They say no matter what goes wrong on your wedding day, the important thing is that at the end of the day you're married.
But it was looking like we weren't going to get married on that day after all.
We were searching for solutions. But we were grasping at straws.
The reality is that this guy was the only guy with the power to marry us... and he didn't care a whit about our timeline or our feelings.
We have a lawyer and Ryan's parents were arguing with her, telling her how we had a honeymoon booked and a reception that night. They were told, I'm unsure if it was by the lawyer or the office of the official, that "no one celebrates these court things," meaning we were the unreasonable ones.
I am not ashamed to say that I cried.
I am a little ashamed to say I cried several times.
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Ryan with his aunt, two grand uncles, and grandmother |
My sari had already gotten re-draped by Ryan's aunt, so it'd be draped twice (really more than that because both times had taken a few tries.) Before we'd left the house I'd called my parents back so they could see the new look and to let them know what was going on... I felt bad about taking down their joy as well (though of course would have felt worse not including them in the truth.)
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us at the shopping center |
If we got married the next day. But if an official could decide not to come to work one day, why expect him the next day?
Ryan's family had to pick up the cake from the bakery, so it was suggested since we weren't going to the court why not have all of us go and we'd go to a photo studio and get a professional picture taken since we were all dressed up? So we did.
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us with Shushant and Aveek |
Then we went back to the house where we just hung out and had lunch and were social. We had fun taking a ton of photos. We were also still working on the music for the reception, a job Ryan and I were supposed to have completed the weekend before but Ryan kept saying, "It's okay, we have time." Plus, a lot of drama went down on the weekend. (Amazingly, not involving family!) It had been cleared up only that morning.
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Yashvika, Ryan and I |
But I did feel beautiful. My sari looked lovely. And when we'd been out in the shopping center we were turning so many heads, it was fun. So when the evening came and we loaded into our cars I felt like a pretty bride, despite the lack of a marriage.

I felt gorgeous as I arrived at the venue. Now this was the minor wedding celebration. We're still hoping to a do a church ceremony and larger reception later, but we had about 30 guests coming to an hors d'ouerves reception. I walked into greet the ten to fifteen guests who arrived before us with confidence.

I was flustered, but allowed it. So that was my third re-draping and a totally different style. This style showed off the palu better (the decorative part of the sari). It did look nice, though looking at the photos of the morning and the evening I think I like the way the morning showed off my figure better. But the ladies' re-draping was pinned much better and I think held up much better throughout the course of the evening...
So re-draped and refreshed in my mindset, I made my grand entrance to the reception...
To be continued tomorrow... (Thankful Thursday will be appearing here in a few hours, if you were wondering)
I know exactly what you mean about the sari--I've shown up to events in a Sari--and I know how to drape my own sari the way I like it. But it's inevitable that I'll be re-dressed by a number of ladies who I either know slightly or who I don't know at all over the course of the evening. :)
ReplyDeleteThat's too bad that you weren't able to get married when planned! Man, that's tough! I don't blame you for crying!
Thanks for mentioning our photos haha the memories of that day will remain evergreen for me.....;-)
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