To get from the reunion destination to wedding location we took a ridiculously cheap train ride, like 15 Euros, half way across the country. The train system in Germany is very perplexing to me. First of all, everybody assumes "German efficiency" means trains run exactly on time and have razor sharp precision. This is completely false, as out of the 9 trains I took during my 2 weeks the majority were late. This makes connecting trains a stressful endeavor! I'm impressed how well Germany has sold that lie to the world, because it is so pervasive and so false.
The second perplexing thing is the pricing system. If you book well in advance prices are quite affordable. Most trains that I took, whether the trip lasted one hour or five hours long, cost 19 Euros. This locked me into specific trains at exact ("exact") times, which was not ideal, but the alternative was to wait until the day and pay 3 to 5 times more than that. With $1 Aussie dollar buying a measly 65 Euro cents I was definitely budgetarily inclined whenever possible.
Only about half of the reunion guests were invited to the wedding, so our motley hungover crew set sail on our 3 hour journey hoping for some respite for our livers. As if that stood a chance of happening.
|Without saying a word this picture should be viewed in a British accent |
and include the word 'dahling'
Why yes, those are fully functioning zippered jeans.
|I just wanted to showcase my fabulous romper here.|
Looks awesome but is a bitch to go pee.
|Bride to the left, MC Balls to the right|
The ceremony was all in German except for a part to say "Sorry, folks, this will all be in German", so not much to report there.
By various modes of transport we got from the church to the *daytime* reception venue.
Which just happened to be the family home - nay, estate - of the bride, Caecilie.
It was very lovely and fancy and very hot! Seriously, I don't remember being this hot, ever. And I live in Australia! It could just be that I've forgotten what summer in Australia feels like, but at least we have air conditioning in Australia. Nowhere in Germany does, which amplifies the heat. OMG I thought I was going to die!
It was a lovely backyard garden party featuring the same catering staff as the night before. These people are fancy enough to have waitstaff on speed dial! Let me tell you what, this differs from the cold cut platter weddings of my homeland. Verrrry different world. I almost missed being in this picture because I was away at the dessert house. A house! For just desserts.
This was the first wedding event not held on family real estate! It was at a really nifty venue that was formerly a horse stable.
I don't know if this is a German thing or a rich people thing or what, but I was impressed. A few months before the wedding the bride's sister emailed us and asked us to make a contribution to the "wedding magazine" they were hiring a graphic designer to make. The topic, we were told, was "Travel & Food" (as we would hear time and time again during the all-in-Germany speeches, reisen und speisen) but could be about anything really. The final result blew all my expectations out of the water:
|All Das Germans dress identical|
After the speeches and dinner one of my favorite wedding activities commenced:
If Martin and I ever get married someone ensure that this photo is prominently displayed at the wedding:
Most of all at weddings, more than photo booths or magazines, I love tasty drunk food. Tasty, classy, drunk food!
Nothing but the best for us!
This was the fifteenth consecutive night of drinking for me. More than two solid weeks! I'm pretty sure that's never happened before and god help me it won't ever happen again. After 2 nights of wedding festivities, 4 nights of reunion, 2 nights with Stefan & Sascha, 1 night of other wedding festivities and 6 nights of family time my liver was crying uncle. No more booze! Time to dry out!
Which was a.o.k. by me because I had some serious traveling to undertake.
Off to Deutsche Bahn for more delayed trains and on to more fabulous destinations!