Just recovered from the weekend which saw a marathon event of a wedding take place. My friend RJ's wedding which involved a double ceremony and dash across London on one of the hottest days of the year so far. The schedule was tight, my suit felt tighter and I left the wedding card at home.
Not a great start to the day as I reached Baker St and discovered both the Metropolitan and Jubilee lines out of service. Luckily the Bakerloo line took me close enough to Wembley Park to be picked up by a friend en route to the church. I think including this one, the last four weddings I've been to have involved Catholic services and I found the congregational responses strangely automatic given the twelve years which have lapsed since I attended Catholic school and compulsory mass - I suppose it lodges in your brain somewhere whether you like it or not.
Following the church service, it was a race into the centre of town to the reception venue and the Vedic wedding ceremony for this was an Indian wedding. My first experience of such a ceremony, I found it fascinating to watch the various rituals being performed within the ornate wooden four-poster stage symbolising a temple (bride and groom having changed into traditional clothing from their previous western dress and looking just as great) - all explained in english between his sanskrit chanting by the very humorous and engaging Vedic ceremonial advisor.
Quite a spectacle and apart from the excellent food, music and venue, it was a very enjoyable wedding for its uniqueness and one which I'll remember for a long time to come. Also, I can't remember the last time I had seven different kinds of curry on a single plate - fantastic!
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