I was talking to a friend today about our respective engagement parties and how they turned out, when I realized that I had a lot of so-called horror stories from the day (the one year anniversary is fast approaching!). We all do so I thought it would be fun to share them within the scope of Beyond Beirut.
We weren’t doing anything fancy. Just a typical engagement at home with our families, and then we decided to have a cute dinner for our friends at one of our favorite restaurants. Because the occasion was so simple, I wanted a simple dress.
But this is Lebanon, the more the dress glitters and is poofy, the better! I swear to you, we did not leave a shop we didn’t go to. From top designers to regular shops, my mom and I went everywhere.
And it just wasn’t working. I kept crying the whole time because no I don’t want those models!
And the salesladies are extremely rude here. I am not exactly skinny so a lot of them would be like, “you know, you have a bit of time to lose some weight!”
How dare you say that to me?! Who are you to talk?! Do you even know that I work out and lift weights everyday?
The Hair and Makeup
I wrote a full post on this a couple of weeks back. We still cannot discuss the issue in front of my mother by the way because it always ends up with some yelling and screaming and cursing at the bakery.
Now this one still makes my blood boil to this day, and I doubt I can ever forgive him! Guys, don’t ever compromise on your photographer because these are what you’re going to keep with you for the rest of your life and show to your children.
We decided to go with this guy that we thought was good. He was well known around the area and had shot a few events I have been at, and he offered us a good price for our budget. Turns out, that wasn’t a good sign.
First of all, he had all those crazy poses for me to do that it felt more like a gym workout. Turn like this, head like that, eyes here, chin wherever. Or bend down and find your shoes. Or lie on the couch and stretch out (At that point even my teta was in giggles)! He had this ultra heating flash that made me feel like I was melting.
He also wouldn’t call me by my name, which I hate! Instead, he kept referring to me as “3arous” (Bride). He shot all of our couple photos as if they were straight out of an 80s prom shoot.
Oh and let’s not forget that he had to be called over from his cigarette break to take the photos of us exchanging rings (in which my face doesn’t show).
But here’s the unforgivable bit! He cropped my mother in law out of the only picture I have of us together, one where she’s fastening a necklace for me, a gift from my inlaws!
Oh, he also went photoshop crazy afterwards, turning my Snow White self into a bronzed babe with just a couple of clicks!
What about you readers? What are your horror stories? What should I look out for with the wedding?!