After completely digressing and having an amazing lunch of sushi and spending an indecent amount of time in a book shop buying books and magazines we finally made our way into Woolworths, South Africa's answer to a department store (quite a measly one as a department store, but otherwise awesome), and I started picking out things I could see myself trying on and actually sweating in at the wedding. I'm not a fan of fitting rooms or static electricity and the two things combined for me equal a small, and exceedingly hot version of hell.
However, against all odds, lo and behold, in the immortal words of the phenomenon known as Madonna, and sort of befitting a wedding:
I made it through the wilderness
somehow I made it through
didn't know how lost I was
until I found you
I was beat incomplete
I'd been had I was sad and blue
but you made me feel
Yeah, you made me feel
all shiny and new
I just wish I hadn't paid for you and taken you all the way home, before I found out you were actually maternity wear.
I'm bewildered and the suitcase only contained some musty old chocolate, that can't even been eaten anymore. Hubby knows, he tried.
Denmark here we come.