Signing the forms
May. 28th, 2002 01:09 pmHad a weekend full of wedding-y stuff. Saturday went to Mum's place and sat and made many phone calls, determining who could come and who couldn't and thus who else could come. Alas, some of the people we were very very much looking forward to seeing aren't able to make it - and a couple of the aging aunties whom we thought would only send best wishes are creaking their bones up the highways and byways.
Started a seating plan, based roughly on his side/my side. It's going to have to be completely redone, based on his/mine, left politically/right, young/old, male/female etc. Ah well - for such things are permutations and computations created.
Found out that the fastest way to double the cost of a hire car is to say the W word. "White or black - you want white? Is this for a wedding?" Dammit.
A couple of major mysteries - who is my younger brother (recently separated) bringing, and how many of the Canberra friends-and-relatives will know my grandmother already? Oh yeah - and what the flip is a Pithivier? Especially when made out of duck.
Saw the celebrant on Sunday - she's as disorganised as I am, but not a problem. She's made a lot of very lovely suggestions about the ceremony, particularly concerning the "do you take this woman" bit. Mind you, she suggested handfasting, and I asked whether we could get a pool table out to the gardens and
lederhosen hit me.
We also discussed which music and readings we will not be using. No Corinthians (clanging bell crashing cymbal), no Celine Dion or Michael Bolton, possibly some other lovely stuff.
And suddenly it's about 5 weeks. Oh shit.
Started a seating plan, based roughly on his side/my side. It's going to have to be completely redone, based on his/mine, left politically/right, young/old, male/female etc. Ah well - for such things are permutations and computations created.
Found out that the fastest way to double the cost of a hire car is to say the W word. "White or black - you want white? Is this for a wedding?" Dammit.
A couple of major mysteries - who is my younger brother (recently separated) bringing, and how many of the Canberra friends-and-relatives will know my grandmother already? Oh yeah - and what the flip is a Pithivier? Especially when made out of duck.
Saw the celebrant on Sunday - she's as disorganised as I am, but not a problem. She's made a lot of very lovely suggestions about the ceremony, particularly concerning the "do you take this woman" bit. Mind you, she suggested handfasting, and I asked whether we could get a pool table out to the gardens and
We also discussed which music and readings we will not be using. No Corinthians (clanging bell crashing cymbal), no Celine Dion or Michael Bolton, possibly some other lovely stuff.
And suddenly it's about 5 weeks. Oh shit.
Pithivier
Date: 2002-05-27 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-05-27 09:05 pm (UTC)And I offer up this:
"What would it cost for a white car for a debutante ball?"
Once you know their 'base price for cheap schoolkids' you can begin to haggle :)
no subject
Date: 2002-05-27 11:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-05-28 02:53 am (UTC)