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D’s mother has never organised a wedding. The reasons for this are that D’s baby brother has no intention of tying the knot, ever, and D’s little sister told the family about her wedding after the event (“Hi big brother, your little sis just got married”).
Until I came along it didn’t seem that D would ever marry either. Having said that, his sister always thought that some woman crazy enough would stumble along one day – and here I am!
When D’s Mum discovered that we weren’t organising a reception (just drinks at a local hotel afterwards) she got a glint in her eye, waved her theoretic magic wand and said “You can has wedding reception for lovely guests!” (translation: “OMG I’m so excited and I have to organise something because I won’t get to do it again and I just love organising fun things and lovely noms for people” – all of which is true and she is Awesome. I mean really, really awesome).
She has really gone to town on this, bless her. She booked the prettiest function room available (The Tudor Bar) whilst also remembering my love for Medieval and Tudor history, and looked down several menus to make sure that there are vegetarian options and that people with food intolerances (such as myself) don’t get poisoned. There are sandwiches of various kinds, samosas, nibbly things, mini quiches (I think), salads… basically the normal thing you’d find at a wedding buffet. Lactose intolerance bedamned – I bet you any money that I shall end up trying all the things! We were never going to have a sit-down set meal because – to us – that’s not only stupidly expensive in today’s economy, but it’s formal and dull and puts a real dampener on what ought to be a celebration (I’ve been to many weddings – including two of my own – and have never met a formal wedding breakfast that I enjoyed. So stuffy and *yawn*). Also there will be no “first dance”, because D has two left feet and I’ve been too crippled to dance for years.
There was also going to be No Cake. Because it was only going to be a nice informal thingy of getting a bit tiddled after the ceremony, because D doesn’t like cake and because I can’t eat cake.
Well there is now tiered cup cakes for those who wants them. I assume a bit like the one in the photo, but without the big iced froofy thing on top. Just little cup cakes. She has also gone and got napkins printed out for the event!
She apologised in advance for not being able to book the Doctor to materialise the TARDIS in the middle of the bar. He’s probably booked to go and save The Lost Moon Of Poosh that day – again. Never mind, perhaps somebody will turn up wearing a Fez in my honour, or something.
I am so grateful to have a bridesmaid as grounded and comforting as my wonderful friend Liz. I may have done this before, but even if it’s not your first time down the aisle it’s a huge event – and this autistic epileptic will need someone solid to prop her up. I don’t want to start stimming, or go into anxiety, or seize or something awful like that; I can’t control some of my autistic gestures but maybe Liz can calm me enough to get rid of the worst of them.
Anyhow, three weeks today, at 4PM, in a little registry office in a pretty Essex town, I shall be marrying the love of my life. Then we shall probably say goodbye to our guests and the wedding party, and curl up in bed with a kebab and Spirited Away, the film that brought us together:
May 14th 2012 - Forever and beyond
I am so so happy for you! That is so sweet! And your mum sounds like such a dear! Best wishes to you all, and especially to you and your sweetheart!
She’s D’s Mum; mine is the opposite side of the country and won’t be attending (she works for a motorhome company and couldn’t possibly get the time off just as the season’s beginning). My Dad is too poorly to come so far for a day and my sister can’t travel because she won’t be able to find a weekday babysitter for her autistic son (I actually told her not to try because I know it would put her under a lot of stress – and she has CFS and hasn’t been at all well lately).
I do love D’s family. His Mum and stepdad are both so laid-back and fun to be around – and his stepdad likes Doctor Who!
Dear Missus Tribble,
Congratulations!
I’m curious (nosey) how did a film bring you together? Have you done a previous post about it?
Love Dotty xxx
Hmm, to cut a long story short…
We met at a party in August 2007, and for me it was intrigue at first sight. I like Geek Boys – especially if they wear black, look a little like Spike and have cute round bums. We both have other journals elsewhere and we started to read each other.
That October he paid for me to get a taxi to his place from Birmingham to get me away from The Flatmate From Hell. It was the following evening, when we were watching Spirited Away, that everything fell into place and we became a couple. That film is still very dear to us because it’s part of “our story”.
Dear Dear Rose you will be a wonderful bride for your mr Wonderful I wish you both everything you would wish for yourselves and more! XXXXXXX
When this photo was taken I was on Lyrica – an anti-epilepsy medication – which made me pile on the pounds and gave me acute tendonitis into the bargain. I don’t take it any more and have lost so much weight! My elegant gown will show my figure off to perfection and I can’t wait to have some lovely photographs to share with you!
we are all waiting with baited breath.
How exciting…congrats to you and your hubby-to-be! I always think the best weddings are the ones that reflect the bride n’ groom’s personalities. They are much more personal, relaxed and fun! I’m sure yours will be a wonderful day
I’ve always believed that it’s not about the event – it’s the meaning of the event that’s important! Who needs a grand ceremony to declare their desire to remain together forever?
I’m enjoying following your wedding plans all along the way. It’s bound to be a fabulous event, and I do hope you’ll post plenty of photos. I want to hear all about it!! I’m so happy for you, dear friend… you both deserve a “happily ever after”!
There will be plenty of photographs, I promise!