Tonight it kicks off with a big fancy work dinner. Frocks, heels and fancy hair will be called for. It’s my first one with this company, but I hear tales of a big night ahead. There will be bubbles.
When I asked my boss the dress code, he said “a black dress will be fine, but you will do *something* with your hair won’t you?”.
And then on Saturday, the wedding weekend kicks off.
Flower collections, then champagne with the happy couple. The ceremony on Saturday afternoon, possibly a happy tear or two followed by champagne in the gardens, then squishing in some Grand Final celebrations.
Bouncing back Sunday morning for last minute bump in before the reception. Setting up cakes, treats, flowers and 16 metres of bunting. Home for a quick change, then back again to celebrate with the new Mr & Mrs. It’s a given that there will be more champagne.
Oh, and it’s also the last two days of #Blogfor30. I can’t guarantee either my sobriety or the quality of those last two posts I’m afraid.
I think by Monday both my liver and my feet will need a rest. Oh and berocca. I might need berocca.