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I’ve been to the National Wedding Show in Earls Court today. It’s been a great day out with the girls (beacuse of course they boys are not the slightest interested in going to things like that) although I must admit that after 5 hours of wandering around the place, I was knackered.
I won’t say it was a waste of time, because it wasn’t. It’s a different subject, though, the fact that they weren’t selling any of the things I was interested in: shoes, flowers or mobile hairdressers. There were tons and tones of stalls for dresses, honeymoons, cakes, photographers, singers and DJs, stag and hen nights, make up and nails, jewellery and all those things that a) I already have or b) I don’t care much about.
I was really surprised about the Lack-of-Shoes situation. I saw about three different stalls that sold shoes but they only had super-mega-heels ones and only a small showcase of them. They all insist that you visit their website and buy online, but there’s not a chance in hell that I’ll buy shoes without trying them on. Wouldn’t someone about to spend a grand or more on a dress want to also have a look at matching shoes? Apparently not. So it looks like I am going to have to have another girlie day out in search of shoes…
However, I managed to get lots of ideas, for instance, for the groom and other male family members’ suit hire. It was something that I had never thought about. I always assumed that the groom and best man would be in charge of that, but we already know how men are… you have to push them a bit in the right direction 
Got many other ideas for stationery, favours and table decoration…
Something I must say about the event is the appaling organisation. Points I would try to improve if I worked for the organisation:
- More chairs and spaces to rest
- More toilets
- Bigger/wider aisles among the stalls
- More staff to clean up the mess in the eating areas
Earls Court is a huge place but it looks like they tend to forget to look after the customers. At the end of the day we had to pay for the tickets to get in!
I don’t think I’ll be attending any more of these wedding events. I already have the important things: venue, dress, photographer and a groom The rest I can figure out with the little help of my friends.
Next month I will have been in the UK for three years. It doesn’t seem like a long time, but it has almost been a lifetime for me. Things that I would have never imagined have happened to me in this time, and who knows what other things are awaiting for me in the near future.
I haven’t been able to get my old myspace blogs in here yet, althought it’s something that will eventually be done. I’d like all my old thoughts to be put together in just one place. I never thought I’d keep a regular blog (or a diary, basically), I just think I’m too lazy and sometimes I just don’t know how to put into words all these thoughts in my head. So now that I have more than three years of old thoughts in writing, I want to keep them.
I’ve been having a quick look at the old posts in my myspace blog. This paragraph deserves some recognition:
“Dejo atrás muchas cosas y no echaré de menos nada. Me siento mal por este hecho, pero es así. My friends gave up on me long ago, and so did my family. Weather and food are stupid things to miss, so I will find myself with me, myself, and I to reach all my expectations. I just count on ME to fulfill my dreams”
I was writing about coming to live in England, all my fears, my worries, all my expectations. I was so damn worried. It was what I had ever wanted, but it still required a huge faith leap to get all my thoughts clear in my head. I was very sure of what I wanted. I just didn’t know how to get there. The “journey” in the end wasn’t that bad. Okay, fair enough, the first month I was in shambles, then the following months weren’t as good as I thought they’d be, and then, about 6 months after arriving my life gave a 360 degree change… But that’s material for another post.
It’s Thursday night. It’s about 10 to 10 pm. Any other day I would be sitting on my sofa watching Heroes or Louis Theroux but tonight there’s a different situation in my living room: my fiance and my boss are discussing work stuff.
If I explain the situation then it’s not so weird: My boss just came back from Dublin and, because he is taking the next three days off due to his birthday, he decided to pop round to have a little work meeting and explain all the things he discovered in his Dublin trip.
Not that interesting, isn’t it? But I am sitting here, in front of the computer, listening to them talk work things and I can’t help but giggle inside. A very weird situation and I’m feeling silly.
As silly as this post!
