We went to Mark's sister's fabulous wedding in Mexico, her hubby CB is gorgeous.
Bit pissed the night before we left so just opened our suitcases on the bottom floor, near the front door (ease of egress) and threw some stuff in from the top of the staircase.
Mark had to buy clothes when he got to LA, he'd just brought undies and jumpers;
I managed to bring my ugg boots and not too many matching shoes. Lucky I've only got dress up clothes.
You never look crook in Mexico.
Made for some interesting outfits. Sweaty lamb skin boots are not ideal in Mexico in May, mind you no one else was wearing them,..... tell you something?
The wedding was hysterical, and beautiful. Like Mama Mia but better. Singing was better too, curtesy of Glenn Shorrock, Louise knows flash people.
The priest couldn't get Louise's name right. I was matron of dishonour and was standing behind her.
He called her, Louis, Louie, Louisa. I totally got the giggles, the fourth time he called her Louie (was this the first gay marriage in Mexico?) I turned around to the gang behind and sort of whispered "Who the fuck's Louie?'
It really was the most magical wedding. So far so good with Louie/Louis/Louisa and CB
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