The Epic Nuptials

My dear people,

Epic is back. As you may know, the past few months have seen me very much stuck in blog limbo, that is to say that I wanted to blog, oh so very much I wanted to blog, but Monsieur and I were planning our wedding and for anyone who hasn’t done this, it is not to be recommended to bloggers unless your blogging specialty is wedded bliss.

Anyone who knows me will understand that it’s somewhat of a surprise that I climbed into a big, white dress and got passionate about invitation design. I simply wasn’t born that sort of girl. Jeans are my Alexander McQueen and the only shoes I get truly excited about are my Fit Flops. If you’ve ever seen that episode of Friends where Chandler proposes to Monica and she immediately pulls out a massive scrapbook filled with clippings and cuttings and samples for her Big Day, i.e. she’d been planning her wedding since well before a ring was popped onto her finger, that is not me. How was I ever going to pull off a wedding day when I had zero interest in floral arrangements? Truth be known, I did it for Monsieur, my very own Groomzilla, and in hindsight, it was a good call to follow his wishes. We had a blast.

On the day, however, I started off as The Bride on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown. It’s a wonder my make up went on straight, I was trembling that much. My friends did what good friends do in such situations and tried to relax me with champagne. Normally I’d neck the bubbly in a single gulp, but anything that passed my lips had a tough time going further. In quite the unprecedented of drinking events, I only managed half a flute. My chest tightened up, I ingested about half a bottle of Bach’s Rescue Remedy spray, much to the amusement of the photographer, and once in hand my bouquet shook as if it was having its own personal earthquake. But once by Monsieur’s side the shaking slowly subsided and the day proceeded at a calming pace. Well, mostly calming. The dancing to the Hawaii 5-0 soundtrack needed to be seen to be believed as quite a number of us flailed about pretending we were on surfboards. Bride on surfboard? Probably not a good look but oh yes, that was a You Tube moment if ever there was one. Unfortunately, no one caught it on film and if I have any regrets about the day, that would have to be it.

Happily, I can confirm that marriage is suiting Monsieur and me. We still get excited about using those terribly grown up words of ‘husband’ and ‘wife’ and all the hard work seemed to pay off because we did indeed enjoy a truly beautiful day. But never, ever again will I arrange a wedding. The stress of it is astronomical and every spare hour goes into the preparations. In the end it feels as if regular life is a strange and distant memory.

Matrimonial planning also affects sleep patterns, as I found out. I never knew that one person could have as many wedding nightmares as I did. They started as soon as we confirmed the date and venue, and only finished about 6 weeks. That makes seven months of nightmares. No fun.

Here are some examples of wedding nightmares: at different times I dreamed of forgetting to book the florist, being 4 hours late for my hair appointment or getting married in an amphitheatre which demanded I walk down ancient and crumbling stairs without tripping. In one such ‘mare I lost my bouquet. In another, long-dead relatives visited to wish me well and when I asked how it was possible that they were there sitting next to me, they replied “Ah well, the bus from Scotland had a few delays and it certainly was a long and difficult journey, but we’re here now.” So now we know: the dead live in Scotland. As you can see, some seriously random stuff was going on between my ears each night so I was always relieved to wake up and see Monsieur and know that there was still time to fix whatever had been bugging my subconscious. But then my dreams started to freak him out to the point where a typical early morning conversation went something like this:

ME: “Darling, I just had another dream about the wedding.”

HIM: “Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. You’re starting to freak me out.”

ME: “But I just wanted to say how happy I am this morning because I woke up.”

HIM: “Yes. That’s great. You woke up. So did I.” (looks at me with puzzled face)

ME: “No, you don’t get it. I’m relieved because my dream wasn’t real.”

HIM: “That’s right, darling. Dreams are NOT real. That’s why they’re called ‘dreams’.”

ME: “Seriously, listen! In my dream I married the wrong man by mistake and I couldn’t get out of it and you were so annoyed but I couldn’t see his face at the ceremony part and he kind of looked like you but then the registrar said…”

HIM: “Didn’t I just tell you NOT to tell me?” (Before I can say another word, Monsieur hurries to the bathroom where he can lock the door and find peace, however temporary.)

So it won’t come as any surprise to hear that Monsieur and I are extremely happy and a big part of our wedded bliss is down to no more nightmares and not having to take care of any more wedding preparations. There’s definitely a reason why you’re only supposed to wed once and it must have something to do with stress levels, which in our case were not helped by that belching Icelandic volcano and grounded planes or trying to decide the lesser of the various evils in the UK’s General Election 2 days before our wedding.

The good news is that looking back at our wedding day will always bring a kaleidoscope of wonderful memories. 95% of the day went to plan, the atmosphere of love and friendship all around us was overwhelming (in a good way), the cake was so perfect that it brought a tear to my eye and the tables all looked wonderful. Apparently yes, I do care more about floral arrangements and stationery motifs than previously, but I still maintain that this is the first and last wedding I’ll plan. Ever. Besides, on the day we were so busy with the photographer and guests that I didn’t try a single canapé and then didn’t realise that I hadn’t tried them until a full 48 hours later. As for nerves, I could barely eat at the wedding breakfast. Unusual behaviour for a foodie? You bet. It’s precisely what this particular Epicurienne considers a travesty not to be repeated and I’m sure that you, my food-loving friends, will concur. To spend months planning a wedding and not even have a single delicious little bite of canapé? Not. Blooming. Happening. Again.  

And so to Hawaii! Tune in soon for tales from the honeymoon where Monsieur and I benefit from the healing effects of sun, surf, sand and sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

11 Comments Add yours

  1. w1kkp says:

    Oh, Mrs. Epic!! Sooooooo happy for you both! I think it’s even sweeter cuz you had to postpone it? You’ve been missed in blogging land, but oh, what a good excuse you’ve had. Blessings to you.


  2. dils says:

    congratulations Mrs Epic!

    Hope you have a lovely honeymoon and I am glad all went well. (even the cakes) . It looked very, very nice.


  3. annmucc says:

    Ohh – Congrats 🙂 The day finally arrived for you!


  4. razzbuffnik says:


    Glad to hear everything went well and I hope you have great honeymoon.

    As for the nightmares, you know what “they” say, “the harder the battle, the sweeter the victory!”

    I just love the Hawaii 5-0 theme tune! It’s one of my favourite tunes (Rock Lobster by the B52s is another) to get crazy on the dance floor with. Once again you prove what great innate taste you have.


    1. epicurienne says:

      Thanks Razz. I know, no pain, no gain. Which is proportional. We have enjoyed plenty of both! We’ve been back from honeymoon for a good 10 days now but still feeling beautifully chilled out. Long may that last. Ah, that Hawaiian breeze. I can still feel it. It made me realise how much I miss the Pacific.


  5. Tammy says:

    Oh wow! Big congratulations to you both!
    I wondered if the big day was approaching. Lovely cake. Enjoy your honeymoon!


    1. epicurienne says:

      Hi Tammy! How are you? Thanks so much for your kind words and comment on the cake. It would seem from the feedback I’m getting that quite a few people enjoyed that terrible wedding cake post. I mean to say, an aquarium in MY wedding cake? It was never going to happen… We’re back in reality now. Another couple of weeks would have been great, but actually we felt like we’d been away from home for ages, so it was really just the right time to return. I must pop over shortly and see what you’ve been up to. Thanks again!


  6. planetross says:

    Congratulations! I figured you’d either got married or got stuck in that Tequila Face for too long. hee hee!

    I may have to try marriage one day … if I get short on blogging material … or if I mean it … or something like that.


    1. epicurienne says:

      PR – all I can say is that if I were so inclined to relive every moment of wedding planning, I’d have enough material to blog about for years to come. As it is, I’m not so inclined, but if you were to marry and blog about it I think you’d be hilarious. BTW when we were on honeymoon we saw lots of Japanese couples tying the knot. So cute compared to we lumbering great Westerners! I understand it costs an absolute fortune to marry in Japan. If you do marry, perhaps you should move first.


  7. S. Le says:

    Congrats! Are you changing your name to Madame Monsieur or keeping your singleton name?


    1. epicurienne says:

      Gawd, S Le. That’s the million dollar question of the moment. Monsieur’s name is a mouthful, even for the French, and after a great many years of living with my maiden name I am kind of keen not to lose it. But to double barrel our two names sounds really WRONG. Like terribly wrong. So in a nutshell, the jury’s still out. Madame Monsieur is probably the best way forward. Thank you for the suggestion.


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