The Wedding

This weeked I went to the wedding of one of my oldest friends in Sandwich. I had been a bit apprehensive just because I had a vision of it being a tad pretentious. Not because of the people who were getting married just because it was a wedding in general and I thought that was the point of weddings.

I also knew that it would involve seeing parents of old school friends and coming out to a bunch more people that I couldn't really be bothered with.

But instead, it wasn't about me, it was surprisingly enough about the couple getting married. It was the perfect day. I drove down with three other friends, got changed into our morning suits and sat in the church. It was the hottest day of the year so far and everyone was waving their programmes like we were in some Baptist church in the Deep South. I half expected someone to collapse in the aisle after being touched by God or perhaps more likely being overly de-hydrated.

As soon as the bride walked down the aisle, I surprised myself and began to cry. Sadly not the only time it happened that day.

We then moved to the bride's parent's garden and had drinks and dinner. There was then a speech where I cried again as the groom ran out of words to describe his new wife.

Later on they drove along the beach in her father's Aston Martin, with the sun slowly setting and everyone waving them off.

So, what I have learned is that not only do I want to get married in a church but I also want to get married to a girl so she can wear a lovely dress. Guys' suits are so borning.

Does that sound complex enough?