Dear Diary,

         I have waited so long for this day, and to see it come to its fruition was possibly the most perfect, fulfilling and romantic moment in my life. I was so overjoyed when today day went of without a hitch, but what can you expect; I planned this to the very last detail, from the color of the chairs to the mahogany dance floor.

         Our day started off at the wedding when the state troopers escorted us to the 12th Century Roman Catholic Church, only to be met by a bona-fide cardinal who preformed the rites and, to my embarrassment, posed for pictures afterwards. The Church was all decked out in gorgeous gothic architecture, stained glass windows and ornate wooden pews.

         Both Charles and I had written our own vows, but there was none of the typical new age flowery nonsense that normally occurs. After I accepted the ring, said, “I do” and sung some hymns we were able to get on to the meat of this whole shindig, the reception.          

         By the time Charles and I arrived most of our guests, and all of our most important friends were already assembled on the shiny dance floor that dominated the center of the gargantuan country club reception hall. We waltzed into the center of them, and danced to our favorite song. After the few minutes of awkward gawking other key guests joined us like our parents, siblings, and other facets of the wedding. 

         From there our night progressed on to dinner; fillet mignon, tossed greens and a corn salad. After the plates had been cleared my parents and friends toasted our health, relationship and wished us luck for our days to come. Afterwards we cut the cake and moseyed around chit chatting with our guests and thanking them for their presence. 

         The party didn’t wind down until twelve o’clock and after all of the people had left we retired to the bedroom upstairs, after surveying the wreckage we had incurred on the tables, dance floor and bar. 

         The next morning we left for Australia were we plan to spend a week in Sydney and the brush, enjoying the wildlife, the sea creatures and the nightlife.

         I am only mildly upset that it’s been two days since I’ve written because I enjoy the non-stop action, and the organized chaos (As Charles puts it).  It is nice to get a little me time on the plane so I can gear up for our week of adventure.

 

Ta ta for now,

Nora