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"Don't you want to get married Carly?" is a question I get asked a lot these days.  You see at the age of 31, most people are expecting me to be married off by now or a least have something on the horizon.  I can see peoples brains go into over drive.  Whats wrong with her, there must be something wrong with her, they think.  Maybe she has no personality; maybe she is weird or maybe!  Maybe she is a lesbian!  Well most people tell me I have too bigger personality; we are all slightly weird in our own way; and I did kiss a girl at Uni in the bar, because this guy said he would buy us pizza if we did, if that counts as being a lesbian (God the things you do at university)!  There is also could be the reason that maybe I'm just not that bothered about getting married.  I don't feel that a piece of paper and a change of your name should change the way you feel about someone. I would never say never.  Maybe if I fell deeply in love with someone, I could feel differently about it, but right now its not high on my list of priorities.  All that said I do love going to other peoples weddings: food, drink and one big party.  You also get a good excuse to buy a new outfit.

Its the start of the wedding season again and first up this year, was the wedding of my cousin, Ryan to the beautiful Hannah.  They have been together 9 years, are totally in love, and cried a lot throughtout the day along with most members of the family (With happiness of course).  Don't worry I didn't.  I don't cry at weddings! It was a great chance to catch up with all my family, many who I haven't seen since before I went traveling.  I was sat at the most noisy table again, which got a bit riotous during the sing a long with the piano player; I spilt red wine all over the ushers white shirt (embarassing!); everyone had a good old dance and I did my usual trick of walking round bare foot (I hate heels) and then had my mother on my back back to put them back on as there could be glass on the floor.  Of course I never put them back on, as I never do as I'm told, and finished the night with black feet.  Always the sign of a good wedding for me.