love by Roy Croft
I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.
I love you, not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what we are making together.
I love you because you have done more than any creed could have done to help me grow.
And more than any fate could have done to make me happy.
You have done it without a touch, without a word, without a sign.
You have done it by being yourself.
Grow Old with You by Adam Sandler
I wanna make you smile whenever you are sad, carry you around when your arthritis is bad.
All I wanna do is grow old with you
I’ll get your medicine when your tummy aches. Build you a fire if the heater breaks.
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you.
I’ll miss you, kiss you, give you my coat when you are cold.
I’ll need you, feed you, even let you hold the remote control.
So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink. Put you to bed when you’ve had too much to drink.
I want to be the one who grows old with you.
I’ll grow old with you
Then Nat lead Dan through his vows, and Chris lead me through mine. I was so sure that I was going to cry, but I managed to hold it together just enough.
Nat: Dan, please take the ring and placing it on Laura’s finger and repeat after me.
I call upon the people here present to witness that I, Dan
take you, Laura
to be my lawful wedded wife
Dan: I promise to make you laugh and smile, to stand by your side and to hold you when you cry.
I promise to nurture you, to help you meet all your desires and to protect you from harmless insects.
I promise to love you for all of my years.
You’re the pepperoni on my pizza,
the spice in my curry,
and the sugar in my coffee.
I am yours, always.
Chris: Laura, please take the ring and placing it on Dan’s finger, repeat after me.
I call upon the people here present to witness that I, Laura
take you, Dan
to be my lawful wedded husband
Laura: I promise to be there when you need me and even when you don’t.
I promise to respect you, appreciate you and not to get stroppy when you’re teaching me how to cook.
I promise to love you with all that I am.
You are the icing on my cupcakes,
the parmesan on my gorgonzola,
and the Milo on my icecream.
I am the luckiest.
Then Lachlan said some stuff that I don’t really remember. Then he said we were husband and wife!
We were told we should have practiced how we were going to kiss, but we didn’t get around to it. Now I see why they tell us that! Poor Dan getting mauled as soon as he’s married.
Okay, so maybe I cried a bit… enough to have to tidy myself up with my “something blue” hanky!
It still wasn’t raining by the time we signed the certificates and the book and whatnot. It may have been the work of Mary MacKillop?
We managed to get some photos before we could see the RAIN coming in from the coast. As in, you could tell that we only had 45 seconds to get under cover. Thankfully we were near the bridge, so we made a run for it and got there just in the nick of time. I put my brolly up early though, no way was I spending all that money on my hair only to have it ruined!
Our toilet doily bride also hid under there for a while. We huddled in our corner and half laughing, half feeling sorry for how stressed out she looked. Her dress was WAY more expensive and it was heavy and her 2 bridesmaids had a real task to try to keep the dress (and the bride) under control.
But we still managed to have some fun while we played trolls under the bridge.
And like the good geek I am, I twitpic’d a photo:
And we popped out as the rain was clearing for some noice umbrella shots (thanks, Tek’s at Marrickville Metro!)
And the best shot of my dress happened to be this one. Interesting fact: I didn’t drink any of the bubbly and spat it out as soon as Jarod got this shot!
This is my favourite photo of me EVER. This is Bahloo, who we met near the Balmoral fish and chip shop. What’re the chances of meeting a pure white cat on your wedding day? Ceiling Cat was watching over us, m’thinks ;)
We were getting text messages from my (now official) in-laws, who were very sweet and wrote luffly things.
As hoped, we had time up our sleeve (also: we were all exhausted), so we stopped for some hot chips.
5.00pm Our racist driver picked us up and took us to Maninci’s Italian Pizza Restaurant in Belfield.
Mancini’s is our favouritest pizza in the entire world. Especially their La Potata pizza, which is potato, bacon, sour cream and spanish onion. YUM.
“Elvis and Bear” were the hit of the party. And notice, if you will, that we had the NRL grand final playing on the big screen during our wedding party.
And now I would like credit for being THE best bride-on-a-grand-final-day EVER!
We also had my favouritest (store-bought) cupcakes, from The Cupcake Factory. Om nom nom.
There were speeches made by our BFFs and then there was a surprise: video messages from my MGs who are all the way on the other side of the world and couldn’t make it. ALL FOR ME! This had been months in the preparation, including the involvement of our favourite rockstar, who sent a video after having to cancel his surprise trip to sing for us. Only then did I find out that there had been about 20 people involved in the making, downloading, compiling and delivery of the video, with friends hoofing laptops and projectors and speakers down to Mancini’s. I was completely floored and touched. I messaged all the girls afterwards and said “I’ll never forget how complete I felt at that point with my husband sitting next to me, with Nat and Anna running the video show, in a room full of people who chose to celebrate the day with us and watching all the love pouring off that screen.”
We kept our speech short, and I chose not to ad-lib anything on the end because I knew that I would ramble and cry, and I thought the video had expressed enough love. We spent the rest of the night chatting and catching up with everyone and only occasionally remembering to eat (usually when the Mancini staff insisted that we eat something).
11.00pm-ish When the night was over, we scored a freebie limo ride home (courtesy of Mancini’s!). It was a totally retro limo, akin to the one that was used in The Wedding Singer. We were so tired that we just curled up in the back, listened to the rain on the roof and recounted all the awesome stuff that had happened our WEDDING DAY.
There were so many things that could have put a dampener on the day, but it all fell into place and was perfect :))