Anyway! Enough moaning. The wedding is over, and with it all the hideous wedding-related stress. The ceremony itself was lovely, although I did kind of charge up the aisle at top speed, leaving my poor parents far behind me. We hadn't been able to decide on the perfect arrival music for our musicians (leedy and Busta J, and my friends Angeline and Pól) so in the end Patsington serenaded me with one of his own songs what he wrote for me. The readings were from John Donne (I have loved this poem since I was 15) and WH Auden (look, it mentions frogs!), and then we were married and Jenny and Lisa sand 'This Moment' by the Incredible String Band, which my parents sang at their own wedding, and the Reverend Bill said "you may kiss the bridegroom" and I did and walked down the aisle with our arms around each other feeling very happy.
And then came the reception, which was initially lots of fun but got more stressful after the feast and the (very nice) speeches. Oh, I was so pleased with myself for exerting a near-fascistic level of control over the musical sections of the evening (although I did ask a couple of friends to do DJ sets, I wasn't too bad), spending days putting together the perfect dancefloor playlist on my iPod. Unfortunately, this meant that I had to deal with the technical problems of the sound desk acting up, as well as constantly checking with my DJing chums when their sets were going to end. This was all surprisingly headwrecking. But it all worked out, and everyone danced like mad to everything from Stevie Wonder to the Slits, and I got to play Huggy Bear's seminal riot grrrl classic 'Her Jazz' (the Huggies would probably not approve of being played at a wedding, but still), and my sister Busta J and I achieved our dream of getting everyone to do synchronised dance moves (to our childhood favourite, Paul Simon's 'You Can Call Me Al' and Five's Joan Jett sampling 'Everybody Get Up' which is one of my all time favourite guilty pleasures) which was awesome (there are photographs of all this, unfortunately). One of my friends said 'It's like being at a brilliant club with all your friends!' which was the best compliment I could have received.
I was SO tired by the end, though, and P and I staggered up to the (vair, vair fancy) Shelbourne Hotel, where the staff had left out champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries, and we felt terrible that we were too knackered to appreciate it all and collapsed into bed. Of course, I couldn't collapse before I had taken out the ten zillion pins that were holding up my very impressive hair (a v fancy stylist who works a lot for the magazine did it) and worked out all the knots from the backcombing. Oh the romance of it all.
So there you go, I am married. I don't feel any different, even though I've read lots of articles saying "oh, you think it won't be differen when you're married if you've been living with someone for years, but it is". Actually, it isn't, and I'm not really surprised, becuase as Patsington said during his speech, we've both felt so right together for years, and the wedding was just to celebrate something lovely that already existed.
Thank you all for your congratulations, by the way! I shall post again later about things that have been rocking my world – the genius of Philip Reeve, the sheer joy of campy German soap operas (you can watch one online about rival ice skaters, one rich, one poor, embroiled in a fierce class war!!), gorgeous Italian food – but I haven't had my breakfast yet, so it will have to wait.