late again

This is the police escort that we briefly had, crawling through the traffic on the way to my friend's wedding. They disappeared shortly after, and then we sat at the same traffic lights for three changes without moving, giggling hysterically but mostly nervous that we might not make it.

Late again, the last minute sprint up the Mound in heels could only partially be ascribed to the worst taxi driver and too much traffic. Mostly it was me, as always shaving time to the last possible second.

Still haven't quite figured what that's about, and perhaps when I do, I will be able to avoid the stress.

But this time we made it through the doors of the Registry office before the ceremony began, and the damage was confined to drawing blood by taking the skin off my heels.

In the end, it was a good day, and I managed to pogo and ceilidh dance regardless.