The brother of this one.
As a nice juxtaposition to his brother’s Wedding, it was kinda budget. It looked nice enough and all, but it was just a sports hall in Southampton made to look flowery and shit. It was generally chaotic to be honest, with Best Men rushing around organising the buffet, and only one bar when in reality, three bars were needed. Jane and I took notes on how not to organise a wedding… The Groom was nice enough to provide Jane and I with advice about procedure, and the day in general, he gave it with such assurance that I feel a bit more confident about my role on our big day.
I saw lots of people from my past there, people I kind of knew but I barely recognised them. I was even pretty unsure how well I knew any of them, if at all, so I didn’t talk to any of them. One couple which I’m sure I knew kept looking over at me, or they may have just been looking at my brother dancing romantically with a beer bottle. Fuck them. The only people I’ve kept in contact with are the ones that matter to me at all. I did feel a little like the timid, old me at one point though, when they were looking and I wasn’t sure what to do. Then it dawned on me. Ignore them and concentrate on having a good night. Which I did.
