There was no point in waiting for the original date we had planned either so we decided to just have it two weeks from then. We already had the photographer, makeup and hair person, and someone to rent a chuppah from. So we just had to find a day when all 3 of them and the Rabbi were available. Surprisingly, this was the least complicated part of the whole wedding planning process. The chuppah lady gave us a few days the chuppah was available the week we wanted, the makeup artist’s kids were coming out of isolation at the beginning of that week, and the photographer and Rabbi were pretty flexible. So we made it work somehow (or perhaps we had some help from above).
It also meant getting permission from the municipality. A little bit of paperwork? No big deal, right?
A few minutes later, I received a form in my inbox containing 11 conditions that had to be met, including a 10,000 shekel deposit. Dudu then received a very angry email from me. In response, he agreed to waive the deposit. We had to fill out a bunch more forms, but eventually got our permit.
As an aside, a month or so later the city started publicizing options for outdoor weddings in various different spots around the city to help couples who still wanted to get married but couldn’t do it in a hall. I like to think that my angry email had something to do with that, but I’ll probably never know.
The wedding was beautiful, and apparently there were fireworks being set off behind us over the Old City during the ceremony. Afterwards, the celebrants went to a nice restaurant in the First Station where they kept bringing out food, and then when we thought they were done bringing out food, they brought out more food. And then when we thought it MUST be time for dessert they brought out more food.