The dressing up like a girl was ‘successful’ – people said I looked nice; I of course did not believe them and was an idiot about it which I totally got called on (in a nice way, I am going to try harder to not think I look like an elephant-whale now. Trying is what I shall be doing)
I danced like no one could see me and sang my heart out -luckily the music was so loud no one could hear me but I know I’m going to gte asked why I know all the words to ‘Hit The Road Jack’… God, I need to get back on stage again. Anyway.
There were balloons and hearts everywhere and it was so good to see two people so in love.
I have a love/ hate relationship with Weddings. I may have mentioned it before but I am a bit tipsy right now and can’t be bothered to go on a hunt through my old posts so if I am repeating myself skip the next bit.
Weddings (well, in this case Civil Partnership) are about hope and the two people involved have hope that the future will last forever and be full of happiness and bliss and peace and comfort and all those good good things. The Bride and Bride were so obviously in love and it brought a tear to my eye knowing how happy they must feel today.
The hating of weddings part is the same reason I hate marathon runners – it’s something I’ll never be able to do. I just don’t think my heart is built to let somebody in that far.
Anyway, my feet and legs didn’t hurt as much today – I was able to walk around in my heels and dance for extended periods of time without wanting to scream in pain or hobble like an old woman – that’s got to count for something, right?
So, right now I need a pint of water and all the sleep in the world.
Love you all.