It has been quite a weekend. Saturday was almost an all day event with Phil and Tamara’s wedding. The day went through without any glitches thankfully and everyone looked pretty good, including myself in a new suit. I am not one for getting dressed up, nor do I look like a feral when I do go out. It felt weird being in a suit. The only times I have been in a suit before was my wedding and once when I went out for a night n the town many many years ago.
The suit was bought locally from a mens outfitters in Bass Hill. The guys there help you choose your suit and neasure you up. The suit looks good and feels good. I tried a number of different suits, but this one felt good the minute I got it around my shoulders. The Shirt was extremely comfortable and the tie was thrown in for free. Seeing as the occasion was a Black Tie affair, it felt fitting to go dressed up to the nines.
Sam bought a new dress, which looked really good. She bought the dress over a week ago and found another one which she felt would suit her better and would get more use out of, so Saturday morning, off we drove to Parramatta Westfields to exchange the orriginal dress and swapped it for the new one. I have to say, a very good choice indeed.
Once we were all dressed up Me, Sam and Jean headed off to the wedding. We arrived in good time, once we found the church (it appears Navman lies), we were greeted by those who knew us. The Grooms side of the new familly were naturally already there and some of the Brides familly were already there. Photographer was busy shooting her intended targets, which caught my attention, as the camera was peeking my interest. Canon 5D Mk II, with the added battery pack, Flash Gun and a decent lens (naturally). You all know my views on the EOS 400D. Anyway, the Bride arrived and we all went inside. The weirdest thing about the ceremony was the vicar/priest or whatever you wish to call them. He spoke of lots of wine and Jewish people..not that its wrong to do so, just not at a traditional aussie wedding. Moving on, the readings went on, sermon from the weird vicar went on and oh boy it was hard to listen to. He was wired up with a mic and I almost imagined him bursting into moves and moonwalking at the alter. ‘if you liked it you should have put a ring on it’ came to mind.
Ceremony over and off we drove to the wedding party. Not before the police were doing a major campaign of RBT ‘Random Breath Tests’ Yep we were pulled over and tested, Sam was driving, so she copped the test and passed. We finally got to the reception and made our way in. The bar was open and we had to pay for our pre party drinks…bugger! Wasn’t expecting that one. Pre Party food was supplied and instantly snaffled, not many people got a look in for that?
2 hours later we could go in to the main hall and find our tables, find our seats and sit down. Thankfully the drinks inside were free, not that I could drink too much anyway, so I settled for one alcaholic beverage and would go onto water or diet coke. Thankfully my glucose levels were being nice to me, so I could partake in most things and not worry too much about the after effects.
The food was pretty ordinary, steak was not of this earth and the caesar salad had bones in it! The best part was the wedding cake, not too sweet and not too heavy, well done on that one. The MC for the night was a bit of a goose and anoying I found, but did the job well. The party went well as the music changed from eating music to get off your ass and party. Sam and I managed to get some decent snaps of the proceedings throughout the course of the evening, familly shots, group shots and all the usual pictures you take at parties.
The evening finished well and we made our way back home. I was driving, seeing as I couldnt drink, so Sam could have a nice time. The drive home was pretty straight forward, NAVMAN didn’t lie this time. We made good time and arrived home just after 11pm or there abouts and coffee then bed.
