Date fiasco.
Hassle, I can feel you now, literally, from head to toe.
When we thought of getting married, we thought of having a civil wedding, the literal we’ll-go-in-shirts-and-jeans-then-get-married type of wedding, and it was supposed to be on Feb 2, just in time for our third year of being together.
When reality finally kicked in, we thought of making it a real wedding ceremony and decided to have it on April since there are possibilities of having both Mama and Papa come home by then.
So April.
We thought of April 27, Mama’s birthday, but it falls on a tuesday and that would make it a bit hard for our guests to come on a weekday. So we went for the nearest available weekend.
April 24. All was fine until we found the resort/reception venue. It’s booked for the 24th.
How about the next weekend, then? May 1? Holiday? Who wants to get married in Labor Day, honestly, not me.
May 2 - Sunday. I still don’t know if we can get married on a Sunday, given that mass activities are on a Sunday. (We’ll see)
May 8 - Again, booked.
May 15 - Quite possible, I say, but really, May 15?
May 22 - Yaba said no-no, 22 looked like “nakaluhod” daw. (Oh-kay).
So…that leaves us to…
Either May 2 or 15.
Waa. Hirap pala magpakasal. Hahaha.
