What a wicked weekend! Finally I am starting to feel like myself again! So much fun, alcohol and emotion all in the one weekend can't be too good for anyone. Still I had an excellent, relaxing time, and am glad I made the effort to go up there. I have turned into one of those people who cry at weddings! Oh dear.
So I flew up to Maroochydore on Friday arrived early afternoon and headed straight to our 'rainforest retreat' in our little hire car. It was a gorgeous setting, and the cabins weren't too bad either. Friday I just chilled, Zorb, Liz and Nancy went straight back to the coast to check out the beach, but I'd had enough of being couped up travelling so stayed behind and chilled in the forest. Hung out with Mark and Ian, met Ricci's parents and finally ended up at the pub later in the afternoon to enjoy a schooner or 2 with Mark whilst loving the view from the pub balcony & the company I had the fortune of sharing.
Then as night approached and the build up to the Saturday wedding upped a notch, it was back to the hotel for the first 'dinner' of the weekend. We ended up awake until 2am talking & drinking with the other guests about the impending nuptials, how we knew the bride & groom and of course the other obligatory pissed up conversations that you tend to have after a few too many beers.
Saturday I planned a walk through the forest, but being a rainforest it did just that, and although the rain was gorgeous to look at, plus it was still warm, I didn't fancy walking around in it as leaches and other bugs dropped from the canopy to infest me. Instead I sat on the porch with some classical music having a chat with Ian and Mark, and then to the hotel pool for a quick dip - in my bathers - although the 'boys' did invite me to join them in their nakedness. Then a nap before the biggest moment of my friends lives.
Liz and I ducked into Nambour to collect a few necessities for the night ahead - the makings of martinis, vodka drinks, beer and a few personal bits 'n' pieces. I have never been in such a more boring or annoying town. Layed out in a most unhelpful way, what should have been no more than an hour?s trip took us two! So it was rush, rush, rush when we got back so that we wouldn't miss the ceremony.
And this is the bit where I had to cry. Oh they were so beautiful, the sentiments so sincere, and the love of everyone there palpable! It's so heartening to see that kind of love and hope. Ahhh... So the ceremony lasted about 1/2 an hour and then it was off up the hill to the marque where the reception was.
The beginning of the night was the usual wedding stuff - buffet meal, speeches (Mark had stressed all week about his but it went quite well, and all was enjoyed) and chocolate wedding cake. All the while I was trotting back and forth from my cabin (just across from the marque) to refill my glass with vodka and grapefruit juice, or some other deliciousness. By the time that the speeches and all the other obligatory wedding stuff were done and the oldies had begun to retire, I was pretty tanked. Half an hour or so after that I was completely wankered and Mark had gone missing. I went to find him and where was he but in the bridal suite - sleeping in the wedding bed!! So I cantilevered him off the mattress, got to the toppling point and fell off the bed backwards, hit my head on the corner of the counter and began yowling that I had hurt myself quite badly. Finally Mark decided to wake up and gave a quick check of my noggin and declared 'I can't see anything - stop being a drama queen'. Incensed at this I stood up - quite wobbly on my feet at this point - told him to get fucked and stormed out of the room back to the marque where I promptly lay down on the floor.... Messy girl.
Someone kindly helped me off the floor and back to my cabin, but no one was there, not wanting to miss out on the whole night, or leave my bag, camera and other belongings in the marque I made my way back. Only to forget why I had gone back when I arrived and to lie down on the floor again. So this time Mark helped me back to our cabin, and by this stage I was starting to feel quite sick, and look a little green. This is where it turns into hearsay as I don't remember quite all of what happened after that point. Somehow I ended up naked and hucking in the garden out the front of the cabin, with Mark behind me, also naked, holding me up by my hips and chest while I hucked. The people in the cabin walked past at quite the opportune time to see me in all my naked glory, and Mark in his....
Whilst being sick my hand had gotten in the way so I insisted on having a shower. I do remember Mark saying that he didn't want me to, he didn't mind a spewy hand, but would mind a girlfriend with her eye poked out, or hole bashed in her head from falling over drunk. However being quite obstinate when drunk I got my own way and sat on the bottom of the shower with the warm water washing over me for some time.
Whilst stumbling from the shower back to our room we again gave the ideal opportunity to others to catch a little more than a glimpse of us naked yet again.... Ah the joys of too much drink!
The next morning I found that I'd had a leach pulled off my back, given almost everyone there a good look at me in a most compromising position, and apparently been quite good entertainment for the rest of the stragglers that night. Still as I woke still drunk the next morning I didn't have it in me to hang my head in shame and laughed along with the rest of them about my drunken antics. I haven't been that drunk in at least 6 years! Not that that's a good thing.
Still it was a good weekend, a beautiful wedding and a joyous celebration of two of my favourite people declaring their undying love for one another.