Strange Wedding

Over the weekend, I had to go to the wedding of my cousin – it was a family thing, and with our side being rather short of numbers at the best of the times, there was definitely an air of “Thou Must Attend”. Herself had to work, so off I went.

It was very strange. Not in a happy-clappy “out in the world” way, or anything like that- in the context of ceremony it was pretty much a standard register-office thing. Well, except that the register office was no longer where the council’s website said it was, and nor was it where we’d been told it was (with postcode etc.) which resulted in a last-minute flurry of mobile-phone calls finding out just where the feck everyone was supposed to actually be.

Eventually found the place though, so all went OK. I’m also glad I didn’t take my main camera, as the “wedding photographer” would’ve been a bit miffed. He was using a Fuji “bridge” camera – fair enough, if it turns out the results, and I’ve had one similar which was excellent – but hadn’t yet managed to figure out (for example) how to turn off the little beeps and ‘shutter clicks’ that it made. Which made things a little bit more amusing during the ceremony, I suppose (for me, anyway) but it just all seemed a little uninspiring. Oh, and he later ran out of battery power just before they cut the cake, so there were no photos of the cake, or anything for any events after that (first dance, etc. etc.) – again, hardly inspiring stuff for a so-called wedding photographer.

Various people had also decided to just get pissed , and were making twats of themselves even before the wedding meal had finished. Still *shrug* not my problem – I don’t have to meet the pillocks ever again, so I don’t really care.

But all told, it just came filed under a very strange wedding, and my parents and brother agreed with that verdict. Ah well, at least I kept the peace by having gone to it.