An Irish wedding
Oh dear. Feeling very sorry for ourselves at the moment. We were warned about Irish weddings and oh my lord it exceeded all expectations!
Phil and Alex tied the knot in county Kildare over the weekend. We left the silver baron (ie: our super renault station wagon) in Barcelona to catch flight over to Dublin. Was very excited to catch up with friends who flew in that day from oz so of course we hit the town for a few guinnesses(?). Also managed to catch up with Denise and Don, Irish guys we met in Bolivia, as well as a few of Dave's old Irish mates he hadn't seen in 5 yrs before heading out to county Kildare for the wedding celebrations.
The ceremony was held in a tiny little church in the middle of a field. Bride looked beautiful of course and I loved the bridesmaids' dresses and flowers. Alex failed to mention that the reception in a 'tent out in her backyard' was actually a gigantic white marquee (tent) in the middle of thousands of acres complete with a private lake and road, racing horses, a race track, stables, a collection of sports cars and an enormous bright pink mansion (her backyard).
Celebrations went on for 2 days and in typical irish fashion we drank and danced like there was no tomorrow. The 600 bottles of vintage champagne and open bar helped us think we were ace dancers and we flapped around like wild geese with the irish dance troupe and the 4 bands. The harpist/pianist was sobering for a moment though and I'm sure I saw her talking to a plant before performing.
So, now we are well and truly suffering a hangover and there's no way we're touching alcohol while back here in Barcelona for the next few days. Although, while here I should have a little cava with my tapas.......
PS. I forgot! Alex caught Dave in the church looking very bored during the ceremony. Actually, he was trying to look serious which didn't help the fact that he'd been tricked into telling Alex's sister that Alex looked older.
Phil and Alex tied the knot in county Kildare over the weekend. We left the silver baron (ie: our super renault station wagon) in Barcelona to catch flight over to Dublin. Was very excited to catch up with friends who flew in that day from oz so of course we hit the town for a few guinnesses(?). Also managed to catch up with Denise and Don, Irish guys we met in Bolivia, as well as a few of Dave's old Irish mates he hadn't seen in 5 yrs before heading out to county Kildare for the wedding celebrations.
The ceremony was held in a tiny little church in the middle of a field. Bride looked beautiful of course and I loved the bridesmaids' dresses and flowers. Alex failed to mention that the reception in a 'tent out in her backyard' was actually a gigantic white marquee (tent) in the middle of thousands of acres complete with a private lake and road, racing horses, a race track, stables, a collection of sports cars and an enormous bright pink mansion (her backyard).
Celebrations went on for 2 days and in typical irish fashion we drank and danced like there was no tomorrow. The 600 bottles of vintage champagne and open bar helped us think we were ace dancers and we flapped around like wild geese with the irish dance troupe and the 4 bands. The harpist/pianist was sobering for a moment though and I'm sure I saw her talking to a plant before performing.
So, now we are well and truly suffering a hangover and there's no way we're touching alcohol while back here in Barcelona for the next few days. Although, while here I should have a little cava with my tapas.......
PS. I forgot! Alex caught Dave in the church looking very bored during the ceremony. Actually, he was trying to look serious which didn't help the fact that he'd been tricked into telling Alex's sister that Alex looked older.
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