Sarah gets the run around when it comes to trabsport. |
My relatives, however, were not too thrilled with the fact that I was getting cars not because they wanted me to go on a camel or anything, but because I live close enough to the church to re-enact that Lebanese village bridal walk to the church, with all the guests around me singing songs and dancing as I made my way through the streets.
Unfortunately, while I loved the idea, I couldn't exactly re-enact the Lebanese village thing in a part of Sydney that is known to reach 40 degrees in December. Which is why I scouted for cars anyway, ultimately deciding on a trio of beautiful silver-on-black 40's Jaguars from Royalty Weddings. While there were a lot of options to choose from, all the horror stories I had heard made it pretty clear that Royalty was the way to go.
Especially considering that the original bloke I booked for my transportation decided to tell me (after I'd signed the paperwork) that he'd sold two of the cars, but that he'd agreed with the new buyer that they'd still turn up to my wedding, even though there was nothing signed to cement this.
So what should other brides look out for? My final decision was based on two factors: Paying the majority of the cost (I paid a $100 deposit for each car) on the day itself, when I was 100% certain that the right cars turned up (don't laugh – one of those horror stories is that the company sent different cars to those that were booked and remarked that the bride and groom wouldn't know the difference). And the actual cleanliness of the car inside and out (having a fiance who is a car enthusiast helped there).
As for the getaway car, I am still hoping that my reception throws one in. Otherwise, I am really hanging for a 1959 Cadillac to take me to the hotel. It really is my dream car, and thus must be a part of my dream wedding!
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