Wedding action

I love weddings. Not only are they great for free food and booze but there are frequently single girls wandering about. What could be better?

Apart from all that good stuff, the thing I enjoy most is the people watching. Weddings can be a source of comedy gold. Perhaps it's the happy day vibes that inhabit everyone or that everyone is dressed to the nines or perhaps it's the fact that the champagne is flowing and the toasts are many but it encourages behaviour which you don't often see.

You know what I am talking about. Old balding men dancing. Not just dancing but throwing serious shapes. You see them trying to moonwalk, break dance and do the robot.

Don't get me wrong I am not exempt from the exuberance. Give me enough beer and I will dance at a job interview.

Anyway the wedding I attended on the weekend was Hindu in nature and possibly the most fun I have had in ages. A truly happy event full of colour. The food was spectacular, I really didn't want to stop eating. We munched through a few courses and were full but I still resented the hell out of the waitress who asked if we were finished.

Finished? Do I look like I'm finished? I may be groaning and clutching my stomach but I am sure if I shake myself a little it'll settle and allow me a couple more mouthfuls!

After all of this we still ended up on the dancefloor. Where I performed a move that the groom described as screw in the lightbulb and pat the dog. Watch a bollywood movie at some point this will occur.

It's not my fault ok? I'd had a skinful and the groom encouraged me. Well. He showed me the move and dragged me onto the dancefloor. It's still his fault.

It's not often people get me into a suit but this occasion was well worth it. Now all I have to do is locate the guy who did the video and photos , knock him on the head and remove all trace of me from them.

Been a while

I have had a lot going on.

I had a promising relationship hit the skids. My fault if you are asking.

I caught Flu.

I learned that being a kid again can be a lot of fun when you get to do stuff like laser tag.

I have discovered a love a cheesecake, especially if I made it.

I hit 33.

All of this stuff has kept me busy. I have been a bit up and down. I think the relationship needed to end and it's better to grasp the nettle firmly rather than see how it goes. It could easily have gone on and then ended in a more painful way later but I figure it's better to deal with stuff as it comes up.

It happened and ended then I caught some unpleasant bug. I tried to convince myself that I was just hungover as after the "talk" I decided things would look much better through the bottom of a bottle. Upshot was that I had a few days off work on my own feeling like crap.

The hardest thing about breaking up is that I m never sure I have made the right decision. I thought I was doing the right thing at the time but now, I don't know. I am gazing back through rose tinted glasses. I miss her a lot and her presence is all through my flat. I have been holding on though, no drunk dialing.

On the bright side some friends took me out for my birthday and got me drunk, a much needed tension breaker.

All in all it hasn't been the best few weeks but things will get brighter I am sure. I hurt someone I cared about but I chose the lesser evil. I am feeling a bit lost but things will get better. I have the luck of the Irish generally.

Anyway, there you go, the reasons I haven't been posting. I have had stuff to talk about but I really didn't want to talk about it as it was still a bit raw.

I bounce back so expect more soon.