Now put on your best German accent for me and repeat below...
Great wedding, great venue and great wine.
Mudbrick vineyard was a spectacular setting with views as far as Auckland and with the weather behaving itself, we were in for a treat.
I don't need to say that Tess looked spectacular as she always does and even more so on her wedding day. Rick looked as every guy I know does in a suit, out of place. He still looked the part though. They wrote their own vows which were very sweet, well done to whoever goes that far!
It I don't at all remember what I ordered to eat on the day, but I know that it was good, but the Mudbrick Pinot Noir that I washed it down with suited my palette quite well which forced many to have more than one glass.
When the time for the opening dance arrived, we were in for a treat as the happy couple had rehearsed a dance for us. No it was not "nobody puts baby in the corner" kid of stuff, but we were well surprised and Rick, although I could never see him in Take That, or "Take That - the musical" for that matter, he pulled a couple moves which left the by now inebriated wedding party clapping and shouting for more. Fortunately for us he did not cave in as I think he may have used up his bag of tricks on that one.
Rhys treated us all and a group of old ladies to his 'robot dance' which had its place in the late 20th century, but not now buddy. You did have whoever was watching in hysterics though.
As the morning crept nearer and they threw us out, fortunately we had a old London bus to take us home which dropped us off in the exact place I asked him to and when the 5 of us got out my sense of direction completely evaded me and for about 20 min I thought we were completely lost which in my half sober (always an optimist) state was still embarrassing for me as men, especially German men do not get lost. Fortunately it was only my inability to read and understand street names which got in the way and once Celia sorted that one out, we were home in one piece.
Once home we still had a matter of my birthday which had in the last 2 hours come up. We cracked open a vintage bottle of $9 sparkling Brut and saw my birthday in with more unnecessary alcohol. we also decided to watch 'Murderball' at 3 AM which left me waking up at around 7 with my cheek stuck to the leather couch.
Great wedding, great venue and great wine.
Mudbrick vineyard was a spectacular setting with views as far as Auckland and with the weather behaving itself, we were in for a treat.
I don't need to say that Tess looked spectacular as she always does and even more so on her wedding day. Rick looked as every guy I know does in a suit, out of place. He still looked the part though. They wrote their own vows which were very sweet, well done to whoever goes that far!It I don't at all remember what I ordered to eat on the day, but I know that it was good, but the Mudbrick Pinot Noir that I washed it down with suited my palette quite well which forced many to have more than one glass.
When the time for the opening dance arrived, we were in for a treat as the happy couple had rehearsed a dance for us. No it was not "nobody puts baby in the corner" kid of stuff, but we were well surprised and Rick, although I could never see him in Take That, or "Take That - the musical" for that matter, he pulled a couple moves which left the by now inebriated wedding party clapping and shouting for more. Fortunately for us he did not cave in as I think he may have used up his bag of tricks on that one.
Rhys treated us all and a group of old ladies to his 'robot dance' which had its place in the late 20th century, but not now buddy. You did have whoever was watching in hysterics though.
As the morning crept nearer and they threw us out, fortunately we had a old London bus to take us home which dropped us off in the exact place I asked him to and when the 5 of us got out my sense of direction completely evaded me and for about 20 min I thought we were completely lost which in my half sober (always an optimist) state was still embarrassing for me as men, especially German men do not get lost. Fortunately it was only my inability to read and understand street names which got in the way and once Celia sorted that one out, we were home in one piece.
Once home we still had a matter of my birthday which had in the last 2 hours come up. We cracked open a vintage bottle of $9 sparkling Brut and saw my birthday in with more unnecessary alcohol. we also decided to watch 'Murderball' at 3 AM which left me waking up at around 7 with my cheek stuck to the leather couch.
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D - you make me pee my pants. Hope you remembered what happened in Murderball though. There will be a quiz!
So funny! What was their first dance song? need pics on flickr please!
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