The night before the 26th, Ryan and I were embracing to say goodnight and he leans back and says, "Wow! You have a gray hair!"
Yep. I found my first gray hair the night before I was supposed to get married. Probably not the most auspicious beginning. It's only a few inches long and I found Ryan's first grays when I arrived from America and had searched my own head to see if I had any without avail, so I think it's grown in since I moved here.
|My mom on webcam|
I had my first little freak out when my friend Yashvika, who had agreed to come and help me drape the sari, called me up and asked if she could just have our mutual friend drop off some supplies? I began breathing rapidly and said, "Uh... I don't know what to do."
|Drying eye liner|
"I don't know how to drape a sari."
"Well, Ryan's mom-"
"Ryan's mom never wears saris."
"Oh. Okay. I'm coming, don't worry."
Minor crisis averted.
Yashvika and I then had fun and laughs, especially when we got my parents on webcam. She helped me do my make up... we messed up the liner on one eye and had to wash it off and start over, but in the end I looked great.
|partway through the draping|
My parents were tearing up when we said goodbye, and I got off the webcam with them. We took a lot of pictures. I was excited. We had to be at the courthouse at 11:30 and it was about 10:30...
|the bride and groom|
Was I getting married that day?
Wasn't there someone else at the court who could do it?
What about the reception we had planned for that evening?
What about the hotel room we had booked for that night?
They say that no matter what goes wrong on your wedding day the important part is that at the end of it you're married...
What if at the end of the day we weren't married?
To be continued... (tomorrow, I'm not so mean I'd make you wait until next week.)