Mr & Mrs Part 2

After a morning ceremony that couldn't have been quieter, the real fun began. Our friends had organised a great party for us with indian food, copiuous amounts of wine, beer and champagne, the traditional wedding cake, flowers, marquee and more.....

The first hour or so was spent greeting our guests and then Andy gave me the first surprise of our married life; a confident, funny and upbeat speech to welcome our guests and to say a few words of appreciation to all our wonderful friends that we've made over the past 4 years. If you'd have asked me before, I would have said that public speaking (even amongst friends) would have given him terminal case of the heebie jeebies, but I would have been wrong.

The next surprise was one that sent me into the ugly cry. The girls and Andy had very cleverly got their heads together and organised Malysia's very own Tom Jones/Elvis Presley impersonator to come and entertain us. For those of you who don't know, I must be Elvis's biggest fan under the age of 50 and whilst I momentarily wondered what this old guy whom I vaguely recognised was doing at my wedding reception, I think that it quickly became evident that they'd all managed to keep the surprise because when I realised, I almost died on the spot.

He got us all up dancing with the old favourites and then when it came to singing the requisite 'wedding song', it transpired that he didn't know the words and tried to dum de dum it from a songsheet. I'm sure that nobody would argue that this is acceptable so in a moment of impulse I took the microphone and proceeded to serenade my lovely new husband. Now, I would never claim to be any sort of singer and I'm not likely to be offerred a gig in Vegas any time soon but it was a fun moment in what was a really fun night.

The night moved on and we ate and drank and danced and laughed til the small hours of the morning. We have a million lovely memories of our time in Malaysia and this night and what it symbolised must surely be up there with the best of them.