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Well, I've had a few good days going down for my sister's wedding. I wrote out the entry and found it's really rather long, so I've put it under a cut so as not to take up loads of everyone's friends page.
Well, I've certainly had a few eventful days. My sister got married at the weekend, down in Bedford (about a 7 hour drive from home) as they wanted to get married near their home, but not in Birmingham, and Colin's family live down there. We went down on the Thursday, leaving at 8.30am so we wouldn't get in too late. After spending 2 hours stuck on the M6 however (just trying to get to J1 so we could get off the bloody thing, we spent 25 mins with the engine turned off it was that bad) we managed to arrive at about 6pm. Cue finishing off the order of service booklets for Saturday, and catching up with Claire.
On the Friday we had all the last minute running around you have before a wedding. Claire needed money out to change for the honeymoon (they're off on a cruise of Norway, then they'll be spending 4 nights in Rome), and the bank have apparently changed from letting you take out whatever you need over the counter, to a limit of £250 per day. After some time with the manager and explaining that they really needed it as they were getting married the next day, the woman relented on the grounds that it was just this once and they'd been unaware of the change in policy.
I went to go get my nails done, and to get sugared. I decided on just half legs and my bikini line (I went for a Brazilian, in for a penny in for a pound, eh?) I'm glad it wasn't waxing, since I didn't come up in bumps on my legs with this like I do after waxing. Less painful too. I really like the result actually, and I've been told it should stay smooth for about 4 weeks.
It was then time to head down to the hotel we'd be staying in for the wedding, and to then go to the one the cousins and what not would be staying in. (I guess I can't complain about the distance, some of my mum's family came from an extra 300 miles north than me, and two came over from Luxembourg). Since most folk were coming from quite a distance, we were going to have a get together on the Friday so everyone from the two families could meet. It went damn well; the food was really good, and Craig and Elaine got the guitars out and played away for a few hours with everyone else singing along (I'd forgotten how many verses The Dark Island has).
Saturday (the wedding day) was one of those times when you seem to have all the time in the world, then realise you're running late. Claire, my mum and I got our hair and make-up done, and then grabbed a quick sandwich in the room before I tried to put Claire's dress on for her. The back needed lacing up, which was going ok until I went the wrong way near the end and had to take bits out to get it back to how it should have been. It went quicker than I expected actually, but I was still left with less than 5 minutes to put my own stuff on (not that I really needed longer since my hair and what not was already done, but it would have been nice none-the-less).
The church was beautiful, and the Vicar was really good. He's Colin's vicar anyway, and is really good at making everyone feel at ease. I helped Clare out the car (a very nice Bentley) and then dad took her down the aisle. (There was a turn into the church so I just had to make sure her train didn't get caught, and kick it past if it did.)
The reception was great fun, and everyone seemed to really enjoy themselves. The food was brilliant (I think I had about half a chicken on my plate) and the DJ made it very lively (although he did refer to me as 'Jane' during an announcement, so I think I've got a new nickname from my cousins now, lol). Colin's brother was playing some lovely piano pieces as everyone came in before they sat down for dinner.
In other good news, I broke up with my sort-of boyfriend at the weekend too, and feel much better for it. I've discovered I really don't like long distance, as when you do meet up it's just so much pressure because you seem to have to spend every minute together, and I really don't take well to that. I need my space. So, next time, I'll be after someone closer to home. And someone a bit more fun, because serious conversations all the time get real annoying real quick.
Well, I've certainly had a few eventful days. My sister got married at the weekend, down in Bedford (about a 7 hour drive from home) as they wanted to get married near their home, but not in Birmingham, and Colin's family live down there. We went down on the Thursday, leaving at 8.30am so we wouldn't get in too late. After spending 2 hours stuck on the M6 however (just trying to get to J1 so we could get off the bloody thing, we spent 25 mins with the engine turned off it was that bad) we managed to arrive at about 6pm. Cue finishing off the order of service booklets for Saturday, and catching up with Claire.
On the Friday we had all the last minute running around you have before a wedding. Claire needed money out to change for the honeymoon (they're off on a cruise of Norway, then they'll be spending 4 nights in Rome), and the bank have apparently changed from letting you take out whatever you need over the counter, to a limit of £250 per day. After some time with the manager and explaining that they really needed it as they were getting married the next day, the woman relented on the grounds that it was just this once and they'd been unaware of the change in policy.
I went to go get my nails done, and to get sugared. I decided on just half legs and my bikini line (I went for a Brazilian, in for a penny in for a pound, eh?) I'm glad it wasn't waxing, since I didn't come up in bumps on my legs with this like I do after waxing. Less painful too. I really like the result actually, and I've been told it should stay smooth for about 4 weeks.
It was then time to head down to the hotel we'd be staying in for the wedding, and to then go to the one the cousins and what not would be staying in. (I guess I can't complain about the distance, some of my mum's family came from an extra 300 miles north than me, and two came over from Luxembourg). Since most folk were coming from quite a distance, we were going to have a get together on the Friday so everyone from the two families could meet. It went damn well; the food was really good, and Craig and Elaine got the guitars out and played away for a few hours with everyone else singing along (I'd forgotten how many verses The Dark Island has).
Saturday (the wedding day) was one of those times when you seem to have all the time in the world, then realise you're running late. Claire, my mum and I got our hair and make-up done, and then grabbed a quick sandwich in the room before I tried to put Claire's dress on for her. The back needed lacing up, which was going ok until I went the wrong way near the end and had to take bits out to get it back to how it should have been. It went quicker than I expected actually, but I was still left with less than 5 minutes to put my own stuff on (not that I really needed longer since my hair and what not was already done, but it would have been nice none-the-less).
The church was beautiful, and the Vicar was really good. He's Colin's vicar anyway, and is really good at making everyone feel at ease. I helped Clare out the car (a very nice Bentley) and then dad took her down the aisle. (There was a turn into the church so I just had to make sure her train didn't get caught, and kick it past if it did.)
The reception was great fun, and everyone seemed to really enjoy themselves. The food was brilliant (I think I had about half a chicken on my plate) and the DJ made it very lively (although he did refer to me as 'Jane' during an announcement, so I think I've got a new nickname from my cousins now, lol). Colin's brother was playing some lovely piano pieces as everyone came in before they sat down for dinner.
In other good news, I broke up with my sort-of boyfriend at the weekend too, and feel much better for it. I've discovered I really don't like long distance, as when you do meet up it's just so much pressure because you seem to have to spend every minute together, and I really don't take well to that. I need my space. So, next time, I'll be after someone closer to home. And someone a bit more fun, because serious conversations all the time get real annoying real quick.