The very first thing we saw when we walked out of the house this morning was the Whitman’s blimp, flying directly overhead.
In the afternoon we had a wedding to go to, almost in the middle of Grand Prix territory during a transport strike, a bit of a scary prospect. Would it be Melbourne’s version of REM’s "Everybody Hurts" video? Thankfully it was while the racing was going (well, okay, not the actual racing, the time trials or whatever it is). So as the cab driver expected, the traffic wasn’t really a concern.
The wedding itself was great; last time we ran into problems with Isaac making various screechy and other loud noises in the church. This time the bride had insisted that we would stay for everything, no matter how much noise Isaac made. Actually he was relatively well behaved, a key factor being the number of mini-teddybear biscuits we stuffed into him every time he opened his mouth.
The reception was good too. Seeing the cake being cut reminded me of our own wedding a few years ago. We were about to cut the cake when we found it was rather more solid than we bargained for. L jokingly asked if anyone had a chainsaw. Someone did. He got it from his car, and so we got photos of us holding a chainsaw over the cake.