Monday, 14 April 2008
Cape Town Wedding
“So you’re sure you’ve spoken to the priest?” Catherine asked Georgia for the hundredth time over the phone. At least I think that’s what she asked. All I could hear was my girlfriend Georgia dutifully repeating the information into the receiver; “Yes yes, I’ve spoken to the priest, going to meet him and his wife,the organist, tomorrow.”
Georgia, Catherine’s younger sister, lives in Cape Town. Catherine lives in London. Catherine had decided to have her wedding in Cape Town, which had swiftly catapulted Georgia into the unenviable position of wedding planner. All that stood between her and the perfect South African Wedding was Georgia’s complete and utter obedience.
And about 10 000 km. Planning a wedding can be a daunting task. The church, the flowers, the cake, the magic; all essentials in creating the perfect wedding. The one ingredient nobody really tells you about? The stress. Just being involved in planning the wedding is enough to make you want to elope to Las Vegas and get married by an Elvis-impersonating priest. Well, almost. Continued