Where both deliberate, the love is slight; who ever loved that loved not at first sight? Come live with me and be my love, and we will all the pleasures prove… Or would you have me hide my passion, now that passions court me - late fruit of the tree that I am?
There are but six weeks to go until Fella and I have our
civil partnership. The planning and preparation, I must admit, are taking a
huge amount of time – most of our spare time now! I do not know how we would
have managed to get as far as we have without everyone involved getting on with
each other (florists, caterers etc) and having friends who are helping out with
big things like the rings, the cake, etc.
Still, the logistics are still somewhat daunting. For example,
we need to let the registrar know in writing two weeks before the ceremony if
we want to dispense with the kiss at the end of the ceremony. And the holistic
interconnectedness of all things: the colour of the flowers affects the colour
of the suit; the music we choose affects the order of the ceremony. And then
there is what we may not do: no religious symbols; we may not bring the cake to
the venue until the day of the ceremony;and so on.
One thing all the planning and organisation has revealed is
some of the funny attitudes people have about things. I’ve touched on ‘reverse
discrimination’ before but the things people expect about our wedding, and
things around it, have been quite an eye opener. In some ways it raises the bar
for us a little [OOOO, I’ve never been to a gay
wedding before!!] but it seems, gentle reader, that some people half expect us
to go down the aisle on unicorns and Liza Minnelli is our celebrant. Whilst
this may be true, it has been surprising discovering some of the assumptions
people carry about.
We have, much to Fella’s annoyance, been various asked about
our hen do; bridesmaids; and maid of honour. Now I need hardly point out to you
the obvious but it is startling how many people need remind that we are two
men, and as such we have entirely dispensed with the bride in our arrangements.
Yet the ability of people to add two and two and get wibble seems insurmountable.
It has proven a little handy, in that one of our friends has only been allowed
the day off work on the grounds that she is a chief bridesmaid. Not wishing to
look a gift dissonance in the mouth we’ve made her an usher.
For me, I’m just keen for people to have as much fun as
possible without getting consumed into making every last detail perfect (for
that way madness lies, wibble). It will be the people that will make it
enjoyable. That and six weeks of intense dieting.
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