Last year we had a silver wedding. We are making it golden now.
And because I believe in marriage and I love talking, now I want to explain briefly how it all happened.
First, Bobby pressed me to something like a trash bin and gave me a small silver ring. He did not even ask me to marry him, it went without saying. Actually, we got married in haste on the 7th March 1990 because we wanted to use the same public bath cabin on our mountain treks. In the socialist times they could let you share a hotel room and a public bath if you had this special stamp of “married” in your passport. Of course, our relatives were neither very surprised nor thrilled to hear it. They just said ”You know better!”. So we got officially married on a Wednesday in the local council when a pompous lady explained pathetically to us that we are “the smallest cell of the socialist society”. I was wearing a suit similar to that of a train ticket collector. My wedding dress was one of the two available in the Central town store.
And because I believe in marriage and I love talking, now I want to explain briefly how it all happened.
First, Bobby pressed me to something like a trash bin and gave me a small silver ring. He did not even ask me to marry him, it went without saying. Actually, we got married in haste on the 7th March 1990 because we wanted to use the same public bath cabin on our mountain treks. In the socialist times they could let you share a hotel room and a public bath if you had this special stamp of “married” in your passport. Of course, our relatives were neither very surprised nor thrilled to hear it. They just said ”You know better!”. So we got officially married on a Wednesday in the local council when a pompous lady explained pathetically to us that we are “the smallest cell of the socialist society”. I was wearing a suit similar to that of a train ticket collector. My wedding dress was one of the two available in the Central town store.
Our church wedding ceremony was held in May in the
most beautiful monastery in Bulgaria – Sokolski. In a court-yard, flourishing in roses and the most tender-blue church, sheltered by
centuries-old pine trees. The idea to get married there was for three reasons:
the relatives not to argue whether it would be Sofia or Varna, Gabrovo is the
geographical centre of Bulgaria; Bobby’s Gabrovo-based grandma to be satisfied;
we loved this place. It turned out that in order to have steaks on the wedding,
we should have asked for a special permission from the municipality.Luckily,
Bobby’s aunt had connections there and she managed to issue it on time.
We had no car that could take the bride from the hotel
to the monastery uphill so we spent a day negotiating with the local taxi
drivers. In the end, one of them agreed for a price not to turn up the
other day. The bride got on a ramshackle Moskvich and the guests – on a bus of
the Humour museum – all painted in cartoons.
The night before the wedding we got lost in the forest
because had been to a local village pub to warm up. They saved us and we came
back to hotel fairly drunk at about 2 am. It rained for three days at the
wedding. This was because I liked scratching the pie from the tray, my grandma
said. Bobby did not lift me in front of the altar because the Code of Labour
said that weight larger than 50 kilos must be lifted with a helper. The priest
was stone drunk during the ceremony and mistook Bobby’s name for Borislav. An
old lady was trying to sing, shrieking horrifyingly.
Then the party started! I don’t remember anything
except the fact that we were incredibly happy! We were all babies and were
having the time of our lives!
My aunt saw UFOs the same night.
So in a nutshell, if something was right on this
wedding, it was us. So, people. Get married! Celebrate!
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