The Wedding Saga Starts Here

The next few posts recount the story of my trip to Seattle for the wedding of my good friend Mr Dave Males. Dave is a great guy, if a little, how can I put it, unconventional. I mean how many people do you know have wooed their girlfriend by recounting German poetry to her. Its not as if Germany is all the renowned for its poetry in the first place. That's like saying you're going to going to cook her a romantic English dinner, while listening to the great operatic tunes from Belgium. At times it was like being in a spoof wedding documentary, kind of a cross between Spinal Tap and 4 Weddings and a Funeral... in fact when the Males brothers we attempting to do knee slides across the dance floor late on Sunday, then a funeral seemed quite a likely prospect for the not too distant future. This is a story of much weirdness, a fair amount of swearing, and a few moments of pure comedy gold, to which I shall endeavor to do justice to.