...to fall down at your door..

The madness of the December season is almost drawing to a close.

Weddings, the last minute shopping (which I am about to get around to after I've ended my rant here). It's a rollercoaster month, which is rather weird, but makes sense at the same time. Opponents in the legal profession tend to be kinder, colleagues becoming friendlier (and all smiles) during this period, there's just this bloody something about the month of December. The Christmas magic perhaps?

I remember this conversation I had with a certain someone over coffee, whilst his would be bride (at the time) was off shopping nearby, where instead of the display of pre-wedding jitters or revelling in melancholia of the pending doom of his bachelorhood, revealed a very focused person, who even had the audacity (not in the bad sense, of course) to give me a tip or two on finding (keeping?) the right person. Elementary no doubt, but to a guy who can't even bring himself to hold his girlfriends' hands in public, any advise is most welcome.

That talk stuck to my head till this day, and it even made perfect sense during the big day itself, of which yours truly had the honour of playing a small part in (despite my clocking up hours playing the piano/synths in various church services/functions), it was the first, to actually play for someone's wedding (more so, for someone you care about).

It is good to have friends, and to witness the people that helped out with the wedding, the decorations, the rehearsals, the love and joy they put in (despite the hours spent) and it was indeed a poignant moment when the wedding march was instead replaced by my favourite song of all time by The Proclaimers..I was all calm and composed witnessing my friend pledging her life and destiny to the man of her choice, until THAT song came on, which made me a bit glassy-eyed (hughhh...controlling the welling up tears). Inspired choice.

Of course there was this awkward moment when the happy couple were introduced as Mister and Missus Dee, but I guess that can only be attributed to the good reverend's speech impediment (no insult intended whatsoever).

Sorry, can't tell you what was told to me over the coffee earlier. I would need to see it for myself whether it would work just as well, for me.

Anyway, all that aside, congratulations you... Excellent choice for a husband. Any bloke who revels in late 80s/early 90s stuff is indeed marriage material and has my seal of approval (not as if it was needed anyway)

The man definitely knows his music.