Walked through Botanical Gardens in the morning on Matt’s big send off to Pride. Then it was time to get ready for Jen and Evie’s wedding. I’d been looking forward to it so much, mainly because it was all in the afternoon, and didn’t sprawl over the whole day. Also, I wasn’t playing any music, which made it seem like even more time.
I really loved every part of it; I’ve never tasted such chicken. But after finishing eating, and having pudding and a cup of tea, the galaxy of food in my stomach had consolidated into one mass, with the realisation I’d over eaten.
Also, the first dance was the best I’ve ever seen, but I had the inkling that it would be beyond the ordinary. I didn’t join in any dancing later, but I was surprisingly blessed by Jesus’ presence for the next few hours as I stood and listened to the music. I don’t mind dancing on my own before Holyspirit, but in that context, where everyone forms circles, it feels like a performance, and I’m too much of a perfectionist to join in. Maybe I should transform the front room into a dance floor to practice.