Misty and Kimbra

I met a nice girl the other night while in the pub. 

She were lively. Chatty. Up for some fun. And we did, back at my place. Bit of music. Coupla shots. Then took it to the bedroom. 

Seein' her later, actually. After footie practice. Me and "the lads." Jerry. Jericho. Leroy. Tommy. 

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Her name is Kimbra. 

We've been datin'... six months now. She's the girl I were tellin' you about. The girl from the pub. 

Introduced her to my mates and she got the seal of approval. Not that she needed it, mind. But you know, it's always nice when the worlds collide in a positive way. 

Similarly, me and her mates get on really well. 

It turns out we have a mutual friend in Jericho. 

You know Jericho, right? 

Cute lad. Son of Rose and Brion Roth. 

We met durin' BSL classes. Used to date. Still best friends. All that jazz. 

He's now datin' Sandy. Also in the BSL class. They've recently adopted a puppy together. Called her Rosalina, after Princess Rosalina from Super Mario Galaxy. 

He's also thinkin' of poppin' the question to them. Which will be lovely. 

I do love a good weddin'. Though maybe I am biased. After all, I've been to many. Mostly friends, but some family members too. My mum's. My dad's. My brother's. 

Even my own. 

Yeah, me and Kimbra are married. 

Surprise! 

Ha! 

Honestly were such a wonderful, magical day. All the cherry blossoms and confetti in our hair as we spin on the dance floor to Mamma Cass, Dream A Little Dream Of Me. 

I told my parents we were gettin' married. They were shocked. But pleased that we were happy. 

They said that’s what they wanted. For me to be happy. For us to be happy. 

And we are. 

And that's the best bit, innit? It's not over. Just gettin' started.