Sunrise, Sunset

I'm writing about weddings again- but as opposed to embarrassing my close friends who choose not to blog their inner musings with untold thousands the world over, in this case I'm more than entitled to wax lyrical about one of the most hotly awaited celebrations in the Jewish Blogosphere! Mazal Tov Noa and Bryan, who tied the knot in full view of Jerusalem (both sides) and the world via the multi-media. I do not joke. You might even catch a snippet on Israel Channel 2 some time soon- I'm the one running in late.

Unlike any wedding I've ever attended, the Bride and Groom had very impressively arranged a large-scale Blood Drive to take place during reception. I was quite excited to finally join the international screening registry- I've faced cruel rejection for years, what with a stupid immune system and potential prior proximity to bonkers bovines. And here was my chance! However, readers who know me personally will not be in any way surprised to learn that I did not arrive in time to donate my cells to the cause: They'd upped sticks (well, test tubes) by the time I'd got there, so I was unfortunately forced to stuff my face at the reception. Oh well- perhaps they'd been tipped off by the poor soul who had the misfortune to take my blood in Liverpool in 1998? I still remember that day as if it were yesterday- except, of course for the 48 minutes I was out cold.

Anyway- the event itself! The beautiful bride, whose scary attention to detail remained legendary even at her own wedding, had very considerately made a "Bloggers and other animals" table, where comparitively insignificant little moi had the pleasure of fressing with local royalty such as Treppenwitz, Chayyei Sarah, me old mate Gilly and various other fab n' fun friends. A good laugh and good steak was enjoyed by all, and at the most eyebrow-raising moments of the various speeches (presented in a multitude of accents) we all wore the same "I'm SO blogging about this tomorrow" face.

Speeches, Stevie Wonder, the original cute-dog-as-bridesmaid touch and the colourscheme notwithstanding, one salient feature of these particular nuptials will remain with me for many years to come, a whole new experience which can be summed up in two words: Chocolate. Fountain. Dietary caution was thrown to the wind (I'm nursing the headache to prove it) as we all enjoyed various forbidden fruits while I contemplated whether I could fit one in my kitchen on top of the microwave.

I was so exhausted upon my return home that I opened my brand new hardback copy of Harry 6 (impressively procured with not minimal effort by dear A) and woke up next to it a few hours later, not having managed to read a single word before dropping off. Now there's the definitive sign of a good party.

I'll return when the sugar haze clears.