Dave's Wedding

If anyone has been at any Miguel gig for say, oh, the last two years, they'd have heard Michael spanking Dave from the microphone regarding his up-coming nuptials. Yep, somehow Michael made it sound even more like a disease than most people who use that phrase. He was particularly fond of ominously intoning 'til death do you part....' at just about any point in the evening...actually, I just made a typo and that sentence read 'til death do you party', which seems much more accurate for Dave and Renee.

Anyway, after months of ribbing and a buck's night which had Dave whipped, tied up, waxed, beaten, etc etc, we all made the trek (in separate cars - no tour bus this time, which given the state of the driveway on the way out was a bloody good thing) out to the Scott's Farm to see Dave and Renee get married in the pecan grove. Last week in Brisbane we enjoyed a curious bout of London weather, and the fact that the sunshine came out for the time it took Renee's family to deliver her to the altar (accompanied by a madman wielding a shotgun, no kidding - yeah, it was her brother, so what) and for she and Dave to tie the knot really seemed to underline all those things we want for weddings - romance, magical times, the feeling that this is time out of time where anything can happen....yep, there was all that in spades.

There was also rain, champagne, mud, champion dancing - especially from Mikael and Josh who were on a hell-bound soul-train, a seriously gorgeous bride and groom, a snake under the bridal table (no, that's not a joke), an amazing hand-crafted bar, and an overflow of well-wishing for the lovely couple.

And, while Georgia stood at the back of the crowd with her arms pinned to her sides for the bouquet toss, Michael simply reached up and plucked the garter out of the air during the ruck and maul known as the garter toss. I split the zip on my dress and had to change my ivory satin shoes for gum boots halfway through the night. Mikael had to work the next morning. It was Tom's 29th birthday. Tim drove Josh home - or at least to the Rumpus Room. Renee's grandma told a bawdy joke, blushing like a school girl but remarkably audible in her delivery. The power went out once, the dancing went on forever.

Happy honeymoon Dave and Renee!