The morning after the night before. And what a night. Our dear friend Surya married her best friend Nat on Saturday evening, and a bunch of us stayed down the coast at Pt Willy for the occasion. People I have known and loved for more than 20 years, and there’s nothing like getting all dressed up and drinking champagne with your favourites. We looked cute and felt cute and danced cute. Danced the night away on the deck, can’t tell you how much I love a cover band.
And Star of Greece is such a dream location. Best described as a nice shed, atop a cliff, overlooking the wrecked pier and stunning beach below. When I wasn’t dancing or drinking, I was crying. The wedding was very personal, and Surya is a kind of wonder, the most generous and loving, it was a true joy to see her so happy with her guy. Her father lead us in the Gayatri Mantra before dinner and I cried again. It’s one I often recite in the mornings (though never the full 108 times), the rough translation being to meditate on the divine light or radiant sun. And Surya means sun, and she is a friend that brings light and warmth to everyone she knows, so if that isn’t perfect I don’t know what is.