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Wedding Bells

So. Where to start?

First of all, thanks for all the lovely comments on my last post (and over at Drama Queen's). I've become rather too used to people being nice to me and telling me how lovely I looked. It's lucky the Boy is here to keep me down to earth - he told me I looked wide the other day when I asked if a particular top looked ok or not. If he'd called me fat that would be bad enough, but WIDE? As in 'Caution, Wide Load'? I was most upset.

The wedding was ... amazing. Hard to describe without sounding overly sentimental and sickly sweet and smug-married-like. Suffice to say it went like clockwork and I enjoyed every second of it. The weather was beautiful. I managed not to fall over, or cry, or spill my dinner down my front, or any of the horrors I had imagined. I did fluff my vows slightly, but only a little bit, and the worst that happened was a bit of a stern look from the minister. It really couldn't have gone any better, and I feel very fortunate indeed that we had such a beautiful day. It was lovely seeing all our family and friends getting together for our benefit, eating and drinking and having a good time.

I wasn't nervous at all beforehand. I'm normally a bit of a worrier so this was something of a revelation. I thought the bridesmaids would have to scrape me off the ceiling come 2pm but I was calmer than they were. I got some butterflies when I realised that guests were arriving - somehow the only people I had considered were the immediate wedding party, I had completely disregarded the fact that 60 other guests were descending on the place, so when I remembered about them I got a bit nervy. But other than that, I was cool as a cucumber. Most unlike me.

The rest of the day went by in a bit of a blur. I couldn't finish my dinner (which I was gutted about), and had to go up to our room and take my dress off, as in eating nearly three courses I had lost the ability to breathe out completely. When the Boy came to find me for our big entrance into the evening reception and our first dance as husband and wife (which was to this version of 'Dream A Little Dream Of Me' if you're interested in the outcome of this argument), he was already a bit tiddly. By the LAST dance, he was completely trollied, and spent most of the song leaning on my shoulder, getting further and further down the longer the song went on. By the time all the guests had departed and we finally got back to our room, I had to undress him (and not in the good way) and put him to bed before he fell over. I, however, was sober as a judge but not for want of trying.

It all seems like a looong time ago now.

I feel like I should reward anyone who's still reading for all my bleating on about the wedding, so I'm breaking with tradition and posting some pictures of me and Hubby (hee!). So long as you don't tell anyone, okay?








I've decided (or rather it was decided for me), that I'm going to take the Boy's name after all. As everyone probably knew I would. I'm keeping my maiden name as a middle name, and the Boy has agreed to do the same, which is a pretty good compromise. I do feel old being Mrs Teeny, and yes, I do still immediately think of his mother whenever someone calls me by my married name, but I'm sure that will pass.

Won't it?

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At 9.10.07, Blogger Melissa said...

It does pass. I was adamant that I'd keep my maiden name for at least six months, but as we were walking back down the aisle, I thought Melissa C******e didn't sound half bad.

I won't breathe a word about the pictures except to say you look absolutely gorgeous. Best to you and Mr. Teeny.    



At 9.10.07, Blogger Stacey said...

I'm sure I'll think of more to say later - but for now . . . you look beautiful, Teeny! :)    



At 9.10.07, Blogger Drama Queen said...

In fairness, YOU didn’t fluff your vows. . .I also thought the minister had finished speaking. Whereas B just thought he was drunk. Being a catholic boy he couldn’t get his head round the fact that weddings could be fun. . .

Anyway, that image of you and the boy at the end is what I remember. . .especially the part when he groped your ass! Now that’s the sign of a great day ;-)

And one more time before your head explodes, you looked wonderful!    



At 9.10.07, Blogger Loth said...

Aw, congratulations and welcome to the ranks of the old married ladies! (Now just wait for people to start asking when you are starting a family. Took all of 2 weeks for my mum to get all broody!) And you did, indeed, look gorgeous.    



At 9.10.07, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was thinking about you last night! No, not like *that*! Just in a "haven't read you in ages kind of way!

You look bee-yoo-tiful, Mrs, umm, Thing! So glad everything went well :)    



At 9.10.07, Blogger Random Reflections said...

Ooh, you look lovely (and not at all wide) and it sounds like you had a great day.

I think unless you fluffed your lines by either a) swearing at the minister or b)naming someone other than Mr Teeny in your vows, it will have been fine.    



At 9.10.07, Blogger Mr Farty said...

Nah, not wide. Gorgeous. And how nice of Mr Teeny to take your name like that.    



At 10.10.07, Blogger londongirl said...

You look absolutely beautiful. Radiant. And not remotely wide.

I'm so glad it went so well and you thoroughly enjoyed it. And I wouldn't worry about the drunken hubby on wedding night bit, almost every married couple I know had that situation!

May you live happily ever after.    



At 11.10.07, Blogger Steve Piercy said...

Congratulations. Your photos look wonderful, as do you and your dress! It's amazing how everything just washes over you in a flood of calm on the day isn't it!

"Wszystkiego Najlepszego" as they say in the place I got married! (literal translation is "all the best" but it's a bit more sincere than it sounds!).    



At 15.10.07, Blogger Unknown said...

Oh my - just beautiful, and what a phenomenal dress! Congratulations, Mrs!    



At 18.10.07, Blogger Cat said...

You look gorgeous missus - lovely frock and what beautiful white teeth!    



At 22.10.07, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Beautiful! You look stunning. And your fella looks lovely in the kilt too!

Now if I can just persuade Pol that Pefilou would make a lovely middle name (not that I have any news, but it's a recurring "IF" conversation).    



At 13.11.07, Blogger acaligurl said...

gorgeous pictures!    



At 24.3.08, Blogger Mr Farty said...

Oooooh, just took a look at your honeymoon pix, v v nice. Um, where are you?    



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