Currently I’m on holidays preparing for my son’s wedding this weekend in FNQ. Yes, he’s marrying a Queenslander but what can you do? Kids these days never listen, anyway. As I hone the father of the groom speech, this week has been one of reminiscing. Here’s an image from the vault of the young fella outside Erskineville Oval after a session of kicking practise.
When I was a nipper my father would take me there when he umpired in the Sydney Aussie Rules competition. And being a Victorian he would have copped plenty. As my brother remarked after last weekend’s Swan’s demolition of Port Adelaide: “Half the fun of going to the game is bagging the Victorian umps.”
Anyway, on Monday I’ll post an image of how we look now, somewhat older of course and dressed a little sharper. Also I’ve been trying to nail down the right proportion of drinks to settle the nerves ahead of the big speech. Boy, anticipating a live television appearance is a walk in the park compared to a wedding speech.
Figured I’d spend the spare hours after the ceremony with a couple of quiet gin and tonics. Thence once the function commences, one or two aperitifs would be in order followed by some beers and red wine with the meal. By then the anxiety levels should be well under control.
However I’m unsure whether a final settler would be advisable, say, some vodka Red Bull shots...or should I stick to water at this point? I’m happy to take suggestions regarding the shots.