Well, its all been done. The wedding is over, the guests have gone, and my sister has a different name. Not without its cock-ups mind you.

The night before the wedding, I was in my cousins rented mansion, admiring the decor in the living room. Couches lined the wall, facing the TV and Bar at one end of the room, and at the other end, a massive executive board meeting table that could seat up to 14 or more people imposed itself.

In the middle, just near the doorway, a bench, covered in a large pearl drape separated the two halves of the room. I stared at the drape, and the way it protected the warmer 'feel' of the lounge area. I thought I'd unleash my interior decorator on my aunty.

"That drape is strange... unusual, but it just works"

"Thats your sisters wedding dress."

"Ooooopps."

Still, the wedding was great. My speech went down really well with the crowd. At least I didn't get boo'ed, or hear crickets after my jokes. Although the 'rod' joke might have benifited from a little more champagne amongst the masses.

Oh, and Elissa... if your reading this from Tasmania... Rachael really does want to know if she can start moving your stuff out of her new room.