This was a full weekend but at the same time wonderful and strangely relaxing.
SO and I flew out to attend a friends wedding. According to her mother it was our wedding that had sparked it. For years she said she did not want to, as she is divorced. However she now had said “Yes we are going to do it”.
On Friday evening we hopped onto the plane to East Midlands and arrived safely at that relatively small yet friendly airport. Got our rental car and managed to get to the Country-club/wedding venue on time. Had a drink and went to bed. We soon discovered that it was just as well that we like each other as it was a roll into the middle type mattress. Very cozy indeed.
After a full cooked breakfast the next day we took another snooze and I have to say we slept for another few hours. I think we needed the relaxation.
It was a mostly traditional English affair. Exceptions were of course the entrance for the bride and groom by helicopter. With both sides of the family being too late to see the spectacle. Thankfully we staunch friends were there and withered the air turbulence created by this massive thing. It was crazy but fun to see. The bride (like me) was not wearing white, but turquoise blue and that suited her much better. The other big exception to it was of course the fact that she is of very mixed European origin (There were Dutch, English, Danish , Spanish relatives etc), he’s South-African (whole family flew in) which gave an interesting sound to the spoken languages in the room.
But other than that traditional; there were the toast master, the cake cutting (by sword), the dancing, the group photo’s and the sit down dinner. And of course what we came for, the ceremony. I am happy to say that I have not seen my friend this happy and radiant in a long long time and it warms my heart as I know what she has endured in recent years. It was the first time I met her husband, Just as she met mine for the first time at our wedding. Her husband seems a nice guy, bit rough around the edges but with his heart in the right place. He looks after her, she is happy. That is all that matters to me.
The next morning we slept in, and left at a decent time. The hotel manager even let us use his computer, in his office to check in on-line. This as it was not busy. Overnight it had started poring down and hence the golf course was drenched and unplayable. No customers and anybody to talk to but us. We trundled back waited at airport (we were a little early) drove back, were in a huge traffic jam but still made it for SO to be on time for his (study course) meeting. I am very happy I went. Feeling tired, but also like we relaxed a lot. Now there is two days of work. Then there is Rome.