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I now sound like a Chinese school teacher.
So the wedding really happened, and I didn't trip over and face plant the paddock were the helicopter dropped me, and even though our celebrant did ask me "Cherry-Anne, do you take Husband to be your husband?" (answer "Me take Husband long time!"), and despite the fact that prior to the ceremony my dear mother was verbalizing her hatred towards hairdressers and willingness to possibly sue one while the nervous hairdresser who was completing my hair-do for the big day was preparing to flee the scene before having to do my mothers hair - all in all a great day was had by all.
OK and there was the fact that the caterers didn't show up to the ceremony, and there was no alcohol or ice brought down either and had to be picked up 10 minutes before show time by my new Mother in Law, and also a 1.8m round table with a place setting of 12 situated right next to the dance floor did come crashing down just after the band began to play their 3rd or 4th song taking with it approximately $150 worth of hired glassware.
But other than the cyclonic and torrential down pour which dissipated 3.5 seconds after I flew in baffling the drenched crowd of onlookers who were now witnessing a beautifully sunny and blessed wedding, it all went off without a hitch.
And without sounding ungrateful, I would also like to add that due to the copious amount of liquor that we had in stock and the awesome brunch that followed the next day- our marriage was only legitimised post 3 days. Making us the exception to the statistics but in an even more minus zero way.
Good to be finally married though. Now for rug-rats.