I am now a married woman!
Ok, so, I became a married woman some days ago, but these things take some time to sink in, you know? I only today managed to talk about myself as being married (at the tax department, I said “I would like to change the tax rates for me and my husband”). When people, for fun mostly, have called me “Mrs.” the last couple of days, it has just felt odd. I guess it takes some time getting used to. I haven’t changed my name yet either, mostly because of all the hassle it will no doubt be.
So, after a week of preparations (and a lot of Supernatural with Bre), Saturday morning arrived. I woke up, not yet feeling nervous. Had a shower, almost vomited with the thought of breakfast. We’d talked a lot the night before about the oddness it was that Bre wasn’t supposed to enter the church a few steps behind me, but half an hour before me, and why couldn’t she walk behind me to watch that the train of my dress didn’t take on a life of its own? So at 9 in the morning I called the preacher and probably woke him up (he sounded tired, but you see, I have no idea what time the church people “go to work” - aren’t they always on call, sort of?). I told him of my worries about the train (why hello, Bridezilla), and asked him if we couldn’t just change it up a bit and let Bre enter behind me. He agreed, then probably went back to sleep wondering why, WHY GOD, did he give me his cellphone number?
I then met up with my mom, and we then met up with Bre, to go to the salon for our hair and make-up appointments. I’d specifically told the salon people that they would have to find an English-speaking hairdresser for Bre, but apparently they failed, as my hairdresser had to do all the talking in English. Or they would ask me to ask Bre how she would like her hair. Wth. My hair turned out absolutely fabulous, if I do say so myself, and so did Bre’s and my mom’s. Make-up was also fab.
We had danishes in a cute little bakery-café.
We then arrived back at the hotel to help set up the room for the reception/dinner/everything. Did that for about an hour, then we went upstairs to get changed. I found that my slip was too long, which caused my mom to call Tor to tell him to scour the apartment for safety pins, so that we could hem it. It worked out, thankfully. No curious slip peeking out below the hem of the dress.
Of course, no matter how much time we’d given ourselves to get ready, we had no time left at the end, and some thing were rushed. I had to paint my own fingernails, carefully trying not to spill anything on the dress. Too bad there are no photos of that, those would be a laugh.
Getting into and out of the car was a challenge, to say the least. Had it only been the dress, it would have been ok, but I had the slip as well, with steel hoops in to make the skirt of the dress look pretty.
Well. Hoop trouble aside, we made it to the church (me, dad and Bre - the rest were already there). We waited. And waited. And waited. And then suddenly the music started playing (we’d chosen Mendehlsson’s “From a Midsummer Night’s Dream” as the entrance music). And then we walked, and my mind went kinda blank, and my grin probably went from one ear to the other, and I DID NOT TRIP. Although apparently I walked too fast. Well, no time to lose! Let’s get married before I fall over or my bra and dress slips down!
The ceremony I don’t remember too much of. I remember my mom reading the verses I’d chosen (Psalm 23 from the Old Testament and Matthew 6,25-34 from the New Testament). I remember that they used a different melody to one of the psalms I’d chosen, and that made me unable to sing most of it. I mimed, though. Then it was time to get up and approach the altar, to say your yes’es, kneel down, and receive our blessing. And then. Then it was all over, the preacher shook our hands, and we were walking out again. I don’t remember the exit music -I’d asked for it to be Festmarsj (don’t know the English title) by Erland von Koch, but the preacher had never heard of it himself and thus wasn’t sure the organ player would know it either, so I said it would be ok for the organ player to choose a different one if needed.
We went out into the, hm, first room of the church. I’d like to call it the weaponry (because it’s where the church-goers would have to put aside their weapons when entering the church), but that’s probably not the right term, and Google isn’t being helpful. We lined up there with our parents to shake the hands of everyone. I got so confused after a while that I am pretty sure I said “congratulations” instead of “thank you” to some.
After all the thank yous and some smalltalk outside the church, we went to the photographer. When we got out of the car, these Italians leaned out of the windows of a nearby building (the parking for the photographer was in the backyard of, among others, an Italian restaurant), crying out “complimente!” and “bellissima!”. I love you, random Italians.
The photographer was…strange. It was more of a workout, really. My stomach muscles were sore after, from all sorts of stretching and bending. I can’t wait to see the photos.
Then we realised that we had an hour and a half before we were supposed to arrive for the dinner and everything, so we went home - me, Tor, mom and Bre. I got out of my shoes, and decided to remove the slip altogether. Let me tell you, it was almost orgasmic getting that thing of. I felt lighter and cooler, moving around got easier, not to mention SITTING down.
The dinner was nice, people were nice and we got SO many nice gifts. Our living room now looks like Jamie Oliver exploded all over it. Only his insides were made of kitchenware. Kitchenware wrapped in cardboard.
Bre had to leave around 22:30 to get to her hotel, finish packing and then get some sleep, so we said our goodbyes. It was just as weird as saying hello to her, sort of unreal. I am certain that we haven’t met for the last time though. You’re not getting away THAT easy, Bre. You can run away to Canada, but you can’t hide! Tor and I left at about half past midnight, and I am going to stop my story right there before it gets indecent.
No, wait: I have to mention that it took FOREVER to get all the hairpins out of hair. We were both really sad to see my lovely hairdo disappear, but it had started hurting. Also, I got crazy curls instead.
Sorry for the long, long post, but I had to get all of this down. I might make another post with a more condensed list of the highlights and quirks of the very special day.
This entry was posted on Wednesday, May 14th, 2008 at 22:47. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
May 15th, 2008 at 02:22
Aw, Nate! Congratulations. <3
May 15th, 2008 at 04:43
WOW! You are gorgeous! Congrats!
Agi’s last blog post..Just One of THOSE Days
May 15th, 2008 at 08:11
Sounds like you had a wonderful wedding day! Great pics…thanks for sharing. :)
BTW: The term you were looking for may be “vestibule”.
May 15th, 2008 at 13:33
You’re absolutely gorgeous! :) Congrats again.. *hugs*
Shamini’s last blog post..Litt mer om DS
May 15th, 2008 at 18:13
The dress, the hair — YOU looked AMAZING! =D
Hanna’s last blog post..Mmm, summer.
May 16th, 2008 at 07:58
Congrats again! You did look absolutely gorgeous!!! I’m glad you had a good day. :)
I want to say that the term for the little area right outside the actual place where church services are held, but still inside the church building, would be the “narthex.” The actual part where services are held is the “sanctuary” or the “nave.” You could call it a vestibule as well, but that doesn’t have the church connotation. :)
May 16th, 2008 at 18:04
You look absolutely stunning! Congratulations!! :)
Johanna’s last blog post..P1000698 [Flickr]
May 17th, 2008 at 08:20
You looked so gorgeous! Congratulations, and all the best wishes!
May 17th, 2008 at 12:12
You are so beautiful! Big congrats to you!
Hugs from Vera
Vera’s last blog post..Selected Femme
May 19th, 2008 at 19:10
Time to change this :) :
Hello
My name is Renate, and you’ve reached my blog, otherwise known as my outlet for procrastination. I am 25 years old and engaged, and work as an archivist and study history in Trondheim, Norway.
MarFon’s last blog post..Requiem for a love.
May 22nd, 2008 at 21:38
Faye: Thank youuu.<3 Too bad you couldn’t be here for it…
May 22nd, 2008 at 21:55
Agi: Thank you! :)
May 22nd, 2008 at 21:55
It really was a wonderful day. :) There will be more pictures eventually, when people get around to sending them to me.
May 22nd, 2008 at 21:56
Shamini: Thank you! :) *hugs*
May 22nd, 2008 at 21:57
Hanna: Thank you! :D I especially loved the hair, I didn’t want to let it down…only it kinda hurt after a while.
May 22nd, 2008 at 21:58
Hari: Thank you! And thanks for the explanation as well - obviously our names for the different parts of the church are quite different from yours. :)
May 22nd, 2008 at 21:59
Johanna: Thanks so much! :)
May 22nd, 2008 at 21:59
Lotta: Thank you! :)
May 22nd, 2008 at 22:00
Vera: Thank you so much! :)
May 22nd, 2008 at 22:01
Mario: Yes, I know… ;) I’m just too lazy these days to open up the editor and change it. :P