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lady_t_220Morning kicked off really with a phonecall from the boywonder. "I'm going to go pick up Richard," he said. "Can you go round and check Kat's ok. Only I just said goodbye and she spontaneously burst into tears..."
So Kat was a little freaked out. *cough* Just a little... Yeah, so Zet and I hopped round there and hung out for a little while and managed to get her to the hairdresser on time. Her hair looked adorable, with little ringlets and twists... wow. Reallt nice. Zet had this great twist up the back with little spikey bits kinda' foofing out the top and I had what the hairdresser classed as the biggest bun she'd ever tried to create due to the longest hair she'd ever tried to deal with. ("More pins! More pins!") I swear I had to extract a full handfull of pins before I could get it down again. Just ask the boywonder, he stood there for 10 minutes extracting them one by one in the middle of the reception while Leo and his girlfriend Lisa looked thoroughly bemused.
But I'm skipping ahead.
Hairdresser done and dealt with we went back to Granny's and found Charlie there waiting along with probably the most spectacular hat in millinary history. It was gigantic, it had more feathers than anything has a right to have, and it had antannae. I was very tempted to try and feed it some raw meat because I'm pretty sure it was eyeing me in a carnivorous way and I didn't want to get attacked.
Hat aside though, she was there as part candid photographer and part dogsbody because you sometimes need that extra pair of hands unencumbered by rediculous outfits.
Kat spent a fair amount of time freaking out in the calm and quiet of Granny's house as insanity ruled back down at ours with the best men and the groom madly fixing together the still-unfinished dining chairs and people running around madly assembling things for the reception. Lunch arrived just a little touch late along with Big John weilding my cane and a bunch of buttonhole carnations, both of which I'd forgotten earlier in the morning. So with only 45 minutes until the Rolls arrived to whisk Zet and myself to the church, no one even close to getting dressed and a bride that still needed to be sewn into her dress, we had probably the most insane 45 minutes ever. Kat had a monumental freak-out about her hat, phoning her mum and screaming for her to come help with the hat pins, the guy with the Rolls is just canning himself with laughter at the whole thing (He was adorable by the way, one of the gay guys who owns the B&B next to JR's shop, he rents out his vintage Rolls from time to time) and I'm just discovering that my bun is so freakin' HUGE that I can't even get my hat all the way ON because the back of it won't sit down far enough...
I had to grab some hat pins and just skewer it into my bun-o-doom and hope it didn't fall off.
So, Kat's hat apparently finally in place her mum comes to join Zet and I in the car and we proceed to do a VERY cool tour of the town in some serious style. We were killing time apparently, so we went on a little promenade and were told all about how the car was made in 1970-something for Lord someone-or-other and how the guy who has it now is the 4th owner... and the whole time people are totally lapping up the truly spectacular spectacle we had to be making. One old guy even bowed at us as we cruised past and Zet blew him a kiss because... well... she could.
Get to the church eventually and hung out by the doors, greeting the arrivals and all that jazz. Leo's girlfriend Lisa was fun, she's a goth costumier and naturally looks quite... distinctive, (She's just outrageously tall for starters) and you could totally see her relax as she realised there were photographers in PVC bondage trousers and bridesmaids with New Rock boots on. It was like a mental sigh of relief in a "this is my kinda' wedding" sort of way.
My auntie Pat had that perpetually confused look on her face pretty much the whole time so at least we achieved that traditional objective, and Charlie's mum (after apparently also taking a poke at Kat's hatpins and assuring her that it definitely WAS on alright) turned up shortly afterwards in a very dashing hot pink sari. XD
*Knows all the fun cool people*
Poor father Phil... There was a touch of befuddlement there for him, cause he's not exactly a spring chicken of a priest and it was all just a touch unorthadox, but he handled the craziness like a pro. ;)
It was so great getting to stand there and basically just be repeatedly told you looked amazing, I think my ego swelled to just hideous proportions, because everyone commented on the outfits. I've apparently discovered I should have just been a Victorian, cause damn, even I thought I looked pretty good... (Subject to change on examination of the photos ;p )
Kat arrived with her dad in the Rolls a little while later and then... well...
Really sweet service. Just a little surreal in one way I guess, and a little unreal and weird in the way it changes so much stuff while really changing nothing at all. Kat made it through without fluffing up even once despite all her worst fears and the mothers in attendance both sniffled like all good wedding mothers should.
One of JR's nephews has like the shortest attention span in the universe and, sitting right behind Zet and myself, seemed to want to try and give a sarcastic, whingy little boy commentary to the proceedings much to the chagrin of his mother who can hiss "QUIET!" almost inaudibly but still with just enough tone to KNOW that she's not messing around. Woulda' been kinda' funny if I hadn't been wanting to turn around and smack him upside the head. (Hey, I had a cane, I could have just whacked him... and boots, I coulda' kicked him too...) but despite that everything went just amazingly well.
Reception: The outfits were really pretty pleasant all the while we were just inside the church and standing in the shade. But the photos were taken in the blazing sun and by the time we were done with that I was just about melting out of my jacket. Came home and changed as a matter of extreme urgency and then Zet and I demolished probably two thirds of a bottle of gin between us. I don't actually remember how many G&Ts I had before thinking "You know... I know EVERYONE here... and they keep talking to me and expecting me to be coherant. I should probably stop now because I'm getting to the point where I'm repeating myself and stating the obvious a LOT..." but aside from that it was a really nice evening. Kat and the boy got attacked with the confetti as they got out of the Rolls and there were a good few handfulls just thrown right down her bodice. She was shaking it out all over the bathroom floor not too long after. Xd
I got to see a lot of people I usually only see once a year or less, and that was really, really nice. Alex kept attacking people with Big John's video camera ("Introduce yourself, Lizzy!" "Hi, I'm Lizzy, I'm John's sister, and if you don't know me by now then you've probably been missing for the past 21 years...")
Cake was cut, much food and drink was consumed (Of all the stuff we had stacked up under the boiler, there's NOTHING left. That was like enough soda and fruit juice to last us like two months. It's quite amazing how much people will get through on such a scorchingly hot day). We do still have a chocolate cream pie leftover though. That'll be breakfast tomorrow most likely.
Zet and I took cake to the neighbours to apologise for the garden noise if we went on too late the past few nights, and they both seemed a little scared and/or bemused by us... but then again they don't know Zet and I was just a little iddy bit sozzled at that point so Christ alone knows what they think. ("Girl next-door's such a LUSH!" :P)
So anyway people gradually whittled away and the evening wound down, and we were left with a handful of diehards. The people who always leave last, sitting under the gazebo with the little outdoor fairy lights and lavendar candles and just lazy conversation long after the bride and groom had gone. That was really nice, as the evening cooled down because my goodness it was HOT today...
Hot and bright and clear, clear skies so I took Zet and Sarah up to the top of the hill to look at the stars after sunset and you could see so many more than usual. Perfect end to the evening, absolutely perfect.
So I have a sister-in-law, and a whole bunch of newly-aquired relatives, and I had far too much fun introducing Zet to random people. ("This is Zet. She's from Texas!") And for some reason everyone seemed to find that oddly fascinating. Don't ask me why.
And now, I really should head off to bed. It's getting late and I'm amazingly tired and I'm sure there are a thousand typos in there that I should fix, but thay'll have to wait.
I'm just waiting for the photos really now. :)
So Kat was a little freaked out. *cough* Just a little... Yeah, so Zet and I hopped round there and hung out for a little while and managed to get her to the hairdresser on time. Her hair looked adorable, with little ringlets and twists... wow. Reallt nice. Zet had this great twist up the back with little spikey bits kinda' foofing out the top and I had what the hairdresser classed as the biggest bun she'd ever tried to create due to the longest hair she'd ever tried to deal with. ("More pins! More pins!") I swear I had to extract a full handfull of pins before I could get it down again. Just ask the boywonder, he stood there for 10 minutes extracting them one by one in the middle of the reception while Leo and his girlfriend Lisa looked thoroughly bemused.
But I'm skipping ahead.
Hairdresser done and dealt with we went back to Granny's and found Charlie there waiting along with probably the most spectacular hat in millinary history. It was gigantic, it had more feathers than anything has a right to have, and it had antannae. I was very tempted to try and feed it some raw meat because I'm pretty sure it was eyeing me in a carnivorous way and I didn't want to get attacked.
Hat aside though, she was there as part candid photographer and part dogsbody because you sometimes need that extra pair of hands unencumbered by rediculous outfits.
Kat spent a fair amount of time freaking out in the calm and quiet of Granny's house as insanity ruled back down at ours with the best men and the groom madly fixing together the still-unfinished dining chairs and people running around madly assembling things for the reception. Lunch arrived just a little touch late along with Big John weilding my cane and a bunch of buttonhole carnations, both of which I'd forgotten earlier in the morning. So with only 45 minutes until the Rolls arrived to whisk Zet and myself to the church, no one even close to getting dressed and a bride that still needed to be sewn into her dress, we had probably the most insane 45 minutes ever. Kat had a monumental freak-out about her hat, phoning her mum and screaming for her to come help with the hat pins, the guy with the Rolls is just canning himself with laughter at the whole thing (He was adorable by the way, one of the gay guys who owns the B&B next to JR's shop, he rents out his vintage Rolls from time to time) and I'm just discovering that my bun is so freakin' HUGE that I can't even get my hat all the way ON because the back of it won't sit down far enough...
I had to grab some hat pins and just skewer it into my bun-o-doom and hope it didn't fall off.
So, Kat's hat apparently finally in place her mum comes to join Zet and I in the car and we proceed to do a VERY cool tour of the town in some serious style. We were killing time apparently, so we went on a little promenade and were told all about how the car was made in 1970-something for Lord someone-or-other and how the guy who has it now is the 4th owner... and the whole time people are totally lapping up the truly spectacular spectacle we had to be making. One old guy even bowed at us as we cruised past and Zet blew him a kiss because... well... she could.
Get to the church eventually and hung out by the doors, greeting the arrivals and all that jazz. Leo's girlfriend Lisa was fun, she's a goth costumier and naturally looks quite... distinctive, (She's just outrageously tall for starters) and you could totally see her relax as she realised there were photographers in PVC bondage trousers and bridesmaids with New Rock boots on. It was like a mental sigh of relief in a "this is my kinda' wedding" sort of way.
My auntie Pat had that perpetually confused look on her face pretty much the whole time so at least we achieved that traditional objective, and Charlie's mum (after apparently also taking a poke at Kat's hatpins and assuring her that it definitely WAS on alright) turned up shortly afterwards in a very dashing hot pink sari. XD
*Knows all the fun cool people*
Poor father Phil... There was a touch of befuddlement there for him, cause he's not exactly a spring chicken of a priest and it was all just a touch unorthadox, but he handled the craziness like a pro. ;)
It was so great getting to stand there and basically just be repeatedly told you looked amazing, I think my ego swelled to just hideous proportions, because everyone commented on the outfits. I've apparently discovered I should have just been a Victorian, cause damn, even I thought I looked pretty good... (Subject to change on examination of the photos ;p )
Kat arrived with her dad in the Rolls a little while later and then... well...
Really sweet service. Just a little surreal in one way I guess, and a little unreal and weird in the way it changes so much stuff while really changing nothing at all. Kat made it through without fluffing up even once despite all her worst fears and the mothers in attendance both sniffled like all good wedding mothers should.
One of JR's nephews has like the shortest attention span in the universe and, sitting right behind Zet and myself, seemed to want to try and give a sarcastic, whingy little boy commentary to the proceedings much to the chagrin of his mother who can hiss "QUIET!" almost inaudibly but still with just enough tone to KNOW that she's not messing around. Woulda' been kinda' funny if I hadn't been wanting to turn around and smack him upside the head. (Hey, I had a cane, I could have just whacked him... and boots, I coulda' kicked him too...) but despite that everything went just amazingly well.
Reception: The outfits were really pretty pleasant all the while we were just inside the church and standing in the shade. But the photos were taken in the blazing sun and by the time we were done with that I was just about melting out of my jacket. Came home and changed as a matter of extreme urgency and then Zet and I demolished probably two thirds of a bottle of gin between us. I don't actually remember how many G&Ts I had before thinking "You know... I know EVERYONE here... and they keep talking to me and expecting me to be coherant. I should probably stop now because I'm getting to the point where I'm repeating myself and stating the obvious a LOT..." but aside from that it was a really nice evening. Kat and the boy got attacked with the confetti as they got out of the Rolls and there were a good few handfulls just thrown right down her bodice. She was shaking it out all over the bathroom floor not too long after. Xd
I got to see a lot of people I usually only see once a year or less, and that was really, really nice. Alex kept attacking people with Big John's video camera ("Introduce yourself, Lizzy!" "Hi, I'm Lizzy, I'm John's sister, and if you don't know me by now then you've probably been missing for the past 21 years...")
Cake was cut, much food and drink was consumed (Of all the stuff we had stacked up under the boiler, there's NOTHING left. That was like enough soda and fruit juice to last us like two months. It's quite amazing how much people will get through on such a scorchingly hot day). We do still have a chocolate cream pie leftover though. That'll be breakfast tomorrow most likely.
Zet and I took cake to the neighbours to apologise for the garden noise if we went on too late the past few nights, and they both seemed a little scared and/or bemused by us... but then again they don't know Zet and I was just a little iddy bit sozzled at that point so Christ alone knows what they think. ("Girl next-door's such a LUSH!" :P)
So anyway people gradually whittled away and the evening wound down, and we were left with a handful of diehards. The people who always leave last, sitting under the gazebo with the little outdoor fairy lights and lavendar candles and just lazy conversation long after the bride and groom had gone. That was really nice, as the evening cooled down because my goodness it was HOT today...
Hot and bright and clear, clear skies so I took Zet and Sarah up to the top of the hill to look at the stars after sunset and you could see so many more than usual. Perfect end to the evening, absolutely perfect.
So I have a sister-in-law, and a whole bunch of newly-aquired relatives, and I had far too much fun introducing Zet to random people. ("This is Zet. She's from Texas!") And for some reason everyone seemed to find that oddly fascinating. Don't ask me why.
And now, I really should head off to bed. It's getting late and I'm amazingly tired and I'm sure there are a thousand typos in there that I should fix, but thay'll have to wait.
I'm just waiting for the photos really now. :)
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Date: 2004-08-07 05:59 pm (UTC)Glad everything went well. :)
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Date: 2004-08-09 11:33 am (UTC)Same here. ;-)
Thanks for the recap of the wedding of the year. Sounds like fun.
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Date: 2004-08-09 03:33 pm (UTC)