For a second and final time I put on my maid of honour dress along with the ridiculously high shoes for a night of dancing at Tranmere Rovers Football Club on The Wirral. Finally Faye and Chris, the beautiful bride and groom, had their first dance - to Frankie Goes to Hollywood's Power of Love.
Speeches were made by the groom, best man and Faye's Gay Best Friend Jon. I didn't need to repeat my masterpiece which is all good considering I didn't have time to go over anything. It has been three weeks after all! A ridiculously large buffet was prepared by the mum's and Elaine, Faye's sister-in-law (Chris accidentally letting it slip that the food came from Costco. Cue Faye: "Chris!")
I made a special request to the DJ for Elvis's Viva Las Vegas (of course) and an hour passed by before the Dragon's Den presenter lookalike revealed that while he had a copy of The King's Greatest Hits, that was the one track he did not have. What?! Seriously?! Fortunately Chris came to the rescue. He downloaded that very song onto his iPhone. After some connecting of the wires and reconfiguration, the DJ was able to blast out the song that for me defines Las Vegas. God bless modern day technology and thank you Groomie!
It was wonderful meeting, reuniting with the extended Keane and Dabek families and friends. Everyone had so much fun. None more so than Jon who at one point was lying on the floor gyrating to some tune. I was that mesmerised with his thrusting, legs swinging in the air moves that I wasn't hearing the music at all. There's always one at every party who is fearless on the dancefloor - and last night it was the gay guy who can I say needs to pack up and move down to London because he is destined for stardom in one way or another.
Parv being there made the night even more special as it brought back sweet memories of the good old uni days. Granted it was surreal being at the wedding of one member of the Terror Squad. Who knows who will be the next to wed. The three of us also agreed that even though we're all living in different parts of the country (and world in Jo's case) post uni we're all doing our own thing, that it is important to make the effort to reunite more. Our friendship is that strong and priceless that in years to come no marriage, babies and job is justifiable enough an excuse to lose touch.
The night ended with a less than glamourous walk in the rain up the main road looking for a taxi that will take us back to the fab (but no patch on the Vegas) hotel. Having walked past a group of scantily-clad teenage girls trying to cover their hair with their handbags, Parv and I ended up outside the Co-op. Not our finest moment I admit!
The end of the night marked the end of this crazy, romantic, beautiful and surreal year for me. Five weddings DONE. What a year it has been.
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