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Steep Incline Ahead

Have you ever tried to dance a Gay Gordons uphill?

It is not easy. I know this because I was at a wedding reception on Saturday night, in a marquee which had been put up in a field with rather a steep slope.

It's a strange experience, dancing uphill, and I had my doubts that it was safe after watching numerous guests lurching dangerously close to the flimsy back wall while doing the Dashing White Sargeant. One lady in particular had to be rescued at the last moment by her dancing partner, as she nearly ended up in the loch behind the marquee. I spent most of the evening sitting down, because I didn't trust myself to walk on the dancefloor without falling on my arse. I struggle to wear heels at the best of times, but the combination of a squint floor plus a few V&T's was just a recipe for disaster.

The first comedy moment of the evening went, appropriately, to the bride as she and her new husband joined in a lively version of Strip The Willow. He birled her round like there was no tomorrow, causing her train (which had been hoiked up into a bustle) to come loose. She took out the whole first row of the ceilidh band, knocking over all their music stands and sending their sheet music everywhere. To their credit, the band managed to keep the dancing going - the accordion player carried on without his music while his bandmates picked up the stands, gathered all the music together, then jumped right back into the song.

Later in the evening, a drunken guest at the next table provided more entertainment by attempting to sit on a chair that was approximately 2 feet to the left of his arse - he stayed in a sitting position as he fell, and ended up on the floor with his legs in the air. He did at least manage to stay inside the marquee (which was lucky as he may well have ended up in the loch due to the steep incline and our proximity to the water). He was an elderly gent and wearing the kilt - thankfully I didn't get to see if he was a true Scotsman or not.

It was a good night, if a bit unconventional. But then who wants to be conventional? The bride and groom enjoyed it, which is the most important thing. Although I suspect he might have got a bit of an ear-bashing about the incident during Strip The Willow.

The rest of my weekend passed by in a flash, and I don't really have much else to report. I'm finding it a bit difficult to blog regularly as I'm in the awkward position of being busy, whilst not doing anything interesting enough to write about...

I'll have to goad the Boy into having a row or something.

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At 2.4.07, Blogger Cat said...

I never have anything interesting to write about. Doesn't stop me though.    



At 2.4.07, Blogger James said...

And I just make it all up - I'm actually a hermit living on French onion soup on the Atlantic side of Benbecula.    



At 2.4.07, Blogger Drama Queen said...

No news is good news they say. Somehow I manage to go on and on about Boyfriend for 8 out of every 10 posts. You could send 'the boy' away for a while, might provoke a post of longing?

Or you could just blog more about your wedding plans. You know you want to.    



At 2.4.07, Blogger Mr Farty said...

Oh, are you supposed to have something interesting to say before you start writing? Well, that's my blogging career over.

*hangs up hat*    



At 3.4.07, Blogger Drama Queen said...

Not that I am saying you don't long for the boy. You do. Just with style and grace. . .

*jealous*

Its never really occured to me to have a subject matter. I'm much more of a ranter, open mouth and let words spill out.    



At 3.4.07, Blogger SpanishGoth said...

Well if my blog was representative, I'd be 2500 years old minimum.

Perhaps the dance floor on an incline toward the loch were deliberate - it would have been if I was setting it up for my ex-wifes family to roll into ;-)    



At 3.4.07, Blogger Random Reflections said...

So how did the wedding help to inform your decision making on the wedding list issue? Did you give a cow to a family in Africa or did you give a toaster to the happy couple?    



At 3.4.07, Blogger Teeny said...

I don't have much energy for blogging just now - my To Do list seems to grow every day. And I don't like going on about the wedding too much, other people's wedding plans are boring aren't they... I'll just have to hope my carrots sprout, or die, or do something, soon. Because vegetables are NOT boring.

As for the wedding gift - they did have a list but by the time we got to it all that was left was a toilet roll holder and some tumbleweed. I bought them a pretty candley thing and a picture frame. I don't know if they would've appreciated a cow.    



At 4.4.07, Blogger Timbo said...

Hello!

There really aren't enough fun weddings these days (not sure what I'm classifying as fun - accidents, hospitalisation, card games with animals) but I think my point is valid. However, it sounds like you got a good one there. The trolleyed old bloke and the chair thing certainly tickled me.    



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