The more weddings I attend, the more I am convinced my theory is correct. My theory is this - someone is sprinkling invisible happy dust over the guests. I haven't worked out who this someone is yet. Maybe it's an invisible guest? Or perhaps the best man or bridesmaid are responsible for the purchasing of the dust? While suit and dress fittings are carried out, the happy powder is purchased. Although I have been a bridesmaid three times and not purchased any myself. Could it be that while I was breathing in and looking away, another bridesmaid took it upon herself to collect this miracle powder?
For you have to admit, there is something about a wedding. It doesn't matter how awful your day / week / year has been, or how cynical you are towards two people exchanging vows to stay together forever, you can't help beaming at the bride and groom, and perhaps even wiping a little tear from your eye. As the day / evening progresses you find yourself merrily chatting away to random strangers, exchanging life stories. All shyness and grumpiness have been discarded with the champagne corks.
And when that music starts, despite having two left feet and the rhythm of an elephant sprayed with itching powder, you find yourself throwing all sorts of strange shapes to the sounds of Abba and Wham! and screaming the words at the top of your voice. Even if you're singing the wrong words and you're completely out of tune, it doesn't matter because the stranger next to you is doing the same. And you are allowed to do this, as you are at a wedding and the invisible happy dust has now covered the dance floor.
I suppose the free drink helps ones inhibitions and contributes to these feelings.
Saturday evening I had my fair share of happy dust. I continually beamed at the groom and the groom (yep, it was a same sex ceremony) in their matching kilts. I spoke to people I had never met before as if we'd known each other for years, telling them far too much information about myself and vice versa. I spun around on the dance floor until I felt giddy and sick, and very nearly fell over (my friend did). And the next day my throat was feeling very sore and sorry for itself due to all that singing / screaming and exchanging life stories.
I thoroughly enjoyed myself, and by the looks on the other guests faces, they too were having the time of their life.
We waved the happy couple off on their tractor at the end of the night. They were off to the woods to spend the night in a tent. How romantic!
My friend and I zig-zagged across a field back to her house, completely oblivious of the fact we were going the wrong way at one point, and that it was quite dangerous for two girls to be walking across a field in the pitch dark. My friend fell over again, I very nearly fell over again, and we got scratched and bitten all over the place. Plus the sheep scared the living daylights out of us. "I'm sure that sheep sounded human," I remember saying in a slightly nervous voice. But it was fine, as the invisible happy dust had yet to wear off.
Pictures of the day:
The home-made memory box and card.
The cake made of cheese. Delicious. I had a huge slice of this one.
The wedding cake.
Off on their tractor.