Day 9 - Perth (Australia) - The Wedding!

DID SOMEONE SAY WEDDING? Perhaps staying out to midnight the day before, drinking at a micro brewery for 12 hours isn't the best wedding preparation, but it worked for us! An early start was required - not because of an early wedding, but because of our fantastic organisational skills. I was up selecting music for the reception and trying to organise a stereo that a) would play music from our media player and b) worked with a microphone and c) came a little closer to keeping DJ Tarquin happy ;-) DJ Tarquin came through with the goods with something that meet all three (and I politely declined his offer of drum and bass music). Yen was whisked off for the beauty production line leaving Brett and myself to finish our speeches (in Brett's case, come up with more dirt). Before you knew it was early afternoon - time for Brett, Tash and myself to head to the church and setup some nibblies to keep the hordes happy while we had happy snaps after the wedding. As any married couple will tell you it's a blur... before you knew it I was in the church and Yen was coming down the aisle (on time despite a traffic accident causing havok). I'll admit here (but deny in person) that when I saw Yen enter the church I almost had a teary. Before you knew it we were being attacked by terrorists with confetti and shaking more hands than a politician. Yen did a quick change into a chinese dress for a Tea Ceremony which I think was a great blend of cultures (and good for everyone to sticky beak at). Before you could say "I do" we were whisked off for photos (apparently they managed to make us two mugs scrub up ok). Judy didn't buy my suggestion for some intimate poses on a tiger skin rug in my Y fronts (stay tuned). The blur continued to blur and we found ourselves at Zamia Cafe where 4.5 hours (270 minutes) divided by 80 people equals a grand total of 3 minutes 22 seconds per person... but everyone enjoyed themselves (and were probably glad they didn't have to hear another 3 minutes 22 seconds of my bad jokes). As the clock struck 11pm we scampered like mice... taxi to the Pagoda hotel (slipping through the police drag net in Kings Park, on the hunt for baddies or a lost donut)... and... Yen promptly tested out the pillow. She made up for it by ordering me pizza the next morning which I ate in the spa (watching pieces of sausage gently float past). And that is how not to organise a wedding in 18 months (but we enjoyed it and we hoped you did too). Fini, from Mr and Mrs Shattock ;-) (p.s. No, Yen is still holding out on the surname).
LESSON FOR THE DAY: Treasure each 3 minutes and 22 seconds.