No, don’t worry, we haven’t divorced and remarried. It’s just the second part of the wedding day that I hadn’t written.
One of my fears was that, with the amount of people who had dropped out of coming to the wedding, we would be rattling around the club hall like peas in a tin can. I needn’t have worried. We all arrived around the same time and went in. Tracey’s mum and sister had done a wonderful job on the hall decorations and the food, and the cake took pride of place at the end of the hall. It wasn’t a big hotel, with matching tables for hundreds of guests. There was no four piece playing, no wedding band, no bow-tied waiters handing out free champaign, but it was ours, our reception for our wedding and we loved it.
The bar was immediately put to use and, in an unusual and risky move, I had a glass of red wine. Considering my past, and the fact I’d not had an alcoholic drink for two years, this may seem like a risky and silly move. I’d thought about it many times and had decided to take the risk. Tracey, rightly, was a little concerned but we both decided that, since this was such a special day for both of us, a little risk was worth it. Plus I wanted to see how transition had changed me in that respect.
My fears about rattling around the place proved to be unfounded since, as well as several more people turning up, (who were not able to attend the ceremony), the hall seemed to be filled with the sound of laughter, children and felt full, as if the very air had taken on a personality all of it’s own.
Giving the speech, after cutting the cake, was not as nerve-racking as I had first anticipated, although it was a very short one, (I consider myself ‘not good’ at public speaking), Tracey’s was even shorter.
Unfortunately, due to restrictions, the reception ended at just before 6pm. Although our evening wasn’t finished. After arriving home and sorting things out, Tracey decided to have a sleep. She’d been suffering from a particularly nasty bug during the week before the wedding and the day had taken it’s toll. We’d both been invited out to a local pub by my cousins so Tracey told me to go, while she slept. So I did. I was feeling a little woozy from the several glasses of wine but, not having been out to a pub in a few years, I went to meet them.
It was a good evening. Not having seen them in a few years my cousins and I had a lot of catching-up to do. This was also the first time I’d been out socially since starting transition and I was very nervous but, after a couple of drinks, I soon settled. We had a laugh and a really good time but, all too soon, it came time to go. I could have stayed all night but, being on my own was a risk I wasn’t willing to take, so I returned home to Tracey after saying goodnight to both cousins and my uncle.
It was a wonderful day and evening, one that I will treasure for the rest of my life.