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Holy matrimony a-go-go
Feb. 24th, 2008 11:32 pmOn very short notice, this weekend included a wedding in sunny Essex.
Not much to say really. As is traditional, one of the bridesmaids got horribly and very messily drunk and threw herself at the best man, who was far too much the gentleman to take advantage, and it was, in every way, a fairly normal wedding. Which is to say, far more of a chore than a pleasure. And I really didn't like Dave's new wife. The happiest day of her life, supposedly, and I don't think I saw her smile once.
It was good to see Dave, Dan (whom I hadn't seen in more than 2 years) and Neil but I didn't know anyone else and anyone who knows me even vaguely will know the likelihood of my making small talk with strangers. So I lurked on the outskirts trying to catch up with the people I did know, smoked far too much (which is what I do when I'm horribly uncomfortable and trying to hide it) and wished it was over.
I went because Dave is a lovely guy and he saw fit to invite me, although the fact that he didn't know my surname to put on the invitation probably tells you how close we are. Five hundred miles is a very long way to drive to have a horrible time though.
All in all I would far rather have been at Vagabonds.
We're most of the way through February and so far I've yet to crash. Assuming that the way I'm feeling now is just the result of a very tiring and not particularly fun weekend and the drive back from Essex that is. We'll see, but I really really wish I didn't have to go to work tomorrow.
Is it just me or has this post been one long whine?
Not much to say really. As is traditional, one of the bridesmaids got horribly and very messily drunk and threw herself at the best man, who was far too much the gentleman to take advantage, and it was, in every way, a fairly normal wedding. Which is to say, far more of a chore than a pleasure. And I really didn't like Dave's new wife. The happiest day of her life, supposedly, and I don't think I saw her smile once.
It was good to see Dave, Dan (whom I hadn't seen in more than 2 years) and Neil but I didn't know anyone else and anyone who knows me even vaguely will know the likelihood of my making small talk with strangers. So I lurked on the outskirts trying to catch up with the people I did know, smoked far too much (which is what I do when I'm horribly uncomfortable and trying to hide it) and wished it was over.
I went because Dave is a lovely guy and he saw fit to invite me, although the fact that he didn't know my surname to put on the invitation probably tells you how close we are. Five hundred miles is a very long way to drive to have a horrible time though.
All in all I would far rather have been at Vagabonds.
We're most of the way through February and so far I've yet to crash. Assuming that the way I'm feeling now is just the result of a very tiring and not particularly fun weekend and the drive back from Essex that is. We'll see, but I really really wish I didn't have to go to work tomorrow.
Is it just me or has this post been one long whine?
