I escorted my good friend Jill to a wedding, she didn't have anyone to go with. It was a beautiful setting on Albert Park Lake, at the famous Carousel Restaurant, the view back to Queens Road and the city was spectacular.
Weddings are funny, they are interchangeable, all the same things happen, they all flow in exactly the same way. The best man who was a woman, was very funny, as were the bride and groom, all gave great speeches.
The other funny thing was all of Jill’s girlfriends who we met up with, four to be exact, all had "male friends" accompanying them, none were their boyfriends or husbands or significant other half. The boys were cute, don't think I minded Greek Theo rolling me cigarettes – ah yes, smoking, oops – all night. He had beautiful eyes and a come hither look when he turned to me and said, “Would you like another rollie?” with a great, cheeky, smile.
The bride was beautiful – I have, actually, met her before – the groom was handsome, the night sparkling and warm.
We danced, we laughed, we drank lots of red wine. Who'd have thought a good time could be had at a, relative, strangers wedding.
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