The alarm came earlier than we needed. This was it, The Big Day. We'd decided to kick things off with a family-style breakfast at the Antiques Café in Kemptown. Last summer, it was in this very café that, over a rose lemonade and a scone with strawberries and clotted cream, the phone call came in that we'd been accepted for our (my?) dream flat here in Brighton. The Antiques Café is a place of good memories, good atmosphere, and good food. So, this morning, I slid into a dress that I'd picked up with Ryan in Canterbury, paired it with a fascinator (how else is a bride supposed to begin her big day?), and hiked the family over to breakfast.
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| The bride, yours truly, beginning the Big Day with a hike over to the Antiques Café. |
Some of the family struggled to make their way to breakfast, but no one had any trouble enjoying this taste of English culture. We were treated to limitless tea, coffee, and juices, as well as towering trays overflowing with eggs, sausages, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes, scones, strawberries, clotted cream, and freshly hand-whipped cream. I didn't have to worry about skipping lunch today!
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| Family breakfast: the starting gun on our Big Day |
We chatted, laughed, and stuffed our faces until the clock hit 10:45. It was time for the bridal party-- the moms, witnesses, and myself-- to book it home in time for hair and make-up, with a pit stop flower pick-up en route. After so many days agonizing over all the wedding logistics, everything had fallen into place-- and, to my mixed delight and apprehension, it was running surprisingly smoothly!
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