One of my most beloved cousins got married on Sunday. A flippin’ deeply romantic wedding. Set on rolling green hills in front of a dam. White blankets and bottles of champers on the lawn. Fairy lights and candles everywhere. The bridegroom, my cuz, swallowing back the emotion of seeing his love in her lovely vintage dress. A day filled with a real sense that two people who really dig each other were getting hitched for all the right reasons. They even said their own vows and they didn’t suck*. They held each others hands the whole evening. And every person in the room** cried in the speeches. Sounds trite and vomit-worthy when I type it, but it was astoundingly beautiful and I was rather sad that I didn’t have LB by my side to gaze adoringly at during the squishy bits.
But in amongst the hearts and romance I had to laugh. Who should be there, but the Seth. Seth is the stage name of a local Cape Town blogger boy who styles himself as a bit of an international lothario/Camps Bay playboy. He’s got a bit of a reputation, but a wicked sense of humour, so is forgiven.
His blog often runs sightings of a tall blonde oke called the TBG. Who, as my excellent luck would have it, was the EmCee…he and his lovely missus gave a crackingly hilarious welcome speech about plagues*** and White Wine Monsters****, which is why he does indeed appear to be holding a piece of paper with the word “FROGS” written on it.
The bloggosphere is ever smaller. *cackle*
*Anything that mentions being “your partner in mischief” gets my vote
**’kay, twas more like a large tent
***their first venue got washed away in a flood, their second nearly got burnt down. Acts of god anyone?
****that thing what rears its head after a couple of glass of cold sauv blanc. Another act of god!