Psychoblog

went to my best friend’s wedding on saturday. it was perfect. when i saw pete looking up the aisle at michelle, and he was looking so happy and proud, i nearly cried. michelle was a very blushing bride and their kids (jack and caleb) looked like little angels with their golden hair and their little page boy outfits. the service was really good because the vicar was very enthusiastic about it all and you could tell that it was a pleasure for him to be marrying them. at the end of the ceremony i thought that i really want to get married now…now dammit.

we went to the local social club afterwards where the reception was. lots of really nice buffet food and dancing. i met up with my old set of friends and we talked lots about the old days and what we were all doing now. that was /really/ good. i’m going to make a concerted effort to keep in touch with them now since they have reminded me why we were such good friends.

there was a moment in the night when michelle and pete were dancing slowly together and they were carrying their 2 kids between them. they looked like the perfect family and i thought then that she is only 24 but she has everything.

the really good thing to come out of this wedding (apart from michelle getting married and finding my friends again) is that carl was so impressed with the vicar he asked him if he would marry us and he agreed (!). not only did he agree, but he was really interested in us and our lives and i felt like he would be really pleased to marry us. i would love him to marry us and i would love us to get married at home in brum. his church is on my old route to school and it would be really easy for all my friends and family, so if carl wants to get married there i won’t complain. anyway, brum would be closer for all our family and friends than nottingham, and we have decided that we don’t like nottingham anyway.

sunday was my grandad’s birthday meal. poo knows how old he is now, i can’t keep up. but he doesn’t seem to have aged in all the time that i have been around to know him. we went to the other social club for a meal and had the traditional games of pool. the comedy moment came when grandad called carl a nymphomaniac without knowing what it meant.

all in all it was a great weekend in brum and i was sad to leave. good luck to my middle brother who was away doing the 3 peaks challenge (he is the weirdest bethel amongst us).

just like to say that i have drunk a lot of wine whilst writing this (that’s 2 glasses for me) and things are spinning around but i have managed to type stuff anyway.

hoorah.