Mary's Big Day

At least there's someone out there more stressed than me today, with all Denmark and Australia watching to make sure she doesn't fall out of her frock. Damit, woman, steal my thunder!

Truth be told, I'm not at all stressed about tomorrow. It's all the Queensland humidity. Making my brain slow. When people say, "So, are you excited?" my response is usually, "Ohhhh, yeaaaaaaah?"

Everything is organised, dress is altered, tan accomplished, most of the guests have arrived, the only thing missing is the babies (uh, did I say that?). I'm a bit nervous, but no more than any other bride-to-be. It's helped that I've kept busy with infinitely more pleasurable stuff like snorkelling on the reef and swimming in Mossman Gorge.

Last night we had a pre-wedding-bbq at Chris and Claire's place. My family arrived (over a year since I've seen them) with monster-toddler in tow. He wreaked a fair bit of havoc before breaking the plastic off Chris's car headlights. They left soon after.

If I were them I would have run for the hills, too. It must have been so overwhelming for them to be surrounded by 25 (strange) strangers. I dearly love Matt's family but they are full-on, particularly when on the piss. Auntie Claire, in a wine-induced frenzy, cornered me and said, "Do you know what you're doing? Marriage is the hardest thing you'll ever do."

[I dunno, I reckon those guests who've just popped out a baby (and massive ones too - up to 10 frikkin' pounds, god help them) would disagree.]

Two minutes later, after a top-up, Claire had changed her tune, musing, "Marriage is a wonderful thing"...