Boy! Do I have a story for you guys.
Yes another one.
This story is such contrast to the last one I told the other day about the wedding that lasted 10 months.
Let’s take it to the flip side shall we. Ill set the scene. A few weeks ago, I receive a facebook invite to a house warming for my friend and ex-boss. (The best place I ever worked at)
This is the same lady that bidded on the house we wanted while we were coming back from Japan, but missed out on. We choose her to bid for us, because she had just won her house at auction a few weeks prior.
So, the invite is for a housewarming party. I have to work Saturdays, but that is okay, it was an all day thing, extended to the evenings. A few other guests and myself, mention we will be coming in the afternoon. It was all casual relaxed, drop by whenever, it is all good.
I don’t want to give away the whole story of their relationship . . . but here goes
The bride wore capris and a blouse! (yes, Bride)
It was a wedding disguised as a housewarming. Well, to be fair, it was more like a house warming with a wedding thrown in.
Barefoot and in the backyard, roughly the same spot she was standing when bidding for this house at auction a few months back. Her friend asks for everyone’s attention. To raise a glass for the couple and their new house and FINALLY moving in together and being united in the one house (after. . . let’s just say, more then 1 decade of..umm dating, I guess you could call it). She then says, before you take a sip, I am a celebrant and I would like to marry them first!
Not a flower in sight, not a dress, no white/ivory/off white or otherwise, no tulle, no lace, no diamonds, no rings, no rose petals, no music, no arbour, no bridesmaids. . . . nada.
Nearest and dearest shedding tears of joy, they were wed in a very informal manner, that could not have been anymore romantic. I am still getting goose bumps.
Although I missed the actual nuptials (so bummed) As soon as I finished work, I was there in a flash. I came bearing a house-warming present and feeling very underdressed for a WEDDING. But like me, so did everyone else. But it didn’t matter. They had all they wanted in the world and like the bride always does, just took it in her stride.
We sipped champagne, and slurped on poppa’s (yes tetra pack poppa’s) had a fantastic cheese plate and laughed the evening away with people that did witness it and people, that had to be filled in, such as myself. We reminisced about my own wedding that they were a guest at, to which I replied, “Please now. I had my day, It is time to have yours.”