So, yesterday I found myself sitting between my two best friends from uni discussing wedding plans.
I'm gonna let that sink in...
WEDDING plans. MY friends. BOTH of them.
They were both sporting their sparkly new engagement rings, their fiances were playing nicely together on the other side of the room and we were discussing whether to go for the traditional fruit cake or a vanilla sponge, bridesmaid dress colours, flowers, hair, veils, honeymoon destinations and I'm all like WOAH woah woah the last time we were all together we were discussing whether to go for the 5 Litre Four Cousins or just to stick with the cane and cream soda, how many boys was too many to kiss in one night and who had ACTUALLY read the book we were being tested on, how did this HAPPEN?
The day before that I found myself in a wedding dress shop with Iva. I, of course, had just gotten off a mammoth flight from the Philippines, I was sporting a pair of leggings, some horrific walking shoes, messy hair and an old jumper, with my backpack in tow and she, well, she was standing on a podium in the middle of a room full of mirrors in the most beautiful wedding dress I've ever seen, looking absolutely breathtaking. I couldnt believe that was my friend standing there, I felt so proud of her and so genuinely happy for her and how happy and beautiful she looked that I got a lump in my throat and almost shed a little tear, but I didn't, that would just have been a ridiculoulsy silly, girly thing to do.
It's all very lovely. Veeeery very lovely, but not for me, just yet. I choose LIFE. Juuuust kidding. It's nice. Yaaaaaaay marriage
