i called a taxi because i was almost unable to stand and *had* to get home stat. it had been a big night. part of a big weekend. and i was exhausted.



i was at AL’s farewell. she is going to japan on tuesday to teach english for a year. she is the best storyteller i know. i hope she tells her students some of her stories. they’ll love them.

rewind a couple of hours and i was at the wedding of the century. julia and paul’s wedding. well the cocktail party element of the wedding…. cheers…

the party was superb. minimal speeches. maximum mingling. and i even got to talk to steve maharey, minster of a whole heap of stuff. i said steve, you’re one of my public sector heroes. now that we have finally met i can tick you off my list. he said i made his night. right back atcha i thought. there are photos but you know i don’t like to put photos up of people unless i have their express (or implied) permission.

helena gave her permission. see…



the bride wore a beautiful beautiful beautiful white dress, quite possibly from voon. white with red flowers. i wore my cleavage dress. hrc wore heels. it was quite the party.

rewind a couple of hours and i was at the beach party of the year. the midwinter swim. i didn’t swim because i had done my hair for the wedding and to redo it post swim would have taken hours. i was not prepared for the hastle. the midwinter swim was fun. there was great food, as always. and heaps and heaps of random people. i love random people. after some mulled wine i started telling senior people from my work how a hug from me is the greatest thing they could imagine and if they sent me presents through internal mail they would find out just how awesome.

speaking of awesome … strongerlight is awesome. for a number of reasons but mostly because she was my chauffer. driving me to the swim. and then driving me to the wedding. for very little reward. maybe i’ll hug her later. the hugs i give are amazing.


rewind a day and i was at the dinner element of the wedding of the century eating delicious french food at bastille. my favourite french restaurant. i was in my black red and white outfit number two. and had borrowed the ex-internet dater’s accessories.


i really had to dress up for the dinner. i had been to the wedding ceremony itself a few hours earlier in my jeans from farmers and had been so extremely underdressed. helena was wearing faux fur for goodness sake.

i have started to get teary at weddings. and this was no exception. at the registry office there are two parts to your vows. the first you say that there is no legal impediment to you marrying the other person. this part is very procedural and who could get choked up over process. but the second part is where you say that you take this man to be your husband or whaterver. i don’t remember the exact words because i was too busy fighting the tears. i’m a heartless bearch, i’m not meant to cry at weddings. it would have ruined my rep. i’m not even sure why i cried. i think it is to do with how it is a big deal to want to spend your life with someone and how it is so amazing that anyone ever feels that way. and how great it is that these people do.

anyway, i’m happily tired now. having spent the morning in bed nursing a hangover. not necessarily from all the campari and soda i drank. it is more that i’m coming down from a very sociable and exciting couple of days. i mean there were even more events than these here mentioned, but i don’t have photos of them so they can’t be real. plus my readers don’t deserve details. they hardly ever comment on my blog.