Wedding Day

We have woken to a flurry of texts and emails and messages, all so loving and wonderful. It's very cool to be here just the two of us, but it's so nice to feel connected to everyone.

Change of tense: from Present to Past

Ordered breakfast to our room, which was mega bloody classy. It comes in on a table, with lids and stuff. Jesus, to be rich all the time must be so brilliant. Room service RULES.

We opened our lovely cards. We threw confetti about for a bit, we read all the lovely messages, we ate. Such a lovely card from El Tel and Sue, filled with confetti and sparklers and a little (large!) something extra for champagne. Then the (more) CHAMPAGNE arrived, from the mums, brought in by a man in a waistcoat. Such a great surprise. Also added to the general feeling of opulence quite a bit.

And then we just lounged about, until about 3 when we pottered out to across the street, wandered around the most magical mall ever. They had made it seem like you were outside, with this amazing sky ceiling, and one point there was a thunder storm, and REAL RAIN fell! Honestly, who needs culture and history when you have brilliant shopping centres with fake lightning?

So, meandered back to the room and I IRONED. Not for the first time ever, but certainly for the first time in recent memory. Wasn't too bad. And, you know what? The dress looked BETTER! Unbelievable.

We got ready (40 minutes of hair preening essentially pointless when i realised I didn't have hair spray - low point) we drank some champers and went down to meet our car. A big White stretch limo. It was wonderfully camp, and ostentatious. It was also wonderfully air-conditioned, which is super.

And THEN we arrived at The Little White Wedding Chapel. You know what it was covered in? um, FAIRY LIGHTS. BRILLIANT.

Then we "checked in". All hilariously efficient. Esmerelda (probably on her 55th wedding of the day) was like

"That will be $120 please. Would you like the blue garter or the red? Here is your Rose, give it to her and kiss her on the cheek. Come with me to meet your minister. Have a nice day."

All delivered over a counter. Hilarious.

Our minister was well cool. He seemed wise, and angelic, and godly. I think he was taken aback when we turned down the option for a prayer.

So, then we got hitched, standing up through the sunroof of the limo. It was completely and utterly perfect. Perfect perfect perfect. Married. Amazing.

And then our perfect wedding was followed by a perfect dinner, and more champagne.

An incredible day.







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