It’s Moe and Ben’s wedding today! I’ve finished work and am at gym cisco haven’t been in like a week, and I have to be at the registry office at 3:45pm to be a witness. I spent all last night ironing the only dress shirt I gave that fits me, but because it’s been in my wardrobe for so long, the iron didn’t really help the creases much so it still looks like a crumpled heap when I wear it. I only really have my work slacks to wear with it, plus those nice dress shoes I wore in Beijing. Yeah, the shirt’s a bit crinkly but it otherwise looks okay I think. Moe said a dress-shirt would be fine…
Cue Moe sending me a last-minute message at 9:30am this morning saying that he and Ben are now wearing suits. 🙄
Mind you, I caught a bus to work this morning because it was POURING rain.
So cue-me seeing that message on my short break at work and freaking out that I’ll now need to go home and get my suit (which probably won’t work either because I only have a grey suit and I assume Moe and Ben will both be wearing black. Fuck my life.
Moe said to send him a photo of what I have, so I finished work (rain has stopped for now thank fuck) and got to gym where only the small changeroom was available but it has a small mirror, changed into the shirt and shoes and sent the photo to Moe. I’m totally holding down the shirt in the photo to make it seem less crease-y 😅 I said to message me back ASAP if I need to duck home and get the suit because we’re now down to T-minus 2.5 hours as of time of writing this. Still no reply. Jesus Christ Moe. Do you want me to look like shit at your reception or a little less shit? Cos they are your options, and only if you hurry 😅
In other news, I’m not going to write about sex for once (shock! horror!) and instead write about Canberra in two weeks time. Lord I hope they aren’t still in a state of emergency then. Anyway, my sister sent me a message yesterday saying that she’s booked us dinner at two restaurants already, since we’ll be there on the same nights, and added, “You want to have dinner with your sister, right?”
I was like, “Of course!” I also added, “Does this mean I have to bring nice clothes now?”
Apparently it doesn’t matter, and dinner is her shout!
So that’s nice. My sister is like the one sibling I actually get along with somewhat. She was the first to learn I was gay too when she read my MySpace profile where I’d stated I was ‘Interested in’ men. I got a message saying, “I learned a lot about you today Matt’ 😅