Bank Holiday Joy & Dream Wedding Receptions

Still can't be arsed to do the final results from York so you'll just have to wait. It appears a good time was had by all over the bank holiday weekend with copious amounts of alcohol being consumed. I ended up at my bosses last minute BBQ on Saturday & got terribly hammered. Mind you so was J who kept telling everyone that would listen I was great & that me & her were good friends. Makes a change! Subsequently yoday she gave me presents of a pair of jade green butterfly earrings & because I was a vixen in red at her party, a red ring to mtach the outfit I wore.

The pay may be shit but she's more than made up for it with the numerous gifts (or bribes as the guys like to call them) throughout the year. I'm sick of telling her to stop it as I get spoilt more than her own daughter does for God's sake. It's a bit embarrassing.

I continue to be sick of our non american. He's now taken to blatantly ignoring my requests that he does something & probably incorrectly I have given up on him but I don't know how to deal with him as I've never been in charge of someone I couldn't sweet talk, flutter my eyelashes at, manipulate or bribe - just ask they guys! He just doesn't play ball.

Todays big topic was "wedding receptions: where would you have yours & whats the best / worst one you've ever been to?" My worst was at the Copt Hill pub for my Aunts wedding a few years ago now. It takes the accolade of being the worst coz our little band of three (me, my mam & dad & usually my sister too though she didn't go this time) is always ignored by the rest of the family & this was no exception. Thee beer was crap along with the music too.

The best was when me & my mate gate crashed at a hotel we were staying at & she pretended to be with the band so we got free drink. At the end of the night the bride said we could take anything we wanted as a momento of the day so we took delivery of a large glass vase that had been in the centre of our table all night. My mate had it on her mantlepiece until the day she died where upon it mysteriously disappeared from her house.

Which brings me to where I'd have my reception. Strictly speaking hypothetically as Im not getting married, I'd have it in a marquee in a field in York someplace. Failing that in a casino in Vegas. Or a private yacht moored in Monaco harbour. Or by my private villa pool of the Trisara hotel, Phuket gazing at over the ocean bathed in glorious sunshine. Or in the restaurant on board the Thomson Destiny (Destiny being as appropriate word when weddings are mentioned) sailing round the Med. I've wanted to get married on the bridge of a cruise ship by the Captain for a while now, though the Destiny isn't one of the ships licensed to do weddings at this moment in time. Or to keep my mam happy, Beamish Hall or to keep me happy, Starbucks - wohoo! I duno. I'd hate to have to actually make that kind of decision!

Ciao for now

TJ