One of our sisters decided to get married. This is Sister #3, or Natalie. (Not to be confused with sister #1, with two adorable kids, or sister #2, who’s pregnant.)
This wedding was planned to take place at Fraser Island. In case you’re wondering, it’s a huge (or little, depending on the scale of the map) island off the side of Hervey Bay in Queensland. It’s known for 4WD tracks, beautiful beaches, dingos, and a resort. Natalie has good taste in wedding locations.
It was a beach wedding. Very beautiful. I played my flute for the signing of the register. Fun, fun. Nerves, nerves. But without further adieu, here are the photos. Because you all want to see our ugly mugs in nice clothes, right?
Cait and I. (Me in black, Cait in blue. When you say it like that, we sound, collectively, like a bruise. But I digress.) Notice how Cait is standing on a rock so she can maintain the illusion that she is half a head taller than me. She is not.
This is the marriagable sister, Natalie. And Dad. Accurately, this is Natalie sinking into the soft sand in heels (because she’s shorter than me, who’s shorter than Cait), and Dad supporting her to keep her from sinking in too far. Also, during the reception, we established that Dad gives very good wedding speeches. He drags up the memorable moments of one’s childhood, and manages to make you laugh, wondering what he’s going to say next. (He’s getting good at it. He’s getting a lot of practise, what with all these daughters.)
This is Cait, and Madame Adorbs. Aka, E.B. Okay, so her actual name is Eva. But her brother couldn’t pronounce her name, so like the story of Beezus in the Ramona books, E.B. is destined to be E.B. And isn’t she adorable? Cait also totally planned her outfit to match. Totally.
Look at that face! She’s so stinking cute.
Here I am, “tooting my flute”, as Cait puts it. Rumour has it I did well, but I’m not one to blow my own horn. Actually, I did coin the saying “it’s a tough job, but if no one’s going to blow your horn, someone’s got to do it.” That is to say, I was amazing. (Well, I was standing into the wind, with long hair, so I was playing Yiruma’s River Flows in You with hair in my mouth. Not a nice feeling.) Natalie picked the first piece, and I picked the second, which was Romantic Flight from How To Train Your Dragon, because I’m great like that.
Family photos are one of the world’s most awkward things ever. Anyway. Cait also matched her outfit with our nephew, Xave, as well. One of the interesting things about our family is that the tall genes came in clumps. Our sister Vicki, and our brother Cam got the talls. The rest of us got the shorts. Cam himself is an interesting bloke. A brother, as we’ve said, so I can’t say anything too nice. He does have a ute (pick-up truck to the Americans?), though, so we got to ride around the resort in the tray. Wild and free. (Shhh! Don’t tell mum!)
|Cait made this. Enjoy.|
Signing the register. This picture pretty much sums Natalie up. (Also, I’m playing in the background. I didn’t realise my flute angle was that bad. Ugh.)
My older sister Vicki and me. Vicki is the one who’s currently pregnant, and she’s about to not be. That is to say, we’re expecting a new nephew at any time now. (Insert ecstatic excitement!!!)
Cait in her carefully coordinated outfit, with the Adorbses. Look at them. Aren’t they so cute?
|Note from Cait: No, I did not coordinate my outfit. It was a fluke. Mime is a liar. That is all.|
And because Cait (who filched these pictures from Mum’s computer) forgot to get one of our oldest sister, Rachel (sorry, Rachel, don’t take it personally), we’ll add in a Rachel’s Family picture. So here they are. The parents of our Tiny Overlords and the Tiny Overlords not looking at the camera.
The wedding was a ton of fun. I mean, I learned that E.B. pukes when wedding vowels are exchanged. I found out Mum can dance. (Who knew?) I found out Xave doesn’t like coke (his healthy mother has misguided him). I also learned that if you mix red cordial and lemonade, you get a sugar high, and sleep really well all night. Or I do, anyway.
I found out that we all scrub up much better than expected. I found out that dress shopping is extremely difficult. I found out that my sense of direction is worse than I thought. (DON’T ask Cait about that directions-to-the-beach incident.) And four-wheel-driving in soft sand is a lot harder than it looks.
So, in closing, the wedding was beautiful. And all the congratulations to Natalie and Joel. Weirdos.
Mime is doing NaNo. This means she must write 50,000-words in 1 month. She is mildly nervous about it, but up to 10,000-words so far (of which she is immensely pleased). Writing this much doesn’t leave her time for frivolous activities, like reading and sleeping. She even demands Cait make her hot chocolate. So far it has worked. Once.