Weddings, parties, anything...

Have you noticed how much food you can actually eat at a wedding? My brother-in-law got married last weekend. It was a very lovely ceremony, complete with a slight sprinkle of rain, and a breeze that kept blowing the ceremonial candle out...all good signs, I am sure...

We travelled by plane to Brisbane, then hired a car to Gympie. It was good to drive up familiar highways. Things haven't changed that much in 5 years. We stopped off at the Big Pineapple at Nambour, and my chips got stuck. Ok. So that was lunch. Dinner that night we ate at the restaurant at the motel. Quite a lovely place, and not terribly expensive. My prawns got stuck.

Next morning was breakfast at McDonalds for something different. My hash browns got stuck. Hmmmm I can see a pattern here. We met mum and dad for coffee. They had travelled to Gympie to see us. Hot chocolate was terriffic! Forgot to ask for skinny though, but heck, its not like I had been eating a lot! We had a lovely morning, and mum's brother from Brisbane was in the area, so got to see him too.

Lunch time we ate at the food court. I ordered roast beef with gravy. My roast beef got stuck. Man, this is becoming a habit! Anyway, we got ourselves ready for the wedding, and Jr Her looked lovely in yellow and gold. Him scrubbed up well in a suit and light green shirt too. Lots of photos were taken, and we sat down to eat. Guess what? Wrong! The roast was tender, potatoes soft with crispy outsides, and I even managed to drink a couple cans of Diet Coke (sorry, Pepsi, it was all they had!). So, I finally got my first meal in 48 hours. Man, that was worth the wait. I reckon when I got home my clothes were just that bit more comfortable...