It’s a nice coincidence that I can start my blog with a wedding.
Yesterday my cousin got married, so we travelled to Aberdeen for a day and night. It was the first wedding I’ve been to, and I was equal parts excited and nervous. Excited about the actual wedding and very nervous about the reception, which was going to be full of loud noise and people to talk to. I’ve still got anxieties about how I’ll cope after my life before Johansen IAS therapy, when I could only hear Gibberish in this kind of environment.
The service was short and sweet, in a little church across from the hotel filled with my family. The bride was beautiful in a white dress and my cousin looked great in a kilt. They signed the marriage documents while their friend played on the piano “Nothing Else Matters” by Metallica, or Metta-leeka, as the slightly bemused reverend pronounced it.
I smiled so much I thought my face might split open. Everyone was happy and there’s no one I’d rather have as a new cousin.
The after-party was pretty great too. It was in a huge tent. Well not really a tent. Saying that it was a tent is like calling a Ferrari a skateboard because they both have four wheels. This Tent had tables, a dance floor, plush portable toilets and chandeliers. There was also heating, something those who wore kilts were grateful for. Late October in Aberdeen is a bit nippy about the Trossachs.
I probably would have appreciated the delicious meal more if I hadn’t been so amazed by how clearly I could hear. My family (and new family) are a friendly, chatty bunch and wine wasn’t just flowing, it seemed to disappear of its own accord. The Tent was noisy!
By listening hard and lip reading a little, I hardly missed a word. I talked as much as anybody, almost forgetting about the food on my fork. I was thrilled when a new relative across the table started talking to me and I could tell exactly what she said. My mum saw us and helpfully bustled over, asking me if I wanted to swap seats with my sister so I could hear her better. I was so happy and proud to give her thumbs up and shout (over the noise), “It’s Okay, mum! I can lip read!” l felt on an equal footing with everyone there, being able to hear without any help.
The microphone was faulty, so the speakers gave up and just shouted. My cousin had three best men, a solution suggested by the bride when he couldn’t choose between his best friends. I’m glad he picked all three. They were entertaining.
A band arrived and set up, wedged into the corner of the dance floor, and the new couple had the first dance. They played some Ceilidh tunes and a whole range of covers, filling the Tent with colour. I joined in on the dance floor, jumping around beside my cousin in her green bridesmaid’s dress and second cousins I’d never met before. Despite volume levels that had the portable loos shaking, I could still hear what people said as we danced right next to the band.
My uncle joked that no good wedding is without a fight, but last night there were no such problems. Towards midnight we were all hugging, saying how great it was to see each other, then heading to the bar together.
Some people say very funny things when they’re drunk, but I won’t embarrass anyone. Besides, I enjoyed the free drinks quite a lot too.
I’m so lucky to have such a kind, funny, loving family.