I spent the day at the SA Wedding Show at the CTICC yesterday. Don’t panic!!! You didn’t miss the “we are engaged” post to Facebook. I attended the show escorted by my engineer-turned-photographer boyfriend in order to collect intelligence on the other wedding photographers.
It felt a bit like an episode of Whose Line is it Anyway? with the two of us improvising our fake engagement as we went along.
“Have you guys set a date yet,” the friendly photographer asked a seemingly straightforward question (which we obviously didn’t bother to prepare).
After a long pause (accompanied by loving stares into each other eyes) Adam blurted out, “7 November this year”.
“Hmmm that’s a Thursday…”
“Yup that’s correct.”
Needless to say our improvisation skills didn’t exactly improve as the day went on. I became aware of the exhibitors trying to steal a glimpse of my ring (non-existent – because we are having it resized, of course) and they seemed strangely suspicious when we kept our story of our engagement painfully short (“she said yes”).
I have never been the kind of girl who dreamt of a fairytale wedding. I love going to weddings. And getting drunk. But mainly I love seeing my friends that happy. Being an idealist for a day and pretending that 50 years from now we will all still be friends, sitting around our over-priced wedding coffee table books, while our grandchildren laugh at us for not having wedding holograms.
Surely that’s what weddings are about. Not about photographers who promise to tell the story of the day – in 6 hours and 200 photos most of which are of the bride posing awkwardly as she and her groom stare into the sunset. And it’s definitely not about seeing how much you can spend on a dress you will never wear again. Or about how much make up and hair you can afford to transform from a beautiful, normal girl to one of those iced Barbie cakes. It is about making a promise – a promise so absurd and so wonderful.
I never really imagined I would be the kind of girl who would fall in love. And yet I am and I did. As much as the SA Wedding Show reinforced my conviction that I want to elope on some tropical island, wearing a white beach dress and no shoes, with an ocean breeze blowing through my hair and the salty residue of the ocean as make up, it also reinforced my conviction that Adam is the boy I swear I will never leave.
Staring into his eyes at the SA Wedding Show waiting for him to conjure up some crazy answer to the exhibitors questions and knowing that, whatever he says, I will go along with it, I just realised that there isn’t anyone in the world I would rather fake an engagement with. He makes me laugh so much and holds me tightly when I cry. He sees the good in me and makes me want to be a better person. He loves the things I hate about myself – like my outstanding cheeks. He makes me believe in the absurd and wonderful.
And that’s what it is all about. It’s not about the ring or the elaborate wedding day. It’s about finding someone you cannot live without and then swearing you will never leave.