Even though it hasn’t even been a week since Monday, I cannot remember how I spent most of it. I think it was taken up with finalising more wedding plans (like calling the officiant and checking everything was going to plan), changing the car hire booking, or looking for flowers. I did stuff, I’m sure of it, but what, I can’t exactly remember. Maybe I went to the gym. That sounds familiar.

In the afternoon I drove out to the airport to pick up Christine (Glen’s mum) and Gaye (Glen’s aunt). Their flight was delayed by 45 minutes but I’d checked the flights beforehand so I wasn’t there early. Traffic was horrendous though. They arrived shortly after I got there. I loaded them into the car, got them home, checked into their unit and then we hung out with them for a while, getting reacquainted.

Christine had put together this wonderful movie of important events we’d missed during our first year away (Glen’s step-sister and his half-sister both had babies, the Dockers were in the Grand Final – not that that matters to us but they’re big fans – and there were holidays and a bunch of other things). What was really nice were the messages from family back home wishing us a happy wedding, including one of my grandmother. THAT brought a tear to my eye.

At 8pm, we pushed them out the door so we could get ready and head out to dinner with Ben, Dion, Kev, Nico and Albert. We managed to arrive at the restaurant, Lee, on time. Rather than get too bogged down trying to decide what to order, we let the waiter decide so we ended up tasting a good portion of the menu and leaving incredibly full from all the food. I liked a lot of it, and thought there were some good flavours in the dishes. Glen wasn’t as impressed.

Unlike other dinners we’ve had with the boys in the past, this one was a lot more subdued. Everyone was looking a bit worse for wear. Dion and Ben were nearing the end of four weeks of travel (with a lot of food and alcohol), Albert hadn’t been in Toronto long, and Glen and I were running near on empty. The only ones who were still full of beans were Kevin and Nico. Despite our less than stellar state, we managed to last until about 11, being some of the last in the restaurant.