The Wedding. Part 2

I've just decided my titles are splendiferous.

Thus, here we go.

Got up l8-ish and mooched 'roun' with Time to Kill. Neither of us wanted breakfast so I had 1 and a half clementines and half an apple. And a shower. That filled me up.

Suited and booted (well, newly-polished shoed) I departed with plenty of time. And directions.

Walked slowly to my eventual destination, via others. Got looked at lots cause I was in a suit.

Forgot I have that effect on people.

So I did not (much) play up to it.

The owner of the pancake shop even made a flirty comment, which I allowed and, keeping in role, fostered. She even had to thank me specifically for my custom. Hmmm...

On to the church where there were too many people. Even standing inside was insufficient: they had to queue up outside.

Talk about popular.

And making the gestures to "He's got the whole world in his hands" as we sang was...impossible with my wing span unless I wanted to clout the organist.

Then there was the humungous cheer when the happy couple were finally declared so. Altho I think they'd actually been so for some while, judging by the massive smiles on their faces.

I did have a great (ringside, even) view of the back of someone's head for most of the rest of the ceremony.

The speeches were well-done (actually) and then it was a family-fest for the rest of the reception. And someone's toe was bleeding, or the blister on their footsy, anyway.

Here endeth the second and most wedding-like instalment.