XJ and I got married last evening. It was all I’d ever wanted – a small, intimate do in a villa, with close friends and relatives, lovely canapés, amazing wines. Everything was crisp and fresh and white – I was real pleased we managed to create a resort feel, exactly the way we wanted, with our shoestring budget! :)
The ceremony went by in a haze, as if I was hallucinating, the euphoria must have gotten to my head. Ah... to be in love... I vaguely remember Benny, our photographer, somewhere in the background, snapping pictures of happy faces. I remember the warm embraces of my loved ones, the buzz in the air as our guests mingled. I changed into my cocktail/party clothes and was heading back to the reception. I spotted XJ in the far corner, chatting with his friends, looking dashing as always – he’d changed into his comfy white linen shirt and berms, leaning indolently against the wall, a frosted champagne flute raised to his smiling lips. My husband! *beam* Everything was just perfect!
That is, until I saw that the caterers were clearing up the food trays, a thought raced through my head – they’re done so soon? There wasn’t enough food?! The crowd had dissipated somewhat, I think some people had left. I whispered to XJ “I told you we should’ve gotten the dessert buffet! Look, it’s only 7.30pm and people are bored, and we haven’t got enough booze to entertain them!...” XJ: “It’s ok, sweetie, we’ll just zip out now to the patisserie and get some stuff.” Ever the calm, collected, resourceful one. :)
We hurried to the car, and drove off, and that’s when it hit me, how could I not have noticed?! I wailed, “Everything that could go wrong, went wrong!:
Daddy didn’t walk me down the aisle, XJ wasn’t waiting at the altar – we strolled in together, no choir, no fanfare
We didn’t recite our vows correctly – I don’t remember the “for better or for worse, in sickness and in health”
Pastor didn’t even bless our rings!
Oh no. We forgot to tell the officiant we wanted a Christian ceremony and not a civil solemnisation! *panic* Do we now go back to church to get our marriage blessed instead?
My bouquet was a bundle of five pathetic 10-inch stalks of freesia bound in satin ivory ribbon. I only noticed when I’d stuck them in a glass of water to refresh them.
Where were my flowergirls?
No shower of confetti. Didn't XW remember to hand out the lacy cones of rose petals to the guests?
Benny was giving us all directions to stand in line, taking staid portrait shots. Hey, we paid good money for photojournalism, ok!?!?!? And then he disappears and is nowhere to be found halfway through the reception.
Why didn't the jazz band turn up?
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… the list goes on. By this time I was sobbing uncontrollably…
I woke up in cold sweat. All I could think of was, “It was a dream. It was a dream, right? Thank God! It really was only a dream wedding!” It was a very bad night. And I’m still shaken. It felt too vivid, too real. I think I'm going mad. :(