It is time for us to say our goodbyes and leave the party. We are bundled into the middle of the dancefloor and the DJ turns on a bubble machine and puts on 'New York, New York'. The remaining 50 or so guests surround us in a circle and dance. Occasional high kicks come close to our heads but we just smile at the sight of everyone we love dancing around us.
The song finishes and we say a few more individual goodnights and head off to our room. There is a trolley stacked high with presents and, since neither of us are sleepy, despite the long day, we start to open them. We are soon surrounded by towels and vases and champagne flutes and all sorts of other gifts. The floor becomes littered with shiny wrapping paper as we try to keep track of who gave us what. Eventually, we open the last one and go to bed.
The happiest day of my life finally draws to a close and I drift off to sleep with a smile on my face.
Monday, September 22, 2003
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