11:43 a.m., 09.12.03
My Best Friend's Wedding

Well, Bangers and Fi had an utterly perfect wedding out in the little spanish town of BenDEEgo.

Not much more can be said about it really. It wasn't too flash, it was just a great bunch of people having a ball, and a couple who were clearly over the moon about the whole thing.

The Finnish twins popped down - in fact, there were quite a few overseas guests - and they made quite an impression. Sammy Q was cracking onto anything and everything that moved, from both twins to Bangers' mate Tanya to the ornaments and shrubbery.

He eventually got a shag out of Tanya, but not before one of the twins got stroppy with him for moving on so fast and poured a considerable amount of goonbag wine over his head.

Nous did her usual sleeping trick, amazing all and sundry by her ability to catch some z's in a hotel room with an open door, a blasting stereo and 30 pissed revellers outside.

The highlights of the reception were:

- Watching Sois almost in tears as he gave his speech. I've never seen him so emotional, it was beautiful.

- Jumping up with the band a giving a throaty rendition of Mustang Sally, with the Identical Finns, Mirian and Sammy being my backup girls.

- Somehow making my own speech work despite bugger-all preparation and a load of stress about it.

- and Piero's beautiful poem, which I'll get a copy of and post here someday, because it's an utterly lovely piece of writing and touched me deeply.

On the way home the next day, we stopped by the One Tree Hill lookout for a great view across the BenDEEgo bushland. And the ordinary-looking p-plater chick parked in the car in front of us overdosed, passed out and got taken off in an ambulance. That was odd.

It feels like real life can begin again now after such a whopping big weekend. My brain hurts.

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