So I went to a wedding this weekend passed - and Mr. CT was the best man, and my oh my how, dashingly handsome he looked! With that gorgeous straight posture and broad shoulders. Let’s just say – my mind was working overtime processing thoughts completely inappropriate for church!
Now with him being part of the wedding – there was a 5 hour gap between the ceremony and the reception which I just did not know how to fill. And so, off I toddled to visit with Tiny and Bubby, maybe for a quick drink, and some pleasant conversation.
WELL! A drink turned into another and another and the Mokador was a-flying! Needless to say that the time totally got away from me and before I knew it I was getting up from the bed where I had been sprawled out in my glam outfit gladly calling out the words for GOVINDA by Kula Shaker in a less-than-beautiful attempt at getting the pronunciations right. (oh…. My….. fuck….. I guess this would be the right time to inform you that I am SOOOooooOOOOO white!!)
So off we went on the adventure to find the hall that we were certain to arrive last at.
Last indeed…..
It took me the short walk from the car to the entrance to realise that I had made a colossal mistake in my choice of high heels as, for some reason the ground was simply not co-operating with my graceful gait anymore…..
Arrived at the entrance and blushed straight into the distance and into that handsome face sitting at the main table for a moment before looking around and seeing a few other familiar faces glancing back. As I made my way from where I was standing to the emptiest table, which just HAD to be riiiiiiight in front it only occurred to me that the speeches were underway and I was drawing attention. Fun, fun, fun – especially with those unco-operative heels, click-clacking speedily and unsteadily, down the centre of the hall. People must have thought that I was trying open up the dance-floor with that zig-zag manouvre!
The rest of the evening went off without a hitch – I think…
PRK
