I got married a year and a half ago, I guess it wasn't you're typical wedding, My husband lived in Cuba so we got married over there because he still didn't have his visa to come over here. None of my friends from England could afford to come and I guess that's my only regret, my parents came. I asorted the paperwork (lots of it!) bought my dress and his suit without anyone's help or advise and he sorted all the food, car, party arrangements etc all alone. we were both pretty scared and nervous because right down till the last minute it was uncertain if we'd have enough money and all the necessary papers.
I was unbareable the morning of the wedding, I had seven cuban mothers trying to do my hair and dress me and I freaked, they gave me tranquillisers and everything went perfectly. I was scared right until the moment of seeing him at the registry office that Erne would bottle it and that I'd be left waiting. Bi=ut he was there. The wedding was small scale, we had to ration the buffet and beer was the only alcoholic drink at the party which we had in a friends house, we drank cider rather than champagne and
never had a honeymoon but the house was packed with friends and dancing and we have a million photos and a cheesy video to show to the people that were left behind in the UK.
Erne got his visa, we're still madly in love and waiting for baby number one.
Long post I'm soory I goy carried away reminiscing ...
My advice would be to enjoy yourself on the day and dance loads. In the end the wedding is only the start to something that is hopefully special and treasured for a very long time.
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