Saturday, July 31, 2004
Its 1:50 pm and I've finally managed to drag myself out of bed. Normal circumstances, I can't stay in bed past 9 am and my body does think it's before 9am - in the middle of the good old, US of A. Yes, jet lag has stolen my will to live, or at least to function normally during the hours of 7am to 6pm. After six I'm awake and ready to take on the day (and I can probably type better as well... its taken me almost 10 minutes to type the last five sentences... I'm going to be here forever)! So bear with me - the next few paragraphs may not exactly "flow"...
So I've been officially a "Mrs" for a week (give or take a few hours). I don't feel married and this entire Mrs. Crowther thing is going to take getting used to. My mother-in-law has started addressing post to Mr and Mrs P. G. Crowther. I don't feel old enough to be part of a Mr and Mrs! Plus, I've spent the last 26 years correcting misspellings and mispronunciations of "Oesterle," now I'm going to have to start with "Crowther" - and equally fiddly and difficult name. My parents still struggle with it. I'm still toying with the idea of becoming and Oesterle-Crowther (sounds cool, huh?). Then I can keep signing my name "Tracey Oesterle!" I don't really like change...
I'm sure you all want to know how the wedding went? Fantastic. It was perfect. The weather wasn't unbearably hot (a bit on the cool side if you ask me), the flowers were beautiful, the bridal party (including children) did exactly what they were supposed to AND no one tripped, passed out, or disrupted the wedding in any major way. RESULT!
(There was one guy, who will remain nameless, who did spend the entire night hitting on ALL of the women between 18 and 30 - I think I'm the only one he DIDN'T hit on - and then had to be escorted from the party at about 2am. But there's always one.)
But all-in-all Giles and I managed to survive the ceremony with only a few minor missteps that only WE knew about. No cake was split on the dress during the cake cutting (and it was Chocolate - I would have been distraught) and in fact the dress survived the night with only a small little spot! We did, however, make a mess of the first dance (the veil and train keep getting in the way), but I don't think anyone really cared.
So the final verdict? All of my exercising-eating-sensibly-skin-maintenance work paid off. There wasn't a spot to be seen and the dress fit perfectly. I even had complements on my beautiful "hour-glass" figure (I should of had Marilyn write it down and sign it). The reception dress went down a treat. Everyone thought it was gorgeous. Charlie, the florist, made me a hair-piece to wear after the veil came off (it had to come off. . . it was 6 1/2 feet long and was collecting plant-and-insect-life as I strolled amongst my guests) that was absolutely perfect: white-and-pink flowers (can't remember what kind), crystals AND feathers. And Jo did a fantastic job pinning it to my head - it stayed in all night and still looked fab when I took it out!
Jo was wonderful the entire 10 days - Lord only knows how she kept from throttling me or other members of my family. Thanks to her, I was given numerous compliments on how calm and collected I was throughout the entire week. I couldn't have done it without her. She was the perfect maid-of-honour (and she looked awesome in her dress - even if she only wore it for two hours!).
I must say I'm flagging a bit and I haven't even started with the details. I do need to leave the house before I crawl back into bed. If I keep this schedule up I'm on my way to being a full fledged creature-of-the-night. So I'll leave you to ponder my random thoughts and I'll go pull myself together. But check back soon, I haven't talked about the wedding showers, the BBQ, the HONEYMOON or Rico-the-cat-that-ate-new-york!
