Well my loyal 5 readers, I have finally managed to upload Part 3 of the Wedding Diary, but if you havent had the chance to read Part 1 or 2 as yet, catch up here to avoid confusion:
Part 1 Part 2 Dear Diary Part 3: 16.03.15 – The wedding Bus. I originally started with thinking that I will only order a bus for my Parents guests that are arriving from the UK. Then I realised that I needed someone to actually guide the bus (my dearest ole lush of a Sister Shaun), and that I wanted some of my own guests to get on the bus to have less stress, so I have ordered a 26 seater. Im now thinking that may be too small, but I have got to the point that I don’t care if people think I am rude for not offering them a seat on the bus to get them to and from the hotel. I am doing what I originally opted for plus a few extras and whoever does not like it can bloody well lump it. I have come to my limit for giving a damn today. The venue is not miles away and public transport is 10 a penny here! As you can see, my mood is not the best as wedding stress has decided to rear its ugly head again with people demanding where they sit and ruining the seating plan that I have so far. Again, bugger them. My wedding, they will sit where I want them to. I think it’s time for a drink as I literally am sick of wedding stuff now. Bring on tomorrow when we collect the rings – Jesus they better be right as I may literally explode! 17.03.15 – A good day as we collected the rings and even had them engraved for free – bonus! Mehmet also collected his suit, and I picked up a little tuxedo dog suit for Gucci too. All round I think we have done well today. I wont continue as I have already had more issues re the bloody bus again and do not wish to discuss it any further. Bloody wedding bus. 24.03.15 – Had a few drop outs for the wedding. At least that gives me additional space on the wedding 'bane of my life' bus. Had a few issues with guests inviting themselves also. I don’t know why I simply didn’t have the balls to say ‘You there, you are not a close personal friend of mine. Why do you think that it is acceptable to invite yourself to a wedding eh?’. But I wont say anything of the sort . What I have said is ‘would you prefer Chicken or Fish for your main?’ I have become my own nightmare – I have become ball-less. You see I am not a girl that has ever dreamed of a huge assed wedding, oh no – All I want is a small doo with close personal friends. A group of 40 attendees would be boarder line too many. I have found myself with approx 60 attendees for the day and another 35 odd coming for the evening. However it is still early days here in Turkey (18 days to go), there are bound to be more drop outs and more folk that invite them damn selves... I wouldn’t mind but what really pisses me off is that they cant/wont leave their other half at the hotel alone for the Marmaris hen night. No you cannot bring your bloody boyfriend to my hen do as an ‘honorary girl’. Thank god I let my Maid of Honour handle that one as I was close to becoming an exploding bridezilla! And then comes the seating plan. The very same self invited guest has also demanded where to sit. I would seat the bugger right at the back but that would just cause needless issues on MY special day. But know this self invited guest – I see you. I bloody well see you... 05.04.2014 – OK so after 2 weeks worth of changing the seating plans 10 times a day, rearranging the bus, rearranging the flowers, and various other things, I decided to bloody well stop doing everything on my own and wait for my MOH Kelly to arrive tonight! We have the hair and makeup trial penciled in for tomorrow afternoon, and Wednesday, Thursday and Friday are pretty much filled with follow ups too, so its time for this Bridezilla to relax with a wine and let MOH take over for a while! 07.04.15: 5 days till the wedding Well Kelly turned up at my house yesterday armed with wedding goodies: the guest book that I absolutely adore, table runners, glittery bits and bobs and the cake topper amongst other things! It was like Christmas day unwrapping everything! I loved all of the things that I had ordered and I could finally start to get an image in my mind of what the day would start to look like – woohooo! Then we went to the hairdressers. What can I say about this then. I was not impressed. I may have been foolish in thinking that they would not make me look like some sort of Turkish drag queen, but I was wrong. The make up was just all wrong. The hair was just not what I had in mind at all. But, after explaining for the 100th time what I wanted, we may, just may have got the hair issue sorted out. Seriously, how can loose beachy waves be mistaken for ringlet bloody curls? Other than my eyebrows, the makeup was just ridiculous. She called it operation big eyes. I know I have smallish eyes, but thats OK – I came to terms with that a long time ago. What I could never come to terms with is having eyeliner and shadow way off base from my eye and nearly half way down my cheek in order to make my eyes look bigger. I felt like an effing clown and stated so loudly and unhappily. I did a pretty good job of upsetting the makeup woman but got my point across in what I wanted and what I certainly didn’t want. Finally, I think we are now on the same page ready for Saturday... 08.04.15: 3 days till the wedding Grace, my Mum and Dad plus their friends arrived yesterday! Bleedin nora, this is getting eerily real now! Before their arrival Kelly and I went out to do some small bits like chase up the florist that was ignoring my texts and get a pen for the guest book. We couldn’t be assed to do too much as we were suffering with a hang over after falling into Bono after the hair and makeup disaster... Plus I had to clean the house before my parents arrived and still had to fit in dinner with me old chum Grace. Anyway, small bits sorted, house got cleaned and dinner was had with Gracey. Wedding Hotel follow up was done today by me, Kelly and my parents. We had to run through the final details and things seem to be looking OK so far. Im glad my Mum and Kel are now here as they are doing the bossing around bits and I really am starting to relax a bit more. 10.04.15: 1 day till the wedding Oh hangover!! Dear god I feel awful. FML My head is bouncing. I simply cant cope with this ridiculous hangover with my wedding tomorrow. Oh by Christ where is the gun! Stupidly it was my Marmaris Hen night last night. Why oh why did I not give myself additional time for recovery!!! Great turn out and brilliant night in general. We ate, we drank, we had a Mr & Mrs quiz (thank you Karen and Mum!), we then went on to sing our wee hearts out at Karaoke, and finally I got dragged into a taxi and home. Then the hangover from the dark depths of hell arrived. I seriously must sort this face out before tonight when its dinner with Mehmets parents (that I have never met before)...! But before that I have Kelly and Shaun coming round to help me choose a walk down the isle song (yeah I know, a bit sodding late but my Dad keeps vetoing all the ones I like so I need back up), and various other running order bits. And as if I have this minging hangover when Im bloody well getting married tomorrow! FML!!! T Minus 1 night and counting! To be continued...
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