Well i’ve posted the pictures from Kieran and Julia’s wedding on facebook. I did this because they involve a lot of people who I very much doubt look here. However they are public pics so on the off-chance you don’t have a facebook, you can view them here. However I only posted a selection of the ga-zillion photos I took, so you special blog-lovers can view them all in their entirety HERE. Or click on Heather’s photo Albums on the right. But I warn you – there are like 200 of them, so not for the faint-hearted. There are plenty more photos from Poland and I hope to put them up here in the next few days. Mind you I can’t even tell you how much time it took me to do that, what with facebook and my computer having major issues. I had to upload and comment 3 times. THREE TIMES.
Anyway. There is 2 hours I will never have back. Sorry boys. Mumma has blog-fans.
The wedding was awesome. Just beautiful. Julia looked stunning; Kezza was most dapper.... for a while. Then the Vodka took over in a night that can only be recalled in flashes. But it was such a good night, so many lovely friends doing shots together. After a mix up with death camp buses on the Friday before the wedding Buff, Mez, Stu and I found ourselves kicking about beautiful Krakow for most of that day. The first beer was with lunch and I thus found myself a bit tender (literally) the next morning. To the point where I dragged Stu of for a McPierogi. This gave me only 45 minutes to get ready which was not great considering my slow pace. After a disaster with all things hair, I opted for the shower and go option which saw Mez and Buff furiously bobby-pinning and lacquering my hair throughout festivities. I danced around the world with Lachy and toasted ‘D’Australia’ more than I like to admit. I slept on the bus back into town, cried because I lost my phone and passed out at 4am. I then woke up at 7am and endured 8 hours of transit hell. HELL. All Buffy and I could do in our booze cloud was sleep as we got prodded along queues, wedged into tiny seats and deal with people being difficult. Buffy had started a bit earlier than I on the vodka and spent much of the flight worshipping the porcelain gods. On a plane. In turbulence. Perhaps her worst day ever. But we lived to tell the tales, and what tales are they!
so much fun!
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I think it should be mentioned that I had a COLD shower and washed my hair and shaved legs in freezing COLD shower the day of the wedding. Maybe the most brutal but effective hangover cure ever.
ReplyDeleteI am lamenting the bottle of Polish vodka I left on the floor of our apartment. Looking back though, there was NO WAY I was able to travel knowing the poison that had almost KILLED ME the night before was in my suitcase. Now? I could TOTALLY drink that shiz!
ReplyDeleteSunday was the worst day ever. EVER. I keep telling myself that one day...ONE DAY...I will be able to look back and laugh.
Maybe.