OK OK. Let’s talk about the wedding
I did not write about this, because it is impossible with cats in the registry office. Skisey stayed at home, acted like, and didn’t even yell much when we got home early. Here. We have a cat channel)) And secondly, because I don’t think this event is out of the ordinary. I considered this man my husband ten years before this day, one mortgage back, before repairs and summer cottages, and even before we had one harmful cat. I hope nothing changes for many more years.
But it was terrible. Honestly. Sasha set me up.
My passport was running out. And it had to be changed. And if we still change, then maybe we’ll sign it already? Isn’t it romantic?))) So we decided to just sign. All our relatives live anywhere but in St. Petersburg. Therefore, we decided to do without invitees. But the dress? Sash, what are we going to wear? I remember very well how he scratched his head.
“Well, you won’t make me wear a suit?” He looked at me so pleadingly that I rejoiced. Wonderful! No suit, no dress! And you don’t have to buy flowers. We quickly drive to the registry office, sit in some restaurant and dump it in the country.
So, well, since you decided with clothes, what about the rings? Rings, probably, are needed … And change the surname? Well, I don’t know. We had three whole months to decide everything.
But you know what? It was a base. Two days before the wedding, Sasha brought home a suit. Costume!! Suit, damn it. I got angry. I even wanted to set the cat, first on Sasha, then on the suit. Because where can I find a dress in a day?!?! I don’t have anything bright in my wardrobe! I remember very well that it was a busy day at work. I left at nine in the evening and rushed to the mall. I had two hours before closing to find a dress. Or at least a curtain. At worst, a tablecloth. I hope you find it funny. Because me too now. And then I made plans for revenge and called my brother in Kazakhstan, demanding help in finding a dress. Found. Went through all the torments of hell, but found. White, festive, something between a curtain and a tablecloth. She dragged herself home and, in protest, lay down to sleep on the couch. The cat walked all night from corner to corner and moaned. He does not like, when we’re not sleeping together. Getting us one by one is more difficult, apparently.
In the morning we got up early. I had to be at the registry office at two. But you have to buy rings! And flowers. Because if there is a suit, then flowers are needed! We stopped at a jewelry store on the way.
— Oh, and you are all in white, you can go to the registry office right now. — «Joked» the seller.
We looked at each other gloomily and the lady was very surprised.
-What do you! Rings must be chosen in advance!
Seriously?! First of all, you, lady, were not asked! And secondly, it’s already too late.
The ladies pulled out a bunch of pillows, and began to interrupt to offer all sorts of different things. They lamented that it was difficult to choose a ring in half a day. Suddenly you like it, but there is no size ?! Sasha chose the ring in three minutes. Two of which I tried to unscrew the tag so as to measure. It took me ten minutes. I liked two and I couldn’t choose. The price won. From harm, I chose more expensive. Because he is to blame, with his suit …
Then we went to the flower shop. I liked the ring, and I was already a little cold. That’s why I didn’t want flowers. In the evening we left for the dacha, and two days later, when we return, they will wither.
— One white rose. — I asked.
Sasha looked at me, in the dress, then at his suit and demanded seven grand. The flower girl smiled.
— You are so nice, beautiful, even now in the registry office!
We looked at each other gloomily.
The lady wrapped the bouquet and grumbled something about the fact that normal brides order a bouquet in advance, and then change the composition a hundred more times. But she gave us a butterfly in a bouquet. To make all decisions in life easy. Thank you, kind person!
Then we arrived at the registry office. Half an hour earlier, as the invitation said. By the way, when we applied, we were given an invitation and a memo. That’s what we learned from her. that cats are not allowed in the registry office! Forbidden. Crap. And I just wanted to take Mazonkin!))))
As soon as we arrived, we were escorted to the waiting room and asked to put on masks. Crap. Masks. Sasha drove into the car and brought two. Black. And what to do! What found! Like all normal people, we took a hundred and fifty photos in the waiting room. Then the stern aunt invited us into the office.
Do you take your husband’s last name?
Crap! We haven’t decided yet! It’s been three months… Damn!
-Beret! — Said Sasha, and added. -Maybe.
-Yeah! — I confirmed.
— Do you want a ceremony? my aunt asked sternly and looked at me so sternly that I had to refuse.
But you know what?! I found the dress in two hours, I suffered a lot in high heels, I have a ring and a bouquet, they took away my last name, and they were not allowed to take my cat here! Want!!
By the way, we did not regret it. It was touching. All these parting words, the anthem, and so on … I was terribly afraid of dropping the ring or stumbling on the carpet, or signing in the wrong place. But everything went as it should. We left the registry office fifteen minutes after we entered. They looked at each other and laughed. They declared themselves the brotherhood of the ring and went to celebrate in a restaurant. There the waitress said that we are very beautiful and if we have a reason …
At the dacha we drank champagne and danced. Now we are arguing who will be the first to forget about the anniversary)) The cat bets on me))
That, in fact, is all. I never wanted a wedding as a holiday. And Sasha supported me in this. All in all, it was a perfect day for us. Here.