Time for a wedding!

This weekend my friends got married! 

And so begins a whole host of new challenges. We had forewarned the lovely couple, and they had started making arrangements so I could still attend and hopefully be comfortable. We had called up the hotel and explained the situation and asked for an accessible room. We had planned and tried to think of every possibility to make the trip a whole lot easier. This did include buying a cushion that we could use at the wedding, for resting my cast on throughout, that matched my dress and shoes!! My fiance had a bag prepared with everything he could think of in, and he carried it and my pillow all day long without question.

The groomsmen spotted me getting out of the car and instantly got me set up in a chair at the entrance ready to be the first one in, in the space they'd reserved for me with space to stretch my leg out. This space was an aisle seat, and I did manage to not trip the bride up!! We were lucky to be on a table and sat next to someone that hadn't been able to make it to the wedding for the wedding breakfast which means I could put my leg up and tuck it under the table (so I didn't freak out my fellow diners) so it was elevated again and didn't swell too much. Everything went really well, and I got many well wishes (along with some comments about how I did it) from guests. Then we had to go check into our room ....

We started following the signs for the walk towards reception, following all the corridors round and going past people's rooms, I was struggling. Finally I had to stop and catch my breath, and we met some of the groom's family who informed us that the reception was another 5 times the distance and down some steps, no lift available. Luckily they volunteered to get me a chair from their rooms and sit me down whilst my fiance went to go check in. Unfortunately on his return, he informed me that the room they had swapped us to, was accessible to the reception, not the wedding, however we could get switched to a closer room but it would be twin beds not a double. After much consideration, and sulking, we decided it would be more sensible to be in the twin room and we got checked into our new room for a bit of a rest before the evening do. Turns out the twin beds were pushed together, so there was still space for a cwtch. 

 

In the evening we watched the first dance, listened to some bands, and watched as everyone else got drunk and had a dance. I was enjoying spending the evening with my fiance in our matching eccentric outfits, his beautiful smile cheering me up when he came back with food from the buffet for me. 

        

As the evening wore on, I was feeling a bit down about being unable to enjoy myself in the same way as everyone else, and worried about people knocking into my leg. I was getting tired and this ended up in a little cry in the bathroom. We decided to call it a night and said our well wishes to the bride and groom. My fiance took me and all our stuff back to the room, and this included some cupcakes for us to eat in bed!!! 

The next morning we drove round to reception to indulge in an all-you-can-eat breakfast, and left full of pastry and toast (and a couple of stolen tiny jam jars that I just had to have).