We got dressed at Jo's house. Everyone looked
so great. Connie (Family Friend) was there to help with my hair and stuff.
We went to Chatelherault. We met Jean Lavelle
(registrar) there. Mom gave me Grandma's hankie and Jean almost broke down.
She said, " Oh, I'm going to need one of those!" Her assistant's name was
Craig only she pronounced it "Creeq". He was nice, and very helpful. They
were all very helpful. We didn't have to worry about a thing!
I was hoping they would give us a copy of the
ceremony since I was so nervous I don't remember what I said (or agreed
to!)
I kept my composure pretty well until after the
vows when Jean called Rachel up to read (to see our readings click readings)
by saying, "I'm going to give Greg and Amy some time to compose themselves
and ask Rachel to come up for the next reading". Rachel walked up to the
front and said, "I didn't have time to compose MYself!" as she was wiping
her eyes. It was cute. Everyone laughed and it was then, I realized that
people were emotional and I lost it. I had to stare into my flowers and
blink a lot.
Readings
As soon as the ceremony was over we went downstairs
to the Duchess's Room and had champagne. Pat, who was the Lanarkshire Official
gave a toast. He was thanking us for being so generous with our time and
letting them take pictures and do the story, etc…
The Daily Record (Scotland's "National" Newspaper) and the Hamilton Press
people were there taking lots of pictures. We did recive some great ones!
The Hamilton people interviewed us. The reporter's
name was Grace. She was nice. You can see the story by going to: Love
on the Line
After pictures and interviews, we went to The
Hoolet Row Inn for the reception. It was nice. We just ate little sandwiches
and cake. There was a playground outside with a little house and everyone
wanted to take pictures of us next to it.
Later...
We took the train into Glasgow to check into our
hotel (The Victorian Inn) around 5pm. It was pouring rain and had to walk
from the train station in this torrential downpour. We finally understood
Scotland weather. Soaked to the bone! It was a very nice hotel. Rachel
and Jody stayed the night too (in another room thank you!)
We got up to our room and the Parents had decorated
it. Their were rose petals all over the bed, ribbons all over the bed,
a bottle of wine, some funny wedding books, a card from Jackie's Mom, and
some snacks. It was really cute.
On to the Riverside Club for traditional Scottish dancing. (£7.00 cover) It's
called a ceilidh and is pronounced "kAY-lay". It was really fun. Wow those
are some energetic people! There was one older man that spun you like crazy!
Jody even danced. Not that she had much of a choice, they just sort of
grab you and you are forced to dance. It was a lot of fun. After the break
(as we were getting ready to go) the band announced newlyweds in the crowd
(that's us) and they made us go out and do a waltz, then after a little
while the rest of the dancers joined us. Everyone got so sweaty and hot
that hardly anyone was drinking alcohol, but they charge you (25p) for
water.
The folks came too. They danced; well, Connie
danced. The instructor/drummer picked her quite a bit. I think it was obvious
that she knew how to dance and could pick up the steps pretty easily. For
the most part though, they really didn't care if you knew how, they wanted
everyone dancing no matter what!
It was a great time. I wouldn't have
changed a thing!