Expect the unexpected...

The wedding reception was scheduled to start at 6 p.m, in the Hotel Markazi (ex-Sheraton).

Exhausted from the photoshoots and the hot autumn sun, we arrived at our hotel expecting to be pleasantly surprised by the sheer beauty of the settings...we were very surprised...

I was not allowed to see for myself, but rumour has it that at 5:30 the tables and decorations were still not set. Worse yet, when the reception was approached for the key to our rooom, they denied ever promising to give us a room as a complimentary package to our wedding reception! The "organizor" of the event, was no where to be found and we had no written proof of the agreement. Fortunately, pale, fainty and tantrum throwing brides have a way of convincing third parties and getting ultimately exactly what they want (my mom yelling at them helped a lot too). Ten minutes later my husband and I were on our way to the room, to relax before the frenzy began. When arriving to the room, we realised that we had received a non-functioning hotel key. While Alex paced the reception halls, my girls and I sat on the floor in front of our room, simply staring at the door and waiting for a miracle. It is in those few minutes of peace and quiet (and desperation) did I realize that I tore my dress. Luckily, room service was unbelievebly helpfull bringing me threads and needles in under two minutes and muttering "poor dear" to me while I made an attempt to hold 15 pieces of net fabric in place. Soon enough, Alex was back with the key. We had over an hour to get ourselves together as our friends and parents were getting "the party" together downstairs. There was a lot of chaos, and confusion and bad management from Sheraton's side. I vowed to never recomment the hotel to anyone, unless they were particularly asking where could they find 15 waiters who didn't speak any comprehensible language and an event manager who didn't keep his promises. All our closest friends, parents and even grandparents were helplessly trying to organize the event in under half an hour, fetching vases, applying candles and helping guests find their seats.
It also felt like a long day for me and Alex and while for the 80 guests downstairs the fun was just beginning, we were ready to call it a night,...But, we put on a brave face, I re-applied my make up and waited for the cue...