Snatches-of-Bliss-and-Are-You-Freaking-Out-Yet?

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* Welcome *

Changed da house,
Changed da look.

BTW, my bathrobe's usually pink
and we don't have a fireplace.
Other than that,
it's pretty accurate...

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Friday, December 10, 2004

~ Shock Horror ~

Up till today, wedding preparations had been pret-ty uneventful. As far as Tony and I were concerned, we were right on schedule with most things; the wedding decor was on its way over as of this morning along with his parents, my mother and Audrey had arrived, the guest list for the reception has been finalised, the general invitation to the rest of the 2 congregations had been released via email, the church newsletter, a hardcopy on the notice board and by word of mouth.

So my heart kinda sank to my knees when I decided to hike over to New Parliament House with Marcus, my mother and Audrey to show off the gardens, only to find that the blossoms had been obliterated, straw or some mulch thing was all they bothered to replace the beds with, and all that stood as explanation was an officious looking sign which read "Due to Stage 2 Water Restrictions in the ACT, there will be no annual Summer display."

By the time reality sank in, I was uuuuupset. This photo with Marcus? Taken about 5 minutes before the waterworks started. I've always considered myself to be a pretty flexible bride. No Chinese Banquet? All the better. No grand engagement party? No great loss. Tony not going to get harassed by the jie-mei early in the morning when he comes to get me? There's always Singapore. Veil full of holes and yellowing? We could always borrow. Father not in the loop about the wedding? Can't help that one.

Stripped-nekkid garden on wedding day? Crap, woe, and doom.

Tony, Towering Bulwark of Strength, Ever-Masterful Taskmeister and overall Practical Fellow got on the phone to the Old Parliament House (as opposed to the wretched New Parliament House in charge of these bald bulbs, who didn't even have the decency to warn me about the gardens when I called them twice last week). The next thing I know, he's over at Aileen's place for dinner, and then he takes all of us out on a car ride so we can recce some of the possible sites at the Old Parliament House which, incidentally, just refurbished their rose gardens and officially opened them to the public on the 2nd of this month.

One thing's for sure; as much as we realise that the wedding can still go ahead with the ceremony in the Eastern Formal Bald Gardens, we were determined now not to hold it there if at all possible.

# posted by Velle | 5:54 pm

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