Weddings and puppy dogs

Had a thoroughly enjoyable time at yesterday's wedding, despite my reservations, but as a friend said to me earlier this week, you usually do enjoy the gatherings you most dread (ETA - dread only because me and public outings not mixy - always worried about my weight and appearance).  A wonderful mix of Italian/Irish clans, "if you're Irish come into the parlour" meets "when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore", noisy, fun, and the food was to die for.  Bruschetta, calamari, devil's on horseback, cannelloni, lasagne, antipasto, heated kalamata olives - and they were just the appetisers!!!  It was one of BM's workmates who got married - so we were at the work table - always interesting to put names to faces, two other married couples, and poor single Samantha who had to fend off the very persistent advances of one young male dweeb who simply would not take no for an answer, and took on the nuances of a panting, persistent faithful puppy over the evening.  When someone starts hiding in the crowd, and sitting at absolute strangers tables to get away from you, get a clue guy!  The other entertaining aspect of the evening were the two 'Mafioso' DJs - dressed in black suits, never moving, one about 55, the other 40 something, giving us wonderful disco songs - it was extremely bizarre, but very watchable.  We bopped along (but at the table - dicky arthritic knees here), and joined in rousing renditions of The Love Shack, Mamma Mia, Time Warp, and other classic numbers. Very pleasant evening, although BM is suffering slightly today from imbibing in too much of a very pleasant cabernet merlot - I was the sensible one and stuck to Tooheys Old - so I'm just tired, not hungover, and feeling suitably righteous.
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Hubbie and I commented at the wedding that it was hard to believe that it was 20 years since our own wedding (well in January it will be) - we had a lot of fun at ours too, and made sure that everyone knew not to wait around for the grand departure - we were staying till the end!!
That sounds completely fabulous. Wish I could have come!
Wish you could've too - then I would have had someone to talk to besides BM - was going to talk to Sam because BM had informed me she was a big Buffy/Angel/sci-fi fan, but her time was otherwise taken.
Celebrate good times! Come on!!
Sounds like a gas! I do love daggy weddings.

Speaking of which, I hope you are going to have a 20th anniversary party, 'cause if so, I'm inviting myself.

It's about 3 weeks until PG and I have the 20th anniversary of our 'getting together' (nudge nudge, say no more), and then August 2005 is 20 years since wedding - I think we are going to roll it into BIB's bar mitzvah in Oct. 2005, since family is coming then. And you are invited!
Re: Celebrate good times! Come on!!
It was a gas - a great big jumpin' Jack flash gas, gas, gas.

Hadn't really thought about an anniversary bash - a barbie in the backyard may be just the go, when are you heading our way in January? We have already passed the unofficial 20 year milestone - we moved in together a year (to the day) before we officially tied the knot.

Indeed wink ;), wink ;) - BM and I were only saying last night that we should go back to Melbourne next year, cos we had such a blast the first time round - so don't be surprised if we come knocking on your door bearing gifts come October next year!
We haven't made plans for my mom's visit, partly because I am quaking in fear (PG: do you want to get kidnapped in Colombia rather than host your mom for a month; Caraway: significant silence). Seriously, we will probably drop into Woolongong sometime later in the week of Jan. 10. Will you be about?

Once (and if!) I return from Bogota, we are going to start on the Bar Mitzvah invites...
Yep, we'll be here in January.

quaking in fear - is that at the thought of Mum visiting or kidnapping? My mother is in the throes of 'poor, poor, pitiful me', no-one is visiting me for my birthday next weekend, you ungrateful rotten fruit of my loins. Oh well I can live with that - I think after 45 years I might actually have reached the point where I don't care about her guilt offensives - Praise be to someone. On that note check out Compass on the ABC on Sunday night "Guy Sebastian's Church" - here's part of what the SMH's TV guide says about the programme - "Sebastian is a marketing tool and pentecostalism is all about empowerment of the individual. This is fascinating viewing and helps explain fundamentalism's recent impact on social and political morality".
Quaking in fear at my Mom visiting. After that, kidnapping holds no perils. Believe me, my mother's Fallujah guilt offensive would leave your mom's in the shade.

I read an interview this weekend with Andrea Mason I think her name is, the head of Families First, from the same congregation as Guy. She was asked straightforwardly whether as an aboriginal woman she would condone discrimination against a group (homosexuals), talk about significant silence, the closest she would go was families first would 'work' with the children of these unions. I shudder to think how or what they would say. I'm fairly religious in my own way, but when a particular religion tries foisting its values onto a diverse nation (like that ass George Pell or all those mad US fundamentalists) I get really really worried. Go, secular humanism! Go, separation of church and state!

And... go, Casey!