The Irish Times: Our wedding story

He*, a managing director of a moderate ego, and She*, a self-employed irritant, both from Earth, met virtually through work, which they were trying to avoid at the time. Their first date was over too late for her to retrieve her car from the car-park before it closed.

“After a few months of ripping the piss out of each other, we agreed to meet up,” she said. “We went out for drinks and dinner. I was a little disturbed by how his head would shake as he cut his steak but he did a great impersonation of The Godfather and Michael Flatley and could give me run for my money when it came to remembering one-hit wonders.” He proposed two years later (to her) after they bought the ring together, which he thought looked more like a wedding band.

In September 2011, they were married at the registry office in Cork. The reception and honeymoon for two was held afterwards in West Cork.

“Neither of us spent any of our childhoods there and don’t know a soul there, so it felt like a second home,” said the Bride.

She wore a Tiffany Rose maternity dress. The groom wore clothes. Her witness was a kind-hearted woman she had never met before who responded to her request on an Irish wedding website for someone to undertake the task. They were joined by a friend of the woman who agreed to be the second witness. Few people believe them when they tell them this but they have the photos to prove it.

just married

Posed by models

Source: lovethispic.com

The couple’s first dance was held in the lounge of Jury’s Hotel in Dublin the previous week when the pair had an impromptu dance to Neil Young’s Harvest Moon performed by the bar’s resident singer and guitarist.

They spent the drive to their hotel after the ceremony coming up with ideal first dance songs. The Groom claimed they would dance to all of them during their ten year anniversary celebrations when they would renew their vows. The Bride just threw her eyes up. In an endearing way.

A highlight of the day for Him was the preparation that morning, “the breakfast roll was lovely, particularly the generous helping of clonakilty pudding.”

The night ended with them both trying to figure out the Nespresso machine after they were upgraded to a fancy suite when the manager heard it was their wedding day. They had to vacate it two days later and return to their standard suite. “It was nearly as good as the time we were upgraded to first class on Aer Lingus on a return flight from New York when I heard the squeals from a childhood friend who defied all the teachers’ predictions and made something of herself. We toasted her an hour later. With proper Waterford Crystal glasses”, explained the Bride.

The couple live in the North with their two children – a small girl and negative equity. Every day is just like being on honeymoon.

*Not their real names

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13 thoughts on “The Irish Times: Our wedding story

  1. I want this to be in the actual Times right underneath one of those other ones – you know, pretty much all of the other ones. That couple who got ripped to shreds in the comments a couple of weeks ago and deservedly so… I mean what the hell, were they both bullied for years or what, that they have to blow it out their posteriors in the IT years later? (I keep picturing the bride in particular pasting 6 copies of the article into her scrapbook muttering ‘all those mean girls. They’ll be sorry when they see how far I’ve come. LOOK AT ME IN MY DESIGNER DRESS DAMMIT.)

  2. Maybe it’s the fact I’ve been out (for perhaps a couple of drinks) but I love this. ‘She wore a Tiffany Rose maternity dress.The groom wore, clothes. Hahahahahaha)

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