Wedding of the FULK, Part 2 - Wedding Day morn

Wedding Day arrived. CutLuce was up at 6.30 am and flushed the loo which was very loud through the paper-thin walls, and thus I was awake too, and still totally exhausted. I definitely don't recommend being a sick, pregnant brideslave. Breakfast was fairly lesuirely, and I after eating I wandered down to a local florist to get some flowers for the bride - pink lilies and yellow roses.

Then, from 10.30 am it was all go, go, go. The hair and make-up people arrived, and the long and involved process of disguising our natural beauty behind a facade of socially-accoladed, artificially-enhanced beauty began. I was suffering from waves of nausea due to the antibiotics and pregnancy-induced heartburn but did my best to remain cheerful for the sake of the bride. Sadly, it was the bride looking after me, bringing cups of tea, rather than the other way around.

Eventually we were all dolled up, my nausea started to abate (with the aid of an antacid tablet), my heartburn stared to abate (with the aid of frequent sips of milk), wedding bouquets arrived, the chauffeured wedding cars (three 1959 red Cadillacs) appeared out the front and an air of excitement spread through the room. We brideslaves zipped CutLuce into her wedding dress and tried to stay out of the way of the photographer as she captured this important moment. StompyDad arrived to escort the bride and was very impressed with the wedding dress ("stunning!").

At 3.00 pm, we hopped into the Cadillacs and drove slowly to the ceremony venue. I travelled with DesignerSis in the sedan, while CutLuce, StompyDad and MissJo (the other brideslave) travelled in the convertible. The groom and "boys" had left earlier in a two-door Cadillac so that they could be made to stand nervously at the front awaiting the grand entrance of the bride.

I was amazed at how much I enjoyed the ride. Prior to the wedding, when CutLuce was becoming concerned about the cost of the wedding, I had suggested cutting out the cars and just getting family members to drive the bridal party in their own cars. But DesignerMonkey really wanted the cars, so they stayed. It was a really nice treat. Especially for StompyDad, who always used to carry on about Elvis and Cadillacs when we were kids... and that's another story.