Let me tell you, for a wedding that wasn´t really a well planned event, we had a very good time. That just about made up for the stress of the preceding months, not to mention the stress of the last few days and nights.
We could hardly sleep the night before, but that was mostly due to a too-small bed, lots of snoring, and a minor bladder infection. TMI? Oh, please, by blog standards that hardly registers. So, we got up in the middle of the night, Gus put on a hat and we had a little party in the kitchen. Prescient, that hat - he was really keen on wearing one to the wedding but it got forgotten in the last moments.
Neither of us knew what we´d wear until the day before, and we really weren´t even totally sure of who´d be there. The best of two worlds were in evidence, once things got rolling. Gus´s mom and dad really rose to the occasion and did all the driving, planning and coordinating for the day itself, keeping us more or less calm and focused on getting to the, um, Ayuntamiento on time.
Then, for the lighter side of life, our friends Cucho and Isa surprised us by showing up with top hats and monocles. These are ¨monóculos¨, in Spanish, and if the stress is shifted to the second-to-last syllable, it becomes ¨monkey-asses¨. Nice!
Filling out the friends front were the inimitable Johnny, fresh off his girlfriend´s hippie farm, outfitted in a sharp, shiny suit with a Bart Simpson tie, which read ¨Yo! Cool, Man!¨, and other timeless English proverbs,
and Szymon, from Gus´s hotel job, with his girlfriend Monika. They got to play ¨straight men¨ for all this goofiness.
In the end it was a fun day. I wore a hand-crocheted black dress about four sizes too small, making me so Spanish that the legal papers we got list me as a Spanish citizen, already. Is that all it takes? Gus looked chic in a black suit, and damned if near everyone wasn´t also wearing black. The Town Hall (Ayuntamiento) is in an old part of town, and/but the cool thing is it looks near deserted, and has such a Spaghetti Western vibe, that we were really sorry not to have worn cowboy hats and boots.
All I had to remember was, ¨¡Sí!¨ And I did it, and it´s done.
So, then lunch, then home, and tomorrow we go on Honeymoon. Sorry, Jánimun. Jajaja.
Felicidades all around!
