I had a couple of days off last week in preparation for my friend's wedding. I was honestly delighted to be invited to her wedding - we'd been at school together, and even though we had a small year group I didn't consider that I had a huge amount of close friends. So when the invite arrived I was really excited to be part of this celebration in her life.
I had my hair, nails and teeth done for the event - I had my teeth whitened again, nothing major! But I really didn't plan what I was going to wear or anything particularly special. All I knew was that my hotel was booked, I was driving up to Elgin with Tracy and we had to be at the wedding reception by 7pm. Easy peasy.
It got to Saturday, I picked Tracy up on the way back from the appointment for my teeth, and once I got into the flat I began throwing things (literally) into Sean's sports bag. Three dresses were taken, two different pairs of heels, three different necklaces, a host of other bits of jewellery - I gave up trying to decide what make-up to take and what to leave and so just packed it all!
It was a fairly smooth three hour drive up to Elgin, unfortunately we were staying at different hotels and worst off, our hotels were a good 20 minute drive from Rothes - where the wedding reception was being held. We arrived at our hotels with only a short hour and half to get showered and ready. I know there is a common joke about women taking ages to get ready but when you have to shower, cool down, dry your hair, cool down, straighten your hair, cool down, get your make-up on and all the challenges that has - then I had to pop out, drive to Tracy's hotel to pick her up, get back to my hotel and decide which dress to wear. Tottering down the stairs and into our taxi, with our talkative driver John, we then headed to the reception - Tracy had convinced me not to drive so I could have a drink, we both regretted this decision as soon as the taxi counter ticked over £15, finishing on the grand total of £25 for one way... Ouch.
Apart from Tracy and myself, three of the bridesmaids were girls we'd both gone to school with - Fiona, Bryony and Mary-Ann, and a host of our old school teachers were there, including Mrs Bluett - our French teacher, Miss Losty - our Chemistry teacher, Dr Moiser - our RE teacher, Mrs Saunders - our English teacher and finally, Matron. It was a reunion and a half!
Thankfully we are all well rehearsed in answering the age old question, "So Sophie, what're you doing at the moment?" or any of it's equivalents. I have a perfect answer for this nowadays, it leaves no room for further queries or questions and it sounds very impressive. Little do they know...
We partied till 1am, and as soon as the band finished we tottered off back to our hotels - another £25 taxi ride. How old does that make us sound?