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WEDDING BELLS, HELL, AND A GOOD TIME<br />
G<br />
etting married never made my ‘must do’ list<br />
as a young girl. I wanted a career, and coming<br />
from a female dominated family, men were<br />
somewhat superfluous to lifelong goals and<br />
aspirations. After I broke my neck at age 17, I thought I’d<br />
never get married, which didn’t bother me too much at<br />
the time. I was more upset at no longer being able to do<br />
obscene hand gestures at other motorists whilst driving<br />
(only in emergencies mind!).<br />
A year past, and once I learnt the art of applying eyeliner<br />
with both hands, boys were soon lining up to court me<br />
(initially to my surprise and suspicion … did they have a<br />
wheelchair fetish I wondered?).<br />
Prior to meeting my husband, I was engaged to a sweet<br />
lad although we never got around to the actual wedding<br />
part. I’m good at organising a dinner party but organising<br />
a wedding was<br />
simply too scary<br />
and there was<br />
too much hard<br />
work involved<br />
– I am a lazy<br />
social organiser<br />
and obviously<br />
don’t have<br />
the standard<br />
‘wedding’ gene<br />
that the majority<br />
of woman<br />
possess.<br />
Then Jon came<br />
along.<br />
Perhaps it was<br />
the fact I had hit<br />
30, but suddenly<br />
a wedding<br />
didn’t seem like<br />
such a scary<br />
beast, and when<br />
Jon casually<br />
suggested we<br />
tie the knot<br />
over Christmas<br />
while my good friend from Calgary was in New Zealand,<br />
I agreed to do it. With a couple of months up our sleeves,<br />
we relaxed and figured there would be plenty of time to<br />
sort things out.<br />
I knew a white dress was out of the question due to my<br />
slap-happy masticating skills, so I decided on a dark green<br />
Indian dress. The dress was hunted down by a warm and<br />
gracious doctor, who informed me getting a green dress<br />
from India wasn’t the easiest of tasks due to green being<br />
a traditional Pakistan wedding colour (apparently there<br />
have been a few issues between India and Pakistan).<br />
A month before the wedding, I had my $300 authentic<br />
Indian dress with jewellery and as far as I was concerned,<br />
the rest would sort itself out. I was determined the<br />
wedding wouldn’t leave us entrenched in an ocean of<br />
debt, so we did everything on a tight budget. I even asked<br />
the guests to ‘bring a plate’ on their invitations.<br />
I also wanted to keep the guest list to a bare minimum.<br />
Although my family are close, we aren’t big breeders and<br />
weddings are not seen as important events. Jon being a<br />
pom, meant many of his family were overseas and were<br />
also unable to make it. I breathed a sigh of relief. Probably<br />
my greatest fear of getting married was walking down<br />
the isle and having one hundred eyes transfixed on my<br />
constipated giraffe-looking walk. Luckily we had a guest<br />
list of approximately 50 people - this I could cope with…<br />
just.<br />
We had also decided to have the ceremony up north in<br />
Whangarei at Jon’s mums place. An avid gardener, Ruth<br />
(Jons mum) began planting lots of flowers in her two acre<br />
garden. She had also organised some work mates to help<br />
out with extra food, and had put us onto a celebrant who<br />
worked with her and could give us a good deal on ‘mates<br />
rates’. All that was needed was the marquee in case of rain<br />
and I figured<br />
everything was<br />
ready to go.<br />
We arrived up<br />
north with our<br />
precious childdog,<br />
Meesa, and<br />
began finalising<br />
little details<br />
like what Jon<br />
was going to<br />
wear, and how<br />
I was going to<br />
get a spray tan<br />
without taking<br />
my clothes off.<br />
I conceded to<br />
wearing a paper<br />
g-string and was<br />
basted like a<br />
turkey – not the<br />
most dignified<br />
of experiences<br />
but the effect<br />
was worth.<br />
What initially<br />
was assumed<br />
would be a leisurely week of sunbathing and sorting out<br />
wedding tit-bits, soon grew into an untamed beast. We had<br />
irate relatives barking out orders on where they would<br />
stay during the wedding… hadn’t we organised this for<br />
them?…oops. Then there was what the groom would<br />
wear, and with only one day to shop before everything<br />
closed for Christmas, frantic choices were made and a<br />
costume was thrown together haphazardly. Shoes became<br />
a nightmare and although I was keen on traipsing down<br />
the aisle in my socks, others were not so keen with the<br />
idea. Suddenly everyone was in panic stations. Tears were<br />
shed, arguments were exchanged, and sleep became a<br />
distant memory.<br />
But we made it to the day of the wedding all in one piece<br />
– minus a few brain cells.<br />
I had decided not to use the wheelchair at the wedding. The<br />
ceremony was outside on grass which made it impractical,<br />
and I wanted to make use of the wedding dress which<br />
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