Best mate got married to a Scottish lass at the weekend and I have to say it was one of the best days I can recall.
A fresh November day in Aberdeen would probably not be my first choice when picking a day to tryout wearing a kilt but after the first five mins outside you get used to the breeze and they are remarkably warm.
The Groom was remarkably relaxed in the vestry beforehand, joking with the vicar as I repeatedly checked the rings were in my waistcoat pocket.
The Bride was fashionably late but not as late as the Bridesmaids who's driver had taken the long way round. Much watch checking by myself and joking about at what time does this cease to be funny.
The ceremony was lovely, as were the Bridesmaids and little flower girls, the latter of which despite not really knowing what was going on were loving the attention.
Back to a country house for the reception. Canapes included little deep fried Haggis', another first for me but will definitely be on the menu at chez pondlife in the future.
I remained discreetly sober prior to speeches as there is (IMHO) nothing worse than some pissy slurring his speech. Fortunately they were before the meal which was a huge relief.
The Brides' father's speech was touching and depleted my tissue stash as the Bride and her entourage started streaming. The Groom was also equally endearing with his words. I (nervously) recannted my heavily practised anecdotes of growing up with the groom. Nothing lewd or offensive, just amusing stories that everyone who knows him would get.
So after my words were spoken and the laughter (thankfully!) had subsided I could relax a little.
After the meal, the tradditional the first dance. Boyo had clearly done his homework. This was followed by the Grand March and a squeeze of the hand from the Brides' sister reassured that all had gone well. As everyone was now on the dancefloor the band started the first of the evening's ceilidh "stripping the willow" type dances.
Now I knew this was coming and any sort of "set step" dancing fills me with dread but this was fun. Being hauled 180 degrees by elegantly turned out farmer's daughters is a new experience and one to be relished.
Watching the fireworks with mulled wine followed by "stovies" was a great break halfway through the evening.
All in all, it was a fantastic day and one I will not soon forget. There is something about weddings (especially if you're part of the main group) that brings out the best in people. My shoulders are still sore from all the back slapping and bear hugs from people I didn't know beforehand. I checked earlier this evening and there are some 300+ pics on facethingy already and the number of 'x' is now friends with whomever has pushed the usual dross updates off the page.
I just thought I'd post this as a refreshing change from the usual miserable carp we read on here.
Happy days!
A fresh November day in Aberdeen would probably not be my first choice when picking a day to tryout wearing a kilt but after the first five mins outside you get used to the breeze and they are remarkably warm.
The Groom was remarkably relaxed in the vestry beforehand, joking with the vicar as I repeatedly checked the rings were in my waistcoat pocket.
The Bride was fashionably late but not as late as the Bridesmaids who's driver had taken the long way round. Much watch checking by myself and joking about at what time does this cease to be funny.
The ceremony was lovely, as were the Bridesmaids and little flower girls, the latter of which despite not really knowing what was going on were loving the attention.
Back to a country house for the reception. Canapes included little deep fried Haggis', another first for me but will definitely be on the menu at chez pondlife in the future.
I remained discreetly sober prior to speeches as there is (IMHO) nothing worse than some pissy slurring his speech. Fortunately they were before the meal which was a huge relief.
The Brides' father's speech was touching and depleted my tissue stash as the Bride and her entourage started streaming. The Groom was also equally endearing with his words. I (nervously) recannted my heavily practised anecdotes of growing up with the groom. Nothing lewd or offensive, just amusing stories that everyone who knows him would get.
So after my words were spoken and the laughter (thankfully!) had subsided I could relax a little.
After the meal, the tradditional the first dance. Boyo had clearly done his homework. This was followed by the Grand March and a squeeze of the hand from the Brides' sister reassured that all had gone well. As everyone was now on the dancefloor the band started the first of the evening's ceilidh "stripping the willow" type dances.
Now I knew this was coming and any sort of "set step" dancing fills me with dread but this was fun. Being hauled 180 degrees by elegantly turned out farmer's daughters is a new experience and one to be relished.
Watching the fireworks with mulled wine followed by "stovies" was a great break halfway through the evening.
All in all, it was a fantastic day and one I will not soon forget. There is something about weddings (especially if you're part of the main group) that brings out the best in people. My shoulders are still sore from all the back slapping and bear hugs from people I didn't know beforehand. I checked earlier this evening and there are some 300+ pics on facethingy already and the number of 'x' is now friends with whomever has pushed the usual dross updates off the page.
I just thought I'd post this as a refreshing change from the usual miserable carp we read on here.
Happy days!
That's what happens when you post after a long weekend of indulgence.
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