Don't worry about me. Just being my normal self at 10:00pm on a Friday. There is nothing really to do, except go to the pub, in this place on a Friday. Don't go there, so...I have to substitute.
Anyway...
Two Saturdays ago I travelled down to the nice regional centre of Wagga Wagga. It only took me a few hours, so I wasn't that angry at myself for leaving late. There was a reason for going to Wagga - I had a wedding to go to on the Sunday. But not only that, I got to catch up with my best friend who lives down there, getting casual work for teaching. She is enjoying it down there, so that is good.
The wedding was lovely, beautiful, like all weddings should be. The bride looked gorgeous in her gown, and the groom very happy. The only thing to delay the marriage (apart from the bride turning up more than half an hour late) was the bride getting a nose bleed during the ceremony (actually, straight after the formalities of introductions and people objecting!). All in all, though, the ceremony only lasted about three quarters of an hour. Quite nice - no hymns that we had to pretend that we knew how to sing.
It was held in an open air chapel in the botanical gardens - a very lovely spot. There should be steps down the centre of the - ummm... - stage, I guess is the word. Whatever it is called, it's where the alter and stuff are put for the ceremony. The flowers were quite lovely, and blended in beautifully with the ones in the gardens at the chapel. They also went wonderfully well with the purple gowns the matron of honour and brides-maids wore. Very lovely gowns, too - empire line always looks good, no matter what.
The reception was held at the gardens to, and the caterers provided a stunning meal. The food was absolutely delicious. I had chicken for entree, chicken for main, and mud cake for dessert...and they were all...yummmmm... (Imagine Homor from 'The Simpsons' thinking of a donut...)
The only thing to make the evening annoying was that I was asked to dance. Not that that is a bad thing. I like to dance - especially at weddings. But...I like the guy to know how he wants to dance the dance and lead. OH-MY-GOODNESS! He had no idea what to do...didn't, I think, knew that he should lead. Is dancing really that...ummm...I don't know...bad/informal/terrifying these days? Equal opportunity has it that we both can lead? Next time, if I get a guy like him, I'll lead, I suppose. That's what's been recommended to me to do...if it should occur again. For once in my life I was wanting either my cousin or my brothers there so that I could dance with them. They at least could have done a better job. But...there you go. We didn't know each other at all, and I bet he only asked me out of pity, because I was there on my own.
Anyway...for only going to mention the one thing that was silly/sad/marring to the evening's enjoyment, I have mentioned it for one whole paragraph. Enough of the wedding. Know that it was fun and enjoyable and very beautiful.
I left Wagga the following evening and got into Sydney a little after 11pm. So that was alright. I stayed in Sydney for a little over a week, which was good, and now I'm back home. It is stinking hot at the moment - quite unusual for this time of the year - and it looks as though it's going to continue this way for the next...who knows how long! Global Warming - you've got to love it.
Anyway...I shall go now...and you can ponder on this babbling...if anyone should wish to ponder...
Tschus!
