So I ended up missing a day yesterday because I was trying to sort out some packing and ended up making a mess. Took me all day just to see the floor again. Rather fortuitously I had no idea what to do for X, so I’m going to pretend it doesn’t exist.
Anyway back on point…weddings. I’ve got to that stage in my life where all my friends and my cousins are starting to think about taking the plunge and tying the knot. This pleases me greatly because I love a good wedding. There’s just something brilliant about being able to get really dressed up and spending the day celebrating with lots of people. Then there’s the lovely food and all the dancing. And even though no one would admit it, there’s even the thrill of whether someone will end up in a fight or not.
I only have one wedding this year, a friend from university, which will be lovely because all the gang will be in the same place, at the same time, for the first time in about 5 years. It will be a little strange though because I’ll be flying solo for this one, however I’m sure I’ll still enjoy myself. It just means I won’t have anyone to hurry me along whilst I’m getting ready…which is a dangerous prospect…