Well, now. I seem to have woken up Married.
Truth be told it was a Groovy affair, good weather, good people, good cake. There is now officially a Mrs Zero. She spoke, I spoke, photographs were taken, we ate, we spoke again. Niowulf spoke of my lurid past.
Mr Ayling gave me cocaine in the bog. There were images of our cats on the tables. Donna cried when she saw my ex-cat Planet's photo. Kid Shirt wore a suit. I drank many glasses of Jack Daniel's.
It was a fine day & night.
Although nobody really got to hear the enchanted cds I had spent weeks painstakingly putting together - but I'm not bitter - I'm just planning to go to everyone's houses individually and play them all through track by track.
We honeymooned in Dublin (best not to refer to England as 'The Mainland' if you ever go) which is a great place as long as you don't want to FUCKING SMOKE ANYWHERE.
Still, I got this:
Plus a few more books, which was lucky considering most of Dublin's secondhand bookshops have closed down. Not, of course, that I was looking for books on my honeymoon..
er...
um...
Ah, well.
7 comments:
Congratulations to the Zeroes!!!
well done totha both of you zeros ...
coke in the bog hey - thought you were meant to cut cake at w-ing-dings !!
congrats !!
Yeah, they cut the coke, not the cake...
It was a groovy, lump-in-the-throat affair indeed...I'll be posting on it soon as the photos come back from the dry-cleaners.
Thanks for all the congratulative (?) messages. Oh god, Shirt has pictures.
Haven't got all ours back yet, but I'm hoping for one of Mrs Zero & Mrs Shirt together, or failing that one of the line of coke.
The cake, though, will have to be posted at some point.
Yeah... I wanna see Kek's suit - was it Austin Reed or Austin Powers?
More Austin Allegro actually.
I can say, without a shadow of a doubt, that my tie (pictured top), could have eclipsed the sun.
How many people get a late 60s Camero as a Best Man's present.
Excellent.
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