The formal whatsits

So, did I men­tion that the cake was gluten-free chocol­ate bour­bon cake with rasp­berry butter cream and fond­ant icing? I did? How about that it looked this amaz­ing, was on ser­i­ously short notice, tasted deli­cious and didn’t cost a for­tune? Bewitch­ing Eleg­ance. Diane. Incred­ible woman.

“This is a knife’ “Okay, honey, you can stop talk­ing now. We know the cake’s gluten-free. Can I cut it yet? Huh? Can I?”

“Care­ful, honey, if you touch the bottom, you have to kiss the nearest boy.” “I do? Oh, damn’

“One hour, 52 minutes’ – Lars’ estim­ate of how long it took for Doug to kiss someone who wasn’t me. Appar­ently he had a bet run­ning with Mike (stand­ing next to him). Mike won. Sylvan is amused.

This is appar­ently an Amer­ican tra­di­tion: stuff wed­ding cake into each others’ mouths as rap­idly as pos­sible. Tasty!

“No fair! You gave me back some’ “My work here is done’

We did actu­ally provide a healthy alternative.

“I know I left my glasses some­where…” Um, Doug, they’re up here!

And the dance. We’re tacky souls but I won’t give away the song because we’re using it again for the Aus­tralian cere­mony. It’s been “our song” for a while now. Nata­sha gave us a shot of this in black and white too but I wanted you to see the cool hair jewel in colour

So then, the dan­cing took off… kinda. It was very min­imal. There were maybe five of us at any one time.

But we had fun. And so did the couch pota­toes (this is Ken, the part­ner of my friend Barb. Yes, Ken and Barbie. And yes, they intro­duce them­selves that way.)

And finally, for those who’ve made it this far, a reward. This is Sabine. She’s Mike’s part­ner. She’s the won­der­ful woman who cleaned the kit­chen. That’s Lars in the back­ground of the kit­chen. I’m not entirely cer­tain if this is before or after they cleaned the kitchen.

“Look! It says it’s all nat­ural and based on honey, so it must be safe’ “Argh! Now I will eat you all’