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Two weekends have passed by since I posted last, I could tell you I needed a rest last week from all the strenuous typing but I’m guessing you wouldn’t believe me. Hell, I wouldn’t believe me either.

The two weekends seem to have been split into categories, one for weddings, the other for bbq’s.

The first one had myself, Gavin and the enigmatic PJ all standing up in front of a crowd, wearing suits and getting PJ to say, “I do”. It took a bit of effort though, he disappeared for a bit just before the ceremony and didn’t return. We thought he might have gotten stuck somewhere but it turned out he was just out at the car. Lucky.

Overall it was a great ceremony, I looked fantastic, Gav did too, his bald spot wasn’t showing, Paul looked ok. Might have been the tie. He said his vows, had a bit of a cry (so did Gavin. Pussy), and then said I will or won’t or something-or-other to that effect. They kissed and it was all over.

The reception was an amusing affair, with the standard mook table being rowdy and generally disruptive. The only way it should be. We all did a bit of drinking, dancing and above all had a great time watching two friends get married or something to that effect. After all that I ended up in Kieran’s room of all things. We stayed up playing soccer on Nick’s PS2, quite noisily and definitely not in keeping with the upper classness of the hotel we were in. Oh well, shit happens.

Paul and Kylie are making journal updates in the wiki area while on their honeymoon, have a look here for fairly inconsistent updates.

The following day had me barrelling up the freeway to Echunga doing “some” km/h and enjoying the relative quietness of it all and wondering at the same time, why don’t people have weddings in normal places in the middle of the city somewhere? That particular day’s wedding was for another good friend of mine, Lindsay. He and his fiance Biddy tied the proverbial knot and another nice ceremony run by the same celebrant who ran PJ and Kylies. I was going to heckle from the back with comments about how I’d heard it all yesterday and she needed to get new material but it may have been in bad taste. I would have laughed though and that’s what’s important.

Again, another reception, two in a row to be exact left me a little jaded with the whole thing. I’m all wedding’d out, I don’t need to attend anymore for a while now. So please, if you’re planning on getting married in the next few months and you want me to come along, cheers, but I need a rest.

I need to single someone out here, some know my good friend Mark, best man to Lindsay at his wedding, well even if you don’t you can still sledge, his girlfriend reads the site. He was best man, he did a stand up job until the reception came around, what is the best man supposed to do at the reception? Toast to the bridesmaids and, most importantly, embarrass the groom with tales of his juvenile past. This was not to happen because after being given the option of not doing a speech, he took the soft option. Soft.

After watching two sets of friends be tied together with rings forged from some unearthly material which binds them together in matrimonial and financial unity I have come to the conclusion that I don’t have a desire to get married just yet. Its a good thing too because I’m missing a vital ingredient, someone to get married to. However, I digress, I would prefer to travel some more, move around a bit more and see a few things I haven’t had the chance to before I commit to something as important and clearly life changing as marriage.

Same goes for kid’s too, my contribution to mankind is to not procreate. It might not turn out for the best.

Anyway, the BBQ weekend is up next, but thats a story for tomorrow. It has swimming, sausages, spicy meat patties combined with some of the hottest sauces ever consumed by man. Made by lucifer himself in the fires of hell and then bottled and sold for $2.95 a piece. A real bargain.

Come back later for more stuff.