Firstly, I know you've all been dying to know what a 'substantial fascinator' is, so here's a picture of me wearing mine:
In case you were wondering. Yawn.
The reception was held in the beautiful Lennoxlove House, and to remind us which country we were in, there was this chap ready to meet us when we arrived:
|Yes, that is a canon behind him.|
|Gin, elderflower and lime.|
|It was not at all weird taking a picture of my close friend's lower-half.|
It's lucky his girlfriend did not find it weird either.
Bonus points to those who can identify the tartan.
|My whole life seems to revolve around Hogwarts-esque buildings...|
The wedding breakfast was sensational (yes, I'm a bit out of synch now):
There was a lot of reminiscing and catching up with wonderful university friends love you all, you fabulous people (whydomostofyouliveinLondon? Grrr), and there were discussions about the next few upcoming weddings (we're all, er, late starters).
|Representing (dress kilt-style).|
Later on it
There were power ballads.
The jackets came off and the ties may just have been tied around heads in lieu of bandanas except for DPB, whose concession to power ballading was to loosen his tie in a nonchalant fashion. Mr Suave.
Given the number of lawyers, bankers, and accountants at the party, I feel that it would be unprofessional of me to share any photos of the wee small hours.
Let's just say that many of my male and female friends felt that they looked a lot like this:
Safe to say, the whole day and night rocked.