It is only right that having had to listen to Kylie talk for twelve months about the planning, decisions and organisational nightmare that is a wedding, we eventually went to it. It was Jon's wish that regardless of all the details the night had to be a great party. It was. We really enjoyed ourselves and it is also only right that I record some of the memories here on the blog for perpetuity.
They both looked loverly
They managed to exchange vows without choking up.
The best man and best girl ensured everything was top class
Kylie's dad, Mark was justifiably proud and delivered a wonderful speech Regis had written for him,
The dress, it's all about the dress, was stunning. As were the shoes.
The celebrant introduced them as Mr and Mrs Richer, a fact that was as unrehearsed as it was uncomfortable. The brits don't seem to comprehend the Aussie/Canadian preference for retaining surnames...... The Mr and Mrs gaff was repeated throughout the night to increasing humorous results..
The couple with the bride's folk, Regis and Mark
And Jon's mum and dad Josie and Andre`
I read out a piece I wrote for the couple, and nearly didn't choke up.
http://grailnotes.blogspot.com/2011/05/wedding-words.html which the couple also graciously had printed on the order of service.
Gail tried to learn how to do Richards dance steps, not easy.
The gathered masses had drinks and photos outside, I was surrounded by beautiful women, I like weddings.
The wedding cake was a cup cake de force.
The speech Jon gave which his wife wrote ( its a family tradition obviously) was superb, all encompassing and most enlightening.
But was if anything exceeded in humour and disclosed secrets by the speeches delivered by the "Best Babes" Trish and Amy, true friends and housemates of the couple.
There was the mandatory Wedding cigar break where Gail and I took the bridal party aside and provided them twenty minutes of respite, and a good chuckle over some fine handrolled single leaf cuban examples.
And then there was the dancing which went on through the night.
and through the night
and through the night
with occasional breaks outside to catch our breath
And shoot the breeze.
the flowers were nice
And I still fit into my tux which is almost as old as the bride.
It was a great wedding and I have been to quite enough of them to be a good judge of that. There were thousands of photos taken by guests which flooded facebook but I am quite looking forward to the professional photographer's shots because, as you will notice, I took no shots of Gail's fantastic dress and she looked wonderful and was really happy.
There was the mandatory Wedding cigar break where Gail and I took the bridal party aside and provided them twenty minutes of respite, and a good chuckle over some fine handrolled single leaf cuban examples. 
