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Sep. 15th, 2002 09:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vyvyanxI feel very ill today. Not a hangover actually, in spite of O and K's reception last night, but my cold which is really taking hold.
Yesterday my parents turned up as planned, with the mirror from my old bedroom. Now I can actually put my eyeliner on properly. My parents had also brought some crockery and chocolates from my aunt Christine, who visited them recently. My aunt seems really enthusiastic about our engagement - she's the only person on my side of the family who is! Maybe we can see her when we go to London to visit G's aunt in a bit. She does have approximately five enormous rescue dogs in her flat at any given time, though, all from troubled backgrounds, so I'm more than a little apprehensive!
My parents also brought some Asti which we drank, and they inspected the flat thoroughly (which I'd been cleaning and tidying for some while before they arrived) and seemed to like it. We then went out for a meal at the Kohinoor, which was pleasant. Afterwards, my dad said privately to me that he'd give us a remarkable sum of money for the wedding (far more than we were planning on spending!) which was somewhat disturbing. Then they had to go as their parking ticket was about to expire. Generally the encounter went well - there were no rows or harsh words, and G felt he got on well with them - however, this was pretty much what happened the last time we saw them, in March, just before we got engaged (and it then turned out that they were deeply unhappy with the situation). I don't know. At least they are behaving reasonably towards us now; I just feel they aren't even slightly happy about me marrying G. My mother seemed odd and reserved (alternating with manic) all through the meeting; she scarcely
spoke to me personally (whereas before, we would always get together and have intimate conversations). My father acted jovial, and then made me this large offer of money, when frankly I'd rather have had some heartfelt enthusiasm or interest in our getting married. They never mentioned the rings we'd got, what plans we'd made for the ceremony, what we were going to wear, where we were going for our honeymoon. I asked about whether they thought my other relatives would be able to come, and it turns out that most of them are now too ill or poor to travel or have broken up with each other or have stopped talking to each other. Only my aunt Christine seems at all likely to come (while her agoraphobic partner Pete will stay at home and look after the dogs). Anyway, I felt very miserable for a while after my parents left, but eventually G helped me perk up a bit.
In the evening we went to O and K's reception at the Boat Race. It was definitely unlike any other receptions I've been to. As we came in the door, we were greeted by the sight and sound of Fire and Forget in full flow, with the newlyweds performing as singer and guitarist. Very cool. Fire and Forget is now four-fifths married couples, which is quite amusing. "Just like Abba", RRW said. Chatted much to many people, drank much. Saw MR (who used to be engaged to K) and his new partner Rowan, who seemed pleasant, if rather left out due to not really knowing anyone else. All good fun; came back drunk and watched the end of Licence to Kill.
Urgh. I hate my nose again.
Yesterday my parents turned up as planned, with the mirror from my old bedroom. Now I can actually put my eyeliner on properly. My parents had also brought some crockery and chocolates from my aunt Christine, who visited them recently. My aunt seems really enthusiastic about our engagement - she's the only person on my side of the family who is! Maybe we can see her when we go to London to visit G's aunt in a bit. She does have approximately five enormous rescue dogs in her flat at any given time, though, all from troubled backgrounds, so I'm more than a little apprehensive!
My parents also brought some Asti which we drank, and they inspected the flat thoroughly (which I'd been cleaning and tidying for some while before they arrived) and seemed to like it. We then went out for a meal at the Kohinoor, which was pleasant. Afterwards, my dad said privately to me that he'd give us a remarkable sum of money for the wedding (far more than we were planning on spending!) which was somewhat disturbing. Then they had to go as their parking ticket was about to expire. Generally the encounter went well - there were no rows or harsh words, and G felt he got on well with them - however, this was pretty much what happened the last time we saw them, in March, just before we got engaged (and it then turned out that they were deeply unhappy with the situation). I don't know. At least they are behaving reasonably towards us now; I just feel they aren't even slightly happy about me marrying G. My mother seemed odd and reserved (alternating with manic) all through the meeting; she scarcely
spoke to me personally (whereas before, we would always get together and have intimate conversations). My father acted jovial, and then made me this large offer of money, when frankly I'd rather have had some heartfelt enthusiasm or interest in our getting married. They never mentioned the rings we'd got, what plans we'd made for the ceremony, what we were going to wear, where we were going for our honeymoon. I asked about whether they thought my other relatives would be able to come, and it turns out that most of them are now too ill or poor to travel or have broken up with each other or have stopped talking to each other. Only my aunt Christine seems at all likely to come (while her agoraphobic partner Pete will stay at home and look after the dogs). Anyway, I felt very miserable for a while after my parents left, but eventually G helped me perk up a bit.
In the evening we went to O and K's reception at the Boat Race. It was definitely unlike any other receptions I've been to. As we came in the door, we were greeted by the sight and sound of Fire and Forget in full flow, with the newlyweds performing as singer and guitarist. Very cool. Fire and Forget is now four-fifths married couples, which is quite amusing. "Just like Abba", RRW said. Chatted much to many people, drank much. Saw MR (who used to be engaged to K) and his new partner Rowan, who seemed pleasant, if rather left out due to not really knowing anyone else. All good fun; came back drunk and watched the end of Licence to Kill.
Urgh. I hate my nose again.
