A couple of weeks ago Paul, a work acquaintance of Dana and I, got married. While they married in a small ceremony in Spain, they had a reception back here for around 200 people at a posh hotel. I was invited, as was Phil, Dana and Tim.
We were told about it quite a long time ago, and Dana had spoken to Tim about him going. He’d not been very keen on the idea and had initially tried to convince Dana that she shouldn’t go, simply because he didn’t want to. Thankfully she stood her ground and said she was going, and that it was up to him if he wanted to. He agreed to come along after he’d finished work and made his way back from Birmingham. She offered for him to give both me and Phil a lift back after the reception. [read more]