Like most photographers when I go to a wedding it’s normally to take the official pictures. This time I was going to be a guest at my cousins wedding, the first time in about 40 years! The last time I was a wedding guest I was about four. There was one other time on New Year’s Day when I was to be a guest but I received a phone call about two hours before the wedding saying that the photographer was unwell. Um, New Year’s Day – unwell… I smell a rat.
Anyway, three weeks before the wedding I went and purchased a suit. I rarely, if ever, wear suits, I wasn’t even sure where to find my old suit, so a treat was in order. At least it will be worn twice this year as I have two weddings to go to! My wife was organised and knew what she was wearing for a change.
The wedding ceremony and reception were taking place in a marquee in my uncle’s garden about 90 min drive from where we live. The ceremony was due to start at 3 PM. My wife had planned everything like a military operation, we were due to be at our hotel to check in and change for 1:30 PM. leaving the hotel at approximately 2:15 PM and arriving for about 2:30 PM. However on the way we decided to grab a quick bite to eat as we weren’t sure what time we would be eating again.
So at about 1:15 PM we found a place to have a quick bite and be on our way.
Happily munching away I suddenly realised we may have an issue, turning to Julie (my wife) I muttered those immortal words ‘we have a problem’, She instantly knew what I meant, neither of us had to say it. We had calmly walked out of the house an hour and half ago without our clothes for the wedding!
Realising that we were separated from our clothes by over 70 miles we knew we couldn’t go back as the return journey would take three hours and the ceremony which was due to take place in only 90 min. We quickly ruled out going in what we were dressed in, scruffy jeans in my case. Could we hire, I may have got a suit in that time but we decided there was no way Julie was getting a dress. We were quickly running out of options!
Then Julie, ever practical, simply said let’s go buy new clothes, great idea – but where do we get them? By now we were out of my area of expertise, luckily this is an area were Julie excels! She took control of my iPhone, found the most likely place where we were we would both get what we needed which was a large department store. Only problems was it was across the other side of the city.
Luckily it’s a city I know well after having done a lot of photography for the Northern Ireland Tourist Board. We managed to negotiate traffic lights, bridges, roundabouts and found the department store in pretty short order. Once inside Julie barked some orders at me about the size of jacket, trousers, and shirt that I required and off I went.
Once I found where they keep the men’s suits I managed to gather all I needed in about 10 min, queued and paid for my items. Then I set about looking for Julie, this I feared would be our downfall. I refuse to go clothes shopping with Julie as buying a T-shirt can take forever, in fact wars have been won in less time, never mind choosing a dress for a wedding.
What I hadn’t factored in was Julie’s powers of delegation. Somehow she had managed to enlist an army of helpers. She had people from the store running getting her shoes, members of the public getting jackets and dresses and everyone was having a great time. So, by the time I found her she was paying for everything and thanking everyone, we were in and out in about 15 min.
We still managed to arrive at the wedding in plenty of time and stress free, though we did have a rye smile on our faces. A great day was had by all and we eventually climbed into bed exhausted at 3:00 AM.
Congratulations to Gayle and John