The stripper who slept over…
July 16, 2009
Alex, Biker-people, compromise 4 Comments
How we got carried away…
July 13, 2009
compromise, My Cynthia, Parents, tradition, wedding 3 Comments
Finding the perfect place
June 28, 2009
compromise, Parents, Sheraton Hotel, wedding 2 Comments
About a month away from “the day” we have finally stopped fantasizing about finding a decent restaurant, where the cuisine,decor and AC availability would all blend into a magical location. Since Septembers were quite warm in Tashkent, we began considering having an outside wedding. As soon as that occured to us we realized we could have it all, the pool, the floating candles and the barefoot dancing. Two places were available which comprised a perfect blend of everything I wanted, and everything we could afford. The Dedeman Hotel and the Sheraton Hotel. Both places were located in the city center, and were reputable locations for weddings and other celebrations. We visited both, studied the menues, questioned the waiters, asked for photographs of previous weddings done there. At the end we decided to opt for Sheraton, it had a slightly better location than Dedeman, so that all the guest would be seated under a covered tent and not far from each other. Whereas Dedeman had a very spacious garden area that was not covered in case of rain. I went to check out Sheraton, at lunchtime, and called Alex straightaway gasping “I found it, its perfect”. He must have gotten very tired of all the wedding chaos by then, because he didnt even ask how much it cost, he said “if you love it, lets take it”. I wish he said that a month sooner when all the other places that “i loved” were found, that would have saved a lot of trouble. A few hours later both our moms (and a bag of cash) were on their way to Sheraton, to book it for the 19th of September. I could not believe we had finally found a place! That was definetly the hardest part of all, because precisely on the place depended the decor, and the music, and the whole these itself! And there we had it, a spaciou, open air, tented place that we could mold into perfection-exactly as we wanted it.
Church weddings-survival guide
May 7, 2009
church, compromise, tradition, wedding 5 Comments
It was important for us to have a church wedding. And my us I mean my family and me. My husband on the other hand was rather cold to the idea. However we decided to go through with it and to establish ourselves as husband and wife before god. The ceremony needed to be booked in advance at our local church and costs (!) 45 dollars. Much to our amazement two wedding were allowed to go on at the same time. The prerequisite to the ceremony is that you have to be already married by the city council in order for the church to marry you. There is also a long list of must have’s consisting of: candles, icons, towels, hankerchiefs and a special cloak you stand on as husband and wife. The icons you hold as the priest blesses your marriages must remain hangin in your bedroom through out yourlife, reminding you of the promises you have made before god.
A wedding in the mountains?
April 28, 2009
compromise, moutains, skiing 2 Comments
How we overcame my husbands decision to have a “mountain wedding”
My husband posseses and almost abnormal love for the mountains in Uzbekistan(will post pix!). He recently learned to ski, has been camping since he was a toddler and in the future plans to get the hang on rock climbing (yey for me!) It was only natural that the only idea he would find credible and logical was to have a wild, spontaneous wedding-in the mountains. And although I do not fail to see the romantic side in having barbecues, open air dances and a bride covered in mosquito bites; i was heavily against the idea. It took a couple of weeks to persuade a biker husband that perhaps getting 20 bikes to travel (1.5 hours!) to the mountains right after the church ceremony-is somewhat irrational. His idea composed a bus full of our relatives (his grandmother is 83 and my grandmother has dangerously high blood pressure) getting to Chimgan mountains, setting up a heavily meaty table (barbeques;steaks and what-nots), partying till the damn and then either spending the nights at a questionable hotel or in a tent. Great idea huh? Weeks and numerous pro-and-cons lists later we established that perhaps this wasnt the best idea, and instead we could go to the mountains a few days after our tradional/white/classical/buffet/orhestra/city hall wedding and really and truly enjoy it 🙂 (which we did do!)