Starting Over.

I am going to share some images from the family nuptial celebrations we attended this weekend, and I do apologise if looking at other people's wedding photos makes your eyes bleed.

Here is the bride, Fixit's older sister, emerging from the limousine.

These are the children of the first marriages of the bride and groom. The two on the left are twins and 8 years old, our niece and nephew. As you can see, our niece is glowing with happiness, she sparkled all day. Our nephew was under threat of no Simpsons, computer or Playstation for a year if he failed to smile in the photos. As you can see, he doesn't actually manage to crack a smile but he stayed still and didn't pull belligerent faces which is an enormous improvement on his usual attitude to being photographed. All 3 kids were really well behaved over the long day.

Got to show you the Mother of The Bride, of course. Also have to show you the Brother of The Bride, in a tie! We don't see that very often round here.

A phrase that cropped up a couple of times during the ceremony was: "God brought the bride and groom together through the internet". I guess that's one of those things that nobody will bat an eyelid at in years to come, but I hadn't previously equated God with internet usage before this weekend. Anyway, it is pretty much what happened, they met through an online Christian site at the beginning of the year. Marrying them was the Groom's best friend, a pastor at their church in South Australia. His service was particularly heartfelt due to his evident affection for the bride and groom.

We hung out with these people and had enormous fun. They are Fixit's big brother and his partner. I would say we all had equal sized headaches the next morning. The bride and groom (and many of the groom's family) are teetotal but as they'd asked Fixit's parents to pay for the wedding, it was not a 'dry' reception. Although we had to do all the wedding toasts with non-alcoholic champagne.

And here at last are the Bride and Groom. We won't be seeing much of them anymore as they are all going to live in South Australia from now on.

Finally I give you Pa Fixit and me, dancing the Bridal Waltz.


Fixit disappeared when it started, (he always disappears when the bridal waltz starts!!! Not that I'm at all bothered by this, can you tell?!) Allegedly his bladder was bursting after the hour-long speeches. But he joined me quite a lot for the rest of the dance-floor action.

Is it only in Australia that you can pretty much predict the songlist at a wedding reception? You know, the Macarena, the Nutbush, the Chicken Dance, the Bus-stop, the Jive Bunny rock n roll mix, the Jive Bunny Beach Boys mix etc etc.

I've got a spare copy of the Mrs Wainwright cd (the one I tap-danced on) for the first person who can guess the Bridal Waltz song. You only get one guess.