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Feb. 6th, 2012 06:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolSo, basically I have appalling period cramps so to distract from that,here, have some more of my life with bonus MOAR WEDDING PLANNING.
On Saturday, Mum and I went to pick up my wedding dress. Bless her. When I was telling her about my first dress fitting being a bit lonely, she freaked out about not being there. "You were on a nightshift that night, Mum. And the one before," I reminded her.
"YOUR FATHER COULD HAVE BEEN THERE!"
"Long day at work, so no he couldn't."
"... your father can go to the next one." She had pretty much signed Dad up for this before checking her own rota, realising she was on the days off stretch, and instead signed herself up for a full day of lunch, wine and dress fittings. She also signed Dad for up lift duties to and from the station. The dress shop is two minutes from Moorfields station, logically meaning that no one would have to do the terrifying drive into Liverpool. Plus, a solution about Where To Store The Dress had been found. My old bedroom at my parents has never had anyone smoking in it, and still doesn't, and is away from the 'smoking areas'. Sorted. Dad even put a hook up.
So this Saturday, Mum and I were in Liverpool, where we discovered that my dress now fits. Hurrah! We then spent a day finding her an epic hat, and then going for an enormous lunch with a bottle of wine. However, Saturday also heralded a day of freezing rain in Liverpool, and I do mean literally freezing.
This is how I found myself, slightly tipsy, running full tilt in the freezing rain down Duke Street, clutching a dress bag as my Mum galloped behind me, John Lewis hat box swinging wildly in the wind. It was a surreal afternoon.
The point is that the dress fits, is stored safely at my parents, and as they paid for the dress I am can reasonably confident of the reign of hell that will be laid down upon my sister or any of her friends who might entertain ideas about dressing up.
I am having a hen party on Saturday. I still find this very bizarre. Actually, what's really strange is the mix of people who are going to be there; there literally isn't an embarrassing moment of my life outside of the bedroom that at least one of these ladies haven't seen. (Seriously; Mum will be there, as will Megan due to some emotional blackmail, friends from primary and high school, uni friends, fandom friends, Guide friends and even an old work buddy.) I had a slight argument with the hotel we're having afternoon tea at today, which didn't help my mild stress levels. They phoned to confirm my booking for seven people.
"Er, I've booked for seventeen."
"I... really?" There was a rustling of paper. "Okay, that's fine though! Did you not pay a deposit? There's no record..."
"IT CAME OUT OF MY ACCOUNT," I said rather firmly.
"Okay, that's fine! Which tables would you like?"
So after that it was okay, and apparently I am going for the 'party' tables. Right-o. Despite that, I am hella excited. I have a nice dress to wear for the afternoon tea, I will have loads of friends around, there will be pizza, there will be fancy dress and then there will be Liverpool but only good bars and clubs that I don't find scary. Yay!
On Saturday, Mum and I went to pick up my wedding dress. Bless her. When I was telling her about my first dress fitting being a bit lonely, she freaked out about not being there. "You were on a nightshift that night, Mum. And the one before," I reminded her.
"YOUR FATHER COULD HAVE BEEN THERE!"
"Long day at work, so no he couldn't."
"... your father can go to the next one." She had pretty much signed Dad up for this before checking her own rota, realising she was on the days off stretch, and instead signed herself up for a full day of lunch, wine and dress fittings. She also signed Dad for up lift duties to and from the station. The dress shop is two minutes from Moorfields station, logically meaning that no one would have to do the terrifying drive into Liverpool. Plus, a solution about Where To Store The Dress had been found. My old bedroom at my parents has never had anyone smoking in it, and still doesn't, and is away from the 'smoking areas'. Sorted. Dad even put a hook up.
So this Saturday, Mum and I were in Liverpool, where we discovered that my dress now fits. Hurrah! We then spent a day finding her an epic hat, and then going for an enormous lunch with a bottle of wine. However, Saturday also heralded a day of freezing rain in Liverpool, and I do mean literally freezing.
This is how I found myself, slightly tipsy, running full tilt in the freezing rain down Duke Street, clutching a dress bag as my Mum galloped behind me, John Lewis hat box swinging wildly in the wind. It was a surreal afternoon.
The point is that the dress fits, is stored safely at my parents, and as they paid for the dress I am can reasonably confident of the reign of hell that will be laid down upon my sister or any of her friends who might entertain ideas about dressing up.
I am having a hen party on Saturday. I still find this very bizarre. Actually, what's really strange is the mix of people who are going to be there; there literally isn't an embarrassing moment of my life outside of the bedroom that at least one of these ladies haven't seen. (Seriously; Mum will be there, as will Megan due to some emotional blackmail, friends from primary and high school, uni friends, fandom friends, Guide friends and even an old work buddy.) I had a slight argument with the hotel we're having afternoon tea at today, which didn't help my mild stress levels. They phoned to confirm my booking for seven people.
"Er, I've booked for seventeen."
"I... really?" There was a rustling of paper. "Okay, that's fine though! Did you not pay a deposit? There's no record..."
"IT CAME OUT OF MY ACCOUNT," I said rather firmly.
"Okay, that's fine! Which tables would you like?"
So after that it was okay, and apparently I am going for the 'party' tables. Right-o. Despite that, I am hella excited. I have a nice dress to wear for the afternoon tea, I will have loads of friends around, there will be pizza, there will be fancy dress and then there will be Liverpool but only good bars and clubs that I don't find scary. Yay!
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Date: 2012-02-07 09:46 am (UTC):D that is a very good sign for my headdress/helmet.
Yes, my fancy dress outfit includes a headdress/helmet. I am rather excite.
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Date: 2012-02-07 08:01 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-02-08 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-08 09:43 pm (UTC)And tea and scones! And pizza! And fancy dress! And a chance to wear my dress with swans on! And ALL OF MY FAVOURITE LADIES (except the ones who couldn't make it, so MOST OF MY FAVOURITE LADIES. Oh, and plus my sister). YAAAAAAAAAAAAY.
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Date: 2012-02-11 05:22 pm (UTC)