Much like the house of Montugue & Copulet in the eyes of Shakespear did I see Two Star Crossed Lovers meet to wed on the night of 29/09/11/. We were late, as is per usual for Dusan, having sat and waited for him for an hour. But we caught the train to Essex and waited for our taxi. How was we to know that there was an alochol ban in the city centre. The police officer made us dispose of our drink and feel a wee bit guilty!
Taxi bound we made our way with three minutes to spare, only to be met with a delay by the registrar, we were held up in the West room, a fabulous blue room while they found a spare registrar. If I had to name her, I would call her BOB. Big Old Bird! For some reason the registrar couldnt marry us alone, her job was to grafiti while the super intertendant registrar did the Will the, will though. WTF!
When the ceromony finished, our Megan, looking gorgeous as ever, one couldnt help but feel the friction in the air. What was wrong? But you could tell by the two and fro that something was not right. As we took photos of the loving couple, something wasnt right. As we left the room, something was happening. The last I heard was, "Ere, how did you get your dress and shoes to match"? Clearly some of us have class....the reply ... well fists clenched and girls called for their man, as we fled by the nearest door. If in doubt, run for cover!
Dusan asked can we leave? But we stayed for a while. Gill picked us up and we went to the reception. Montugue & Copulet aside, it felt like there was going to be a drive by shooting at anytime, but the tension was there... and I just wish princess the very best! And I wish I her the happy ever after..... so until then, lets sleep xxx
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