We were scheduled to be wed by the city council at 12.00 pm, so right after the “buying out the bride” customs, we had a few drinks and dozens of toasts at my grandmothers house. The limo has arrived, and was waiting by the front door. We had two other cars, decorated and on call for everybody who did not have a ride. As we came outside, we were showered with flowers,rice, coins and the like. There were over 40 neighbours outside, and dozens of kids watching in awe as the limo and the bikers sped away. It was a fifteen minute ride to the city council, located near the city center. Typically, only the friends of the bride and groom are present during the ceremony. So there were about 15 of us headed for the city council that morning. With numerous bottles of shampagne, and heaps of flowers we arrived to be wed. My mother in law surprised us at the entrace, and told us to wait outside whilst she got everyone organized. There we were, amongst a few bikes, prety girls in evening dresses and the working class at the bus stop. Heads were turned, little kids “awwweeed” as they passed us by. It was magical. As we entered the city council the wedding march played, and we held hands as we walked towards the registration. Everyone held their breath as we said our I Do’s and exchanged rings. As we signed our marriage certificates:

I was so nerveous that I couldn’t get my husbands ring even half way on his finger! It would not bulge! So we just left it there hoping we won’t loose it before the church wedding! We were pronounced husband and wife, before two witnesses, My Cynthia and Yura, the best man, Alex’s mother and 10 of our closest friends. Champagne bottles popped, and hugs were exchanged. I got teary eyed as I hugged my girls…I knew it would never be the same again. On our way out, still following tradtions, we smashed our champaigne glasses on the floor simultaneously making a wish…and I can tell you…so far it has been coming true.