


Since our return from Spain the days have been filled with preparations for my sister's wedding. Many hours have been spent preparing wedding favours, seating plans, purchasing and collecting bridal accessories, arguing with the chef over menu and wine mishaps,church rehearsals with a rather bossy lady vicar and obsessing about who will ride in which car and who will pick Nana up! I am truly surprised at the temerity of some who having recieved their invitations some weeks ago with dates and directions in bold feel it necessary to call and ask what time and where!!! As if the bride has nothing better to do. I could sense the bride's stress levels rising hourly and enquired as to whether she regretted going for the big white wedding and not taking the offer of money to run off to the Caribbean. When asked she said her hope was for it all to be perfect but over asap. Then of course had she flitted off I am sure we would all have been some what miffed at not being a part of her special day.
I am now convinced I have enough material to write a script to rival 4 weddings and a funeral. Hopefully the DVD will give me even funnier material to work with. Already I smile as I recall one of the bridesmaid's (related to me) playing goalie on the lawn of the hotel with her shoes and flowers being used as goal posts; the groom running towards the goal, beer in hand and ball at toe; several grown men in full dress coats playing footie; flower girls rolling down a grassy bank in white dresses and playing in the ornamental fountain; mother of bride running to kitchen to arrange 2 more meals for extra guests who obviously did not read the invitation correctly and innocently assumed they were invited to the day not the evening reception. OR perhaps they got the wrong invitation.
Still a good time was had by all, the day was devine, the food delicious, the church service short and sweet, I didn't fluff up my reading of psalms, we all had a good boogie and my chicas looked beautiful and I wondered how could they have grown so fast in to such young ladies and if the next family wedding might be for one of them. I am sure they years will roll by all too fast.
I am now convinced I have enough material to write a script to rival 4 weddings and a funeral. Hopefully the DVD will give me even funnier material to work with. Already I smile as I recall one of the bridesmaid's (related to me) playing goalie on the lawn of the hotel with her shoes and flowers being used as goal posts; the groom running towards the goal, beer in hand and ball at toe; several grown men in full dress coats playing footie; flower girls rolling down a grassy bank in white dresses and playing in the ornamental fountain; mother of bride running to kitchen to arrange 2 more meals for extra guests who obviously did not read the invitation correctly and innocently assumed they were invited to the day not the evening reception. OR perhaps they got the wrong invitation.
Still a good time was had by all, the day was devine, the food delicious, the church service short and sweet, I didn't fluff up my reading of psalms, we all had a good boogie and my chicas looked beautiful and I wondered how could they have grown so fast in to such young ladies and if the next family wedding might be for one of them. I am sure they years will roll by all too fast.
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Enjoyed your description of the wedding preparations . . . and would love an insider glimpse of that DVD!
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