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.

"And breathe… and relax… Now stand, open your eyes, turn to face your partner… and dance."

Can you always tell me that you didn’t feel comfortable in my arms? That those endless nights and days we spent trying to climb into each others souls didn’t make you feel like you had come home to stay? That the touch of my fingers grazing your arm, your strength as you pull me to you, the sway of our hips and the pounding of our hearts - that all these things didn’t make you want the world to stop?

The breath on your neck as your hand travels so slowly up my back, the half step as I accept your invitation to move into your space and the moment we connect. The smile felt and not seen, the knowing without being told, the crystal clear and the cotton candy world, the love and the lust

That all these things, now gone, don’t make me want to make the world to stop.

Just for a moment

So I can hear the music again.