And another one bites the dust!
In all seriousness, in spite of numerous jokes made by me regarding the institution of marriage and how appalling I find the idea, I could not be more excited about this wedding. The groom has been one of my longest standing London friends and a definite member of this urban family of ours and when he brought home a girl, it obviously was the loveliest girl in the world. This wedding was bound to be beautiful.
I do however wish I had been informed that this venue is the same place that Bridget Jones and Daniel Clever went rowing on the lake. Had a known I would have arrived early to arrange a re-enactment. Floridian could have been Cleaver, Scotty (Not The Christmas Goose) could have been the snotty lawyer girl and the attractive Hemsworth brother could be Mr Darcy. It would have been everything I always wanted it to be.
Resisting the urge to head for the lake and the boats, there we were, waiting for these two amazing people to become Mr and Mrs.
The ceremony was beautiful, as were this lovely couple - although the bride very nearly took a tumble when her father accidentally stepped on her train. After some gorgeous readings, beautiful string music and everyone who needed to say I do saying I do at the right time, these two were finally married and the festivities could begin!
According to a Swedish saying, a bit of rain on the wedding dress is a sign of a long and happy marriage to come - and considering that the light drizzle only lasted for 30 seconds and was followed by radiant sunshine, I'd say this one is in the bag.
After raiding the giant table of pickamix (which is basically cocain to any Swede) and having had a glass of champagne, we found the Kubb. The excitement can not be described. Move over croquet and boule - real men and Viking girls play Kubb.
Seeing as this Viking girl also lost at Kubb, I was quite happy when it was time for dinner. Plus there was that whole not eating for a week thing before the wedding making me rather excited about food.
Dinner was brilliant, food was delicious and the speeches heart warming - but nothing could really beat the look on the non Swedes faces once the bride left her seat and the race to kiss the groom begun. Yeah us Swedes are weird, but god damn it we're proud of it.
Five courses later, it was time for the bride and groom to dance their first dance as husband and wife and prove that there is no need for married couples to no longer enjoy a good party. There was dancing throughout the night and as Floridian and I left at 1 AM, the Nordmen were still shaking it.
Thank you both for letting me be part of such a brilliant day!
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| The legal mumbo jumbo |
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| The boys in some serious Kubb action! |
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| Gorgeous table setting with SNAPS! |
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| The cake cutting |
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| The moves |
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| A Floridian, a lion and a lamp post. So close to being a Narnia book. |
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