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Entry tags:
- 2006,
- celebration,
- food,
- xmas
Cane Candy
Saturday saw the arrival of Granny Jo and J-J and the departure of three generations of Camuses to a wedding in Vauxhall.
The bride was my cousin-in-law Ellie (take two) and it involved a lovely, old church (St Peters), a large red wedding dress (I'd have hated to stand through my own wedding service at seven months pregnant) and a collection of little bridesmaids and page boys (of which half were children of the bride). The little people coped remarkably well with the service - it was over an hour and they were all primary school age (Jess, the little manga girl, was the youngest - approaching her fifth birthday).
Once the service was over, photographs were taken in the church (no confetti please!), mostly around the high altar. I personally felt that I was committing sacrilege by standing there, but it certainly made excellent pictures.
The reception was held in the Quality Hotel at Victoria involving what was billed as champagne on arrival (I'm no authority on champagne, but various other people opined that it was more likely to be sparkling wine) which was very nice (and orange juice for those not drinking). However, by this stage, it was five pm and the duo had missed their afternoon snack - so the half-hour waiting for the rest of the guests was punctuated with "Is it dinner time yet?" and "I'm hun-gry."
Dinner (finally) arrived in the form of a buffet dinner. We started with melon and samosas and finished with tiramisu cake and fruit salad. There was, unusually, vegan options (sister of the bride was vegan) and plenty of white and red wine to go with (both good). Finally the speeches, more champagne and the toasts. Oh, and home-made wedding cake.
A disco was scheduled for the end of the evening, but it was late and the duo were already heading for three hours past their bedtime. So we said our goodbyes and caught the train back home (which, like the journey in, was an hour long due to engineering works at Barnes). But I was happy - I'd filched four helium balloons in pink and gold.
The bride was my cousin-in-law Ellie (take two) and it involved a lovely, old church (St Peters), a large red wedding dress (I'd have hated to stand through my own wedding service at seven months pregnant) and a collection of little bridesmaids and page boys (of which half were children of the bride). The little people coped remarkably well with the service - it was over an hour and they were all primary school age (Jess, the little manga girl, was the youngest - approaching her fifth birthday).
Once the service was over, photographs were taken in the church (no confetti please!), mostly around the high altar. I personally felt that I was committing sacrilege by standing there, but it certainly made excellent pictures.
The reception was held in the Quality Hotel at Victoria involving what was billed as champagne on arrival (I'm no authority on champagne, but various other people opined that it was more likely to be sparkling wine) which was very nice (and orange juice for those not drinking). However, by this stage, it was five pm and the duo had missed their afternoon snack - so the half-hour waiting for the rest of the guests was punctuated with "Is it dinner time yet?" and "I'm hun-gry."
Dinner (finally) arrived in the form of a buffet dinner. We started with melon and samosas and finished with tiramisu cake and fruit salad. There was, unusually, vegan options (sister of the bride was vegan) and plenty of white and red wine to go with (both good). Finally the speeches, more champagne and the toasts. Oh, and home-made wedding cake.
A disco was scheduled for the end of the evening, but it was late and the duo were already heading for three hours past their bedtime. So we said our goodbyes and caught the train back home (which, like the journey in, was an hour long due to engineering works at Barnes). But I was happy - I'd filched four helium balloons in pink and gold.