This isn't going to be deep, it's not going to be meaningful, it's not going to make you think. This is an account of one of the best weekends I've ever had. ENJOY!
So, it starts on Wednesday afternoon (early weekend start!). Picked up my suit, picked up my newly fixed guitar, and got to my brother (The Groom)'s house. A good night. Chilling, talking, taking the piss, playing silly computer games, few beers. Magic. What a night!
Thursday arrived and we were up with the birds! Travel to the wonderful place they call The Briars to pick up my little brother (The 2nd Best-Man...and don't take this to mean that I am a better Best-Man or indeed a better man at all). Got home to pack, pick up the Groom and hit the road! Travel down to Shropshire and the AMAZING Albrighton Hall Hotel and Spa. Check in, a few beers (for those of us not driving..not me!) and off to Broseley for the rehearsal! An hour later and we're heading back..via McDonalds...Seámus was there so that's not a huge surprise! Then we started on the beer...Bed at 3am on the morning of the Wedding...
Friday dawns and we were all up. The Best-Men (on orders from the Grooms Mother) wake the Groom and get him fed. Then to the Pool and Jacuzzi to try and drown him a little. He puts up a good fight bless him. Let's not forget He's quite scrawny now. So, suits on, Shades on, and off to the Wedding! Arriving in Broseley the nerves hit home. Marky was pacing, looking pale, and fretting over the little details (not helped by the fact that all of his ushers were late....in step the Best-Men. Disaster Averted). So, we make our way to the front and wait...and wait...and she turned up! The Babies did the walk very wel and I could see their parents and aunts, uncles and grand-parents were SO proud! Then, the curtain pulls back and there she is. Followed by a perfectly timed shoulder pat from his 2 best-men and the Groom is welling up. What a lovely service! 2 'Sister-Churches' (a lovely phrase used by Fr Mike) joined here also as the Farrel contingent brought their own Priest to the proceedings (sponsored by whatever watch he chose to wear that day..the flash git), Fr Paul. So...Mark and Louise Farrell are now married.
TO THE RECEPTION! Wonderful food, wonderful service (Seriously, my sister Donna had to take little Lukey to the loo. At which point the Maitre D instructed a waitress to remove their food and keep it warm. That's quality!), wonderful company! Then...the infamous speeches!
I now have a meeting so I will continue later....
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