I don’t really think there is anything to say about this
other than I seem to have had baby brain prior to having babies, and even more
so once I did. But if there was a deep-seeded feeling that blocks out the day
of our wedding from my memory it would have to be the fact that my fiancé at
the time decided that a bucks night the night before the wedding day was a good
idea. His brother stlll tells me that if it wasn’t for him dragging him out of
whatever establishment they were partying in he wouldn’t have made it to the
wedding at all. As it was, when the photographer asked him to spin all 58kg of skin
and bone that was me back then, around, he nearly spewed. So as far as I’m
concerned he’s lucky I married him at all let alone remember the day it
happened all those years ago.
And it wasn’t that the day wasn’t memorable for other
reasons than the groom being hung over, it was perfect in every other way. You
could say that if you swapped the Groom for someone else who was sober, the day
would have been nothing short of a fairy tale. It was at Jones Bay Wharf, I was
in a simple but stunning dress, the bridesmaids were in gunmetal silver, we
arrived in white Cadillacs to a small stone church that looked as though it
belonged in a country town.
If you put aside the psychotic florist from a company that
really should be called “Brides be Doomed” rather than it’s more deceptive
upbeat name, who had mixed me up with another bride and refused to meet up to
correct her obviously failed memory. Or the heartbroken hair stylist who
obviously put his sadness into my style, the day had hope and joy written all
over it. Especially if you were a groomsman it seemed. As though the enormous
celebration of love created a strange love potion and nearly everyone got
lucky, either that or people had their own “potions” in their pockets,
whatever, the point was if you were single at our wedding and even slightly
willing you were in for a night of looove.
The stories were so debauched my now hung over husband was struglling
with the decision he’d just made. Talk about bad timing and probably a very
logical reason for my annual blank. But despite the obvious trauma associated
with my day as a princess, I am not trying to forget I’m married (well except
the other day when I was in the park and I wanted to channel Kate Winslet’s
character from Little Children), and after a beautiful lunch where Boom and I
had a conversation that didn’t go something like “I did the last three poos so
it’s your turn.”, “well I stayed up putting them to bed and then got up in the
middle of the night so fair’s fair”. It was a lovely anniversary and one that
now I’ve remembered I won’t forget…well at least until next year.
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