So my best friend got married. And she looked beautiful. And I guess the groom scrubbed up well too. The party rocked. And there were no real problems, and wow, my friend is a wife!
I basically just woke up. I am still in bed. But since I didn’t actually go to bed until 2 am I think I’m allowed. And I did dance a bit, even though the DJ made me wait frickin forever for Don’t Stop Believing. Seriously, any DJs out there, if 4 people ask you to play a song, play the motherf***ing song! And then a threw myself about like a loon while it played. Plus, the two days before were pretty manic and not a lie in in sight. I have missed sleep. But it was soooo worth it.
Backtrack to Friday when I went to Lizzie’s in the early afternoon to help her take stuff over to the hotel and check in. I was staying with Lizzie at the hotel Friday night, and we had a gorgeous room. I would like to live at that hotel please. And we had truffles which were v nice. And a butler. Oh yes, a butler. I’d like a butler all the time. Just because. We didn’t abuse the service though, but we did send him off to find a needle and thread so Lizzie could mend my dress, and he was gone for ages. I wouldn’t have thought that would be a difficult request, but apparently it was.
Then later we went to another hotel for tea (proper tea, the way we Brits do, with tiny sandwiches with no crusts, and scones and cakes, and oh we don’t like scones with raisins, could you make us some without? Oh of course, or you could have these chocolate ones? Gimme gimme! Chocolate scones, who knew?) with lots of friends. And then we had drinks but me and Lizzie were in bed by 10pm. Aren’t we good. I didn’t fall asleep straight away and then Lizzie made me get up at 8 am to have breakfast with the groom’s mum and Aunt. She’d been awake since 5 am looking at her dress and going ‘Eeee!’ I opened one eye and glared at her for a bit, but she didn’t notice.
But breakfast was very nice, although that goes without saying seeing as everything at that hotel is nice. Better than nice. Divine even. After that we went back to the room and packed up our stuff as we were moving into Lizzie and J’s suite to get ready, and the butler took us over. I love saying that, the butler. I am slightly obsessed with the butlers and where they go when they are not butlering, do they have a cubby hole, an office? Are they bored waiting for their next challenge? Do they maintain their own uniforms or does the hotel do that for them? Does the cleaning come out of their wages? I must know!
We had one, and I think the only, thing that did not go to plan on the day, and that was the manicures. When we went down to the spa to get our nails done they had no record of the booking. I felt very sorry for the woman, who looked mortified when Lizzie said she was getting married today. And Lizzie, not being a bridezilla in the slightest, was calm and collected and said it wasn’t her fault and the woman kindly fit us in anyway and sorted out our nails. Although while doing so she was looking after a chap who was on the running machine, in some sort of outfit that looked like a wet suit, and plugged him into the machine. Apparently that makes you sweat more. It was bizarre.
After that it all kind of kicked off. We went back to the room and showered. Liz, the other bridesmaid, arrived, then hair and makeup, then the photographer, and we got dressed. Early of course. Lizzie’s greatest fear in life is being late for something, and so we were ready with about two hours to spare. She kept sneakily making her way into the hall bit of the room by the door and then we’d all end up there and stand about for a bit before realising and making her go back into the living room. If she’d had her way she’d have been down the aisle before J.
And then it was time, and I was a bit nervous, but Lizzie was mostly calm, or at least seemed it. And we were walking down the aisle before I knew it and I don’t really remember that bit, apart from ‘don’t stand on the dress, don’t stand on the dress!’ so I hope I smiled at least. I didn’t get to see J’s face as Lizzie entered which is my favourite bit, but I am sure it was a picture. And the service was lovely, but short, and the two readings were beautiful and excellent choices. Then I had to sign the register but since they gave me a fountain pen, which I never use, neither signature looked like the other, or my actual signature, sorry history.
Then it was party time really. We could all relax. I followed Lizzie around for a bit holding her dress, because when else can you have someone do that if not your wedding day? And we had formal photos and canapes and I managed to eat one of the amazing mozzarella balls, before settling into the main room for dinner and speeches. Dinner was excellent. Really yummy. And the cake was well worth waiting for. Mmmm cake… I know Lizzie’s dad had been very nervous about his speech, because he’s quite shy and quiet, but he did such a brilliant job. That’s the closest I came to crying all day, must say. He was sweet and funny and just lovely. And J’s speech was good, and the best man wasn’t crude (unless you knew the in joke…)
Then it was the first dance, and then we all danced, and wow the night was over. How is it possible that it’s done? They’re married. What the hell are we going to talk about now!?
Lizzie kept thanking me for being Maid of Honour, but you know, there is no need. It really was a pleasure. I’m so happy I got to be part of it, to see the backstage stuff, to go along and help with whatever she needed help with. And it’s not like Lizzie has been a demanding bride. Of all the people to be MoH for, she has to be the easiest. No stresses, no flip outs, just relaxed and calm all the way through. Not that you’d expect anything else from her really.
And now back to normal life, where I don’t have a butler to send to the shop for milk and bread, so that’ll have to be done, and my hair is still solid so a shower would be good at some point.
But it was the best day.