Even though we eloped, my stomach was in knots that night (excitement? Seafood? Who knows), so we just collapsed. No big. Plenty of time for sexytimes aside from the wedding night.
Java, thanks so much for setting up the site. Our rescue Westside uses YouCaring, and I've been very impressed with them.
We'd spent the day at the spa, then hung out getting pictures taken and got married (which took all of 15 minutes), went up to the room, engaged in marital relations, took showers, went out to dinner at the place next door to our inn. I walked back from dinner barefoot.
On an unrelated note, I'm watching the rave episode of Spaced and losing my shit it's so funny.
My second wedding, no. My first wedding, yes. Three times.
Three times.
Sure; you were a young stallion! I am a decrepit old lady.
We did. But we were a bit ... frustrated ... after having spent the previous 10 days at my parents' house. So ... ya know ...
ND, the one that gets me every time is the Vulva episode. I lose my shit with that episode.
But then just about every ep of that series gets me.
Hahahaha, billytea.
Nora totally wins.
And Pix, didn't know Westside Rescue used it, but it was so easy to set up. And SO much better than constantly emailing people with updates (because people rightfully want to know status of funds raised!).
java, this is great, and I'm glad you and your mysterious cohorts are doing it!
smonster, could you throw a disposable/easily cleanable quilt or blanket over the sofa until Bella gets adjusted to it?
My wedding coordinator hurried us out the door on our wedding night, reminding us no one would leave until we did. I think I need to credit her with ensuring we had sex that night. Well that and the fact it was a damn fine hotel room.
I don't remember anything from the moment my new father-in-law convinced me to try a flaming shot of Jack Daniels until my girlfriend was helping me off with my dress while I cried "I'm so sorry!" But it is reported that I had a grand old time.
So yeah no sexy times until twenty minutes after the bellman in our Jamaican hotel had brought us a toilet-paper-wrapper full of 'medicine' for $20.