Sep. 26th, 2006 05:22 pm
lectrix_lecti: (Retro travel)
So. Berlin.

The hotel was bliss. Lovely big room, light and airy, tea and sherry in the lobby each afternoon, good breakfast, very nice staff. I got particularly fond of the barmaid, Mme Somethingfrenchsounding, who was far from professional but very charming. A shoehorn in the complementary basket was a new one, to me at least.

Also, the hotel was conveniently located right near buses and S-Bahn and Ku'damm.

We went all-out tourists for the occasion, including a 3-hour boat trip on Landwehrkanal and the Spree (which involved among other things a dinner served in the most sickly yellow light you can imagine. My Würstsalat looked like zombie puke). We also went to The Story of Berlin (not really worth the money), Brandenburger Tor (mostly by accident), the Zoo (wheeeeee), Bahnhof Zoo (where the husband got to loiter and pretend he was Christiane F.), Altes Museum (mummies!), the Pergamon Museum (amazing) and the museum in the former Stasi headquarters (which was absolutely brilliant).

And we saw Cirque de Soleil's show Dralion. Holy hell. That was incredible. It even cured me of much of my hatred for circus clowns.

A few highlights, with photos )

I suppose I should mention the food, if only to satisfy my food-obsessed spouse. Near our hotel was the most brilliant restaurant on the planet, a South American one with the best veal I've ever tasted and a banana panna cotta which was to die for.

For our wedding dinner, we went to Ana e Bruno, where the food was, well, delicious. Which was to be expected. At least two of the wines tasted like poorly filtered piss and then turned to nectar when matched with their food courses, which was a bit of an eye-opener to a wine philistine such as myself. They did, however, quite overdo the gourmet restaurant thang. I don't really appreciate being led practically by my hand to the toilet or having my glass of water topped off by one of the three hovering waiters every time I take a sip. Still, it was very memorable and great fun. Bruno's big thing is apparently to hold a speech on the menu for each guest, but we missed that. I gather this was because he only speaks Italian and German, and our German isn't good enough for this treat.

The Berlin fastfood, the Currywürst, tasted just as good as Bruno's creations to me, though. But I'm a food barbarian.

Oh, and we tied the knot at the embassy, complete with Sekt and forgetting the camera in the taxi (but retrieving it moments later, thank dog).

Have I forgotten something? Probably lots.


Sep. 20th, 2006 05:34 pm
lectrix_lecti: (Default)

Admittedly married six days ago, but just back from honeymoon, at least.

Photos later.
lectrix_lecti: (Percy Wells 10 (jumping off cliff))
Every time I think about getting married, I feel nauseated.

The thing is, I worry too much. I worry about the plane being delayed (it must be 24 hours delayed to be a problem), I worry about getting to the embassy (which almost is within walking distance from the hotel, for fuck's sake), I worry about forgetting or losing the rings (now, that's a real worry), I worry about how we're going to spend the day besides 15 minutes of ceremony.

The latest, and so far most interesting, worry is that I want another dress.


All of a sudden, I feel that the dress is all wrong and I should have bought the gorgeous black one instead because there's no damn law saying you can't wear black in your own wedding and light colours in September is so very irregular and with my fair skin I'm going to look like a ghost and I hate the damn dress and don't ever want to wear it and the handbag I bought is ridiculous and doesn't go with the dress at all and about the only thing I'm happy with is the jacket oh and the shoes and I want to bring my plain black dress just so I have something I'm comfortable with wearing and not that bloody buttermilk-coloured one and god I feel sick.

That last paragraph pretty much describes how my brain churns and roils about this at the moment.

I suppose this is perfectly normal.

But for crying out loud, we've been living together for ten years. It's not like this is a great leap. It's a matter of going on a vacation and dropping by the embassy while we're there. The marriage license is okay, the hotel room is booked and paid for, the plane tickets are booked and paid for, and we have a week in which to have fun and do whatever we feel like doing. We're going to spend 15 minutes getting married and several days drinking weissbier and eating wurst and going to the zoo and to museums.

We know and love each other, and we want to spend the rest of our lives together, marriage papers or not. There's absolutely no reason to be this angsty.

I'm still about to start chewing my nails, which I've never in my life done. Just the thought of chewing my nails makes me queasy.




Aug. 29th, 2006 11:42 am
lectrix_lecti: (Spirited away)
There's a really angry man outside, who's been swearing non-stop for about ten minutes. If he didn't repeat himself so much, I would have been impressed. As it is, "FUCK FUCK WHORE FUCK" *kicks garbage can* "WHORE FUCK WHORE" is just boring and mildly annoying.


More and more, I'm regretting that we didn't just quietly get married and never ever told anybody. I fear that a supermassive family get-together is being planned by my in-laws.

Now, the husband-to-be has a nice, small, manageable family. I don't, and I suspect they're not factoring in my various ex-sisters-in-law, nephews, nieces and even great-nephew. They did ask how many siblings I have, who in themselves almost outnumber my boyfriend's entire family, but as far as I know, they didn't inquire about other people who count as my family.

But I really, really need to push those thoughts away. It's their production, not mine. We're spending our wedding day doing nice, quiet things on our own just the way we like it, and if we have to endure a great big family thingamajig when we get back, fine. We don't have to do any planning, and we get to spend the big day itself in a way that suits us.


I don't suppose anybody finds crocheting interesting. That's really too bad.

I seem to have developed an addiction to making these floppy girly scarves. A got her soft green one, the first I made, and was very impressed (but she's rubbish at any craft and is very easily impressed when somebody makes something with their own hands). Have finished L's vivid green one, started a black one for myself and bought grey yarn for mum's (she was none too subtle when she saw L's, dropping very blatant hints about how nice and soft and warm and unusual it was).


I finally got around to fixing the embroidery I accidentally ripped loose on my wedding dress, and was floored when I realised that the sequins on it aren't sequins at all - they're tiny discs of mother-of-pearl. Goes to show how much attention I paid to it... But it's lovely. I think I need to take some close-ups and treat everyone to the pretty details. I bet you can't wait.


It must be such fun to be insane enough to believe you are Otherkin.
lectrix_lecti: (I'd rather... (Blackadder))
When we decided to get married and foolishly informed our families, we also insisted on not wanting any presents.

It's not like we're only now leaving our parents and beginning to build a little nest, is it. We've been living together for ten years. We have every appliance we need, thank you very much.

Unfortunately, as my boyfriend's sister pointed out, people are going to give us presents anyway, because that's apparently the right thing to do when somebody ties the knot. Her advice was that unless we want crystal vases and flowery plates and all kinds of useless and fucking ugly things, we'd better make a wish list.


So we've done what people seem to do in such cases; we went to one of the chain stores that has a shop in our hometown as well, picked out some plates and bowls and such (which we actually need, much of what we have is looking decidedly battered) and handed the list to a Wedding Wishlist Person who was supposed to enter it on their website so it's accessible in all their shops and all that. It's nice, unfussy stoneware, perfect for our needs and our sense of aesthetics.

That was two days ago, our list is still nowhere on the web and I'm getting annoyed.

There is a very real danger of people buying us rubbish, which we will then have to take back to various shops, and we don't have the time to bother with that. It's much better if we can tell them to go to this particular shop, pick something from the list of things we actually want and give us that. It's only a few weeks to the wedding, and the kind of loonies who ignore the couple's wishes and go buy them crystal vases when they specifically don't want presents are bound to get impatient by now.

If that list isn't up by tomorrow, I'll go and manually add the things we picked out. The thought of getting seventeen tacky crystal bowls and twenty-four wine glasses scares me shitless.
lectrix_lecti: (Not to be reproduced)
Wtf wtf wtf, suddenly all hits to my journal show as [ profile] deadmanshake, while the IPs blatantly don't belong to him. Unless he moves from India to the UK to Norway to the US in hours...


Look! It's lovely 14-eyelet DMs with twin zips, discreetly placed on each side of the lacing. And they're mine.

Well, they will be, when I get a package from Cloggs. I saw them in a shop today, and made a drooling spectacle of myself, but they were sold out in my size. Rather than going on a presumably futile hunt in Oslo shops on Monday, I went and ordered them.

I so love the zips. At age 18 or so, I would have scoffed enormously at something as pedestrian as zips on my DMs, but I've grown old and weary and very bloody tired of spending an extra half hour on my footwear each morning. Haven't owned zipless boots since I was about 23. My 8-eyelet DMs are sufficiently annoying to lace, thank you very much.

I also got a pretty light green thin knit shrug to go with the wedding dress. It should go well with the dress. The shop had that shrug in a very nice dark beige too, and as they marvellously were on sale, I just might go get that too. They're highly useable as everyday wear, as well as being fine for my usual toned-down style of dressing up.

Aaah. Now, if only Israel would get the hell out of Gaza, things would be fairly well in my world.
lectrix_lecti: (Percy Wells 6 (headache))
Dear reader: if you're not [ profile] 90000065b, the following passage is probably of absolutely no interest to you.

There are no photos from the Flying Edward gig last night, for they were playing in front of an enormous window, and since this is the land of Norway, it was bright as day behind them and there was much bloody terrible light conditions.

Didn't get any video either, of course.

Hilmar needs to stop tweaking and tweaking and tweaking some old songs, as he has now made "Spell Your Name" fairly awful to listen to. Brief arguing broke out between me and my boyfriend, who thought the gig was mostly horrible. I found only the aforementioned song problematic.

On the bright side, they're using Kyrre much more now. He has a lovely voice which deserves to be heard, and heard it was last night.


All the non-[ profile] 90000065bs, who are women and can relate or are men with possibly a less than healthy interest in women's underwear, can start reading here:

I've discovered a new and frightening world; the world of lingerie. Whereas some of us (read: me) shop in chain stores for underwear that's made from cotton, is comfy, doesn't ride up and doesn't have scratchy icky lace, some others apparently keep scary little lingerie shops alive.

I have now learned that it's perfectly normal to have strange little old women hooking up your corselet for you, nattering on about their own missing love life and interrogating you on wedding subjects that have nothing to do at all with whether the corselet straps will show under your wedding dress.

I have been scolded for buying the dress before the underwear, see strap problem.

I have also had it confirmed that bra cup sizes are utterly arbitrary. I already knew this well, but I was whipped into a D-cup bra yesterday and very fucking near had a nervous breakdown.
lectrix_lecti: (Sigh)
I've been to about four thousand shops and found a grand total of three dresses I can bear to be seen in.

Then I had a little look around on the interweb, to see if such a thing as a cocktail-length pwetty dress would be possible to find, and lo and behold, on one site I saw about a dozen that had me downright drooling.

Ho hum.

A possible solution is to order a dress, and get it altered if it isn't a perfect fit. I'd still be well within my financial means. Very, very well within. Possibly so well within that I can afford the trip to Tallinn a friend of mine wants me to tag along on this autumn, in addition to the Berlin and Nessebar trips.

Another possible solution is to snag a few pictures of the dresses I like and get one made for me here. Now, that would probably cost an arm, a leg and a few ribs.

Yet another possible solution is to go really retro and have a 70's Against The Establishment wedding in jeans...
lectrix_lecti: (Red)
I'm sure you're all dying to know how my wedding dress hunt goes.

The plan is, sort of, a plain short-ish white-ish dress with a spectacular coat. Or the other way 'round.

Today I found two gorgeous coats; one of them long and flared and embroidered and drawing rather extreme attention to the chest (ahem), the other hip-length and Vivienne Westwood-style and absolutely radiating "EXPENSIVE EXCLUSIVE DESIGN OMG!!!". Neither of them was actually expensive - both cost about 2 000 NOK (250 €/320 $).

The long flared one came in a very pretty golden pink that looked hideous on me (warm colours and me don't mix well) and a magnificent dark brownish green that looked amazing on me. The short one was, er, black.

I feel an obligation to wear something non-black for once, which goes in the favour of the long one, possibly with the matching dress (yessss, there was a matching dress, my precioussss), but the black one was so bloody cool.

I've been to so many shops today that I don't normally go near, and it's been great fun. I might start shopping there on a regular basis. Usually I just swing by H&M or something to see if I can get some comfy/black/natural material thing, but oh how many gorgeous clothes there are in small designer shops, just waiting for me to take them home.
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I've started on The Battle of Spain. Beevor mentioned at the signing that it's been well recieved in Spain, except for some neg from extremist factions on both sides, which should mean that the book isn't particularly biased.

He mentioned the rather interesting fact that the Spanish civil war is one of the few conflicts where it's primarily the losers who have told the tale and written the history.


Dropped by the library today, noticed the books for sale rack and bought T. Coraghessan Boyle's The Road to Wellville. I've read (and loved) Riven Rock and The Tortilla Curtain, so I can't wait to start The Road to Wellville. Oh, and I've seen the film a couple of times. I'm probably one of the very few persons on the planet who actually like it.


It's still miraculously hot and sunny. It's getting to the point where I'm longing for some rain.


I think I've found my wedding dress at Norway Design. The problem is that I only saw it in the window on my way to the Beevor signing and didn't get to look at the price tag, which no doubt is going to make my eyes bleed. Not to mention my bank account. Ho hum.

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