The 15th & 16th; Becky and James' wedding day!
The 15th of August. Becky and James' wedding day! I got up at 7:15, got dressed, did my hair, had a crumpet and a coffee before going over the road. Alison was having her make up done when I arrived, then she and Danni went to get their hair done and I got in the chair for my make up. So much stuff on my face! I even had false lashes because why not? It was a very busy morning - cakes being picked up, flowers arriving, getting dressed, arrival of the car. Suddenly it was time to go! Lorna, flowergirl Chloe and I sat in the back of the car, then the two seats in front folded out so Rachel and Danni could sit in them, and Alison sat in the front with the driver. We felt very fancy!
We had to hang out in the vestibule at the back of the church until Becky and Chris arrived, not too late! I started us off, trying not to walk too fast or smile too ridiculously. I did a tiny cry during the ceremony, while we sang the second song. I mainly held it together though. After the service, we had some photos, and one of the photographers was a guy I knew from school, Malcolm! Weird coincidence. Then some cake in the church before we chucked confetti at the couple and they were driven to The Boathouse. Rachel, Danni and I swiftly followed, got ourselves a Pimm's and found our seats. I spoke to a few people while I waited for the rest of my family to arrive. Shortly after they did, I needed to be in a couple of photos on floor that was very stony and painful, so I was glad when those are done.
Everyone congregated in the restaurant, all waiting for food. I was with Christine and some of Becky's church friends who I've met at parties previously, so we had a jolly time. We all got on the wine and ate our food which was really good, and we were nice and sozzled for the speeches.
Chris' was a lovely poem, James' made me nearly cry when he talked about Becky (and knock over my Prosecco when he said how nice we looked, then made a face), and Tim's made me slightly hysterical with a story of when James wrote about violins instead of villains for his English GCSE.
After that, things are fuzzy. There was the first dance, to Ed Sheeran's Thinking Out Loud, the cutting off the cake, photobooth fun times, some heart to hearts with total strangers, sparklers, and far more dancing than I should ever do. Now very, very sleepy.
The 16th of August.
Hangovers suck. I woke up in serious tummy pain, which I thought might be heartburn, but I really didn't feel I could take any Gaviscon. At about half five, I was calling Mommy for help and shortly after, I threw up several times into the bin. Since then, I've felt pretty shit, trying to sleep until about ten. Mommy stayed with me until she needed to help Alison take Gordon and Margaret to the station, so then Christine came to sit with me while I whimpered.
I started feeling vaguely reasonable at some point this afternoon, when I had some toast and marmalade. I watched three episodes of Dexter, and decided to come downstairs at about five. I've had some scrambled eggs and I think I'll be okay tomorrow. I'm not going to pilates though.
