The drive up to Sydney was uneventful, whenever JA drives I pretty much just fall asleep, which can make him tired too but he’s a trooper and got us there in one piece =) We checked in to the hotel on King Street (not fancy pants but really great location, we were a 20 minute walk from the Wedding Venue across the Harbour) and got pretty for the wedding. I knew I should have worn thongs for the walk over, but I was stubborn and wore my heels, and subsequently my feet were killing me all night (I did a trashbag and took them off for the walk home. Yes I got looks, but oh well). We arrived at the beautiful location, a raised pier on Darling Harbour, and met up with all our good friends. Phil (the groom) looked nervous, but excited. We watched the ceremony from the back of the pack (the boys are not very good at being quiet and serious, so they were quietly rowdy and no one was the wiser) and I took photos. Got a little side-tracked by georgeous Heidi:

Beck was absolutely stunning (no surprise) and the whole wedding was beautiful. The reception followed at the same venue, directly inside from the pier in a great restaurant (Part of Doulton House). Phil and Beck did a fantastic first dance, I think it was a swinging waltz or something, not really sure but it looked great! Their cake looked delicious (I was much too full to try any), and the whole night was (I’m running out of gushing adjectives!) amazing.

The following day the family hosted a BBQ at Phil’s sisters place, which was nice and relaxing, laid back, and again with great food. It was really good to catch up with them for a few minutes properly (you don’t really get to at a Wedding, there’s too much going on!) before they went on their honeymoon.

We decided not to go to Mardi Gras, mainly because we weren’t very organised, and the center of Sydney gets absolutely PACKED on the night, you have to get there really early to get a good spot to watch the parade. Also we were all pretty tired from the night before, so we went back to Tom & Milly’s place at Bondi and just vegged out, ate pizza, and watched a movie.

On Sunday we woke up to a Tsunami warning from the Earthquake in Chile. The beach was closed (which just means they discourage you from swimming), but we went down anyway and had a dip and laid on the sand for a short while. Then it was just more vegging out in front of the TV, watching trashy programmes like The Hills and Keeping up with the Kardashians (we don’t have foxtel at home, so I get excited for this crap when we go away haha, it’s so terrible). Then we moseyed on home in the afternoon, which again was an uneventful drive, with JA doing all the work and me dosing off most of the way.

With the news from Chile (and still thinking about Haiti) we know we are so so lucky to live in Australia, with good jobs, a house and vehicles, and are for the most part very safe from anything overly dangerous. Because of this I always feel I need to donate to causes to help those less fortunate (which everyone should do), though sometimes it passes me by and I keep saying “I’ll do that tomorrow”. I need to fix that. I will post about this soon, in the hopes that other people will donate also.

Happy Monday everyone! It only get’s closer to the weekend from here =D

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