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Published: February 3rd 2009
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Andrew could not get out of bed this morning. He felt incredibly ill and suffered badly.
I went to breakfast without him, my head pounding from the music.
The reception had promised to go and ask the temple whether they could turn the speakers in the other direction, as it was impossible for anyone to relax.
The scene was beautiful, the palm trees, the backwaters, the hammocks, the bright paper stars hung between the gorgeous wooden cottages.
Yet there was no serenity, the temple had decided to drive us up the wall. Alice had managed to sleep with earplugs, Alan and Beulah didn’t seem to mind too much and neither did Claus, my father was just as annoyed as I and my mother was trying to keep the balance.
I was mainly worried about Andy who hadn’t got out of bed at all and the wedding was the following day.
The whole day is like a blur to me.
Running around trying to organize a wedding in one day is not recommended no matter how much of a superwoman you think you are.
Around Lunch time, Adam, Bek, Belle, Anjali and Tim rocked up from Munnar and it was so good
to see them. Bek and Anjali being angels in disguise, co ordinate with my mum and went to pick flowers and organize the table decorations.
Adam and Tim went into the village and got 40 coconut shells which they placed around the dinner area for candles, before heading back into the village to get some more alcohol with my father.
I somehow managed to stress myself out completely, somewhere in the whole craziness of me insisting to Anthony who was helping me organize, that everything should be “Simple!!!!” I still ended up with a colorful tent over our dinner table. Oh well!
Thankfully I no longer needed to worry about the dinner menu as my father had made that his baby, a connoisseur of all things culinary.
By nightfall Devadas and his MD came to sort out the final details for the next day, such as cultural shows, fireworks and now a houseboat on which we would sail out onto the backwaters during sunset to have the ceremony quietly as the music from the temple was still unbearable.
Andrew was feeling a little better and agreed to come out onto the canoe that evening as we all sailed down the
backwaters to search for a place that the houseboat would anchor the next day.
It was a beautiful sunset, a lovely backwater canoe ride, yet I was so exhausted and Andrew so sick and somehow we both had managed to get at least one if not more members of our family annoyed with us, that we where both happy to be back in our room that evening. As soon as I closed my eyes, I jolted up in panic!
“What’s wrong babe? “ Andrew asked. “STACEY! I forgot Stacey!” I jumped out of bed and picked up the phone dialing reception “Do you have internet?” I asked desperately “No mam” the voice replied “Sir, please help me I need the internet!” I begged
Next thing I knew I was sitting on the back of an Enfield motorbike, hanging on to Anthony while whizzing down some sparsely lit dirt road that led us to the nearest internet café some 3 kms away from Coir Village. Just as we pulled up in front of the Cyber café the man was locking up. Anthony pleaded with him and he re-opened his shop.
Stacey my friend from the UK was to arrive at 7am
the next morning in Trivandrum airport yet we had not communicated about how she would get to Coir Village. I wanted to make sure that she was still on her way and that she knew that we where sending a car to pick her up.
There was neither email nor message on facebook from her.
I decided to send the car anyway and hope for the best.
When we arrived back at the resort, I decided to join everyone else for dinner. Alan and I sat down and talked about the ceremony and the things we wanted to have said the following day.
Bek took some rice over to Andrew who was still in the room and I soon joined him for a few hours of sleep.
They are right. They, the ex brides, the ones who have done it all before. It can be a very stressful affair.
But somehow, I managed. I had so many loving supporting people around me, that there was no way this wouldn’t turn out wonderfully.
Andrew and I are marked by our chaotic personalities and so the wedding preparations where as chaotic as we are.
And you know what? At the end of
it all, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
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