I haven’t blogged much lately, because I don’t feel like I’ve really done a lot. We’ve viewed a couple of rental flats, and nearly took one last week until on second inspection we found it wasn’t quite as nice as we’d first thought (limited storage and suspicious damp marks on some of the walls), and that’s been about it. This weekend however, I’ve actually done lots and lots so I thought I would grace you with a blog post.
I’ve only been up to Birmingham once before, and it didn’t really count as I just went to a friend’s house, stayed overnight, and then drove straight back again. But one of our friends was getting married this Sunday, so we went up on Saturday and made a proper trip of it this time. I have to confess that despite my customary prejudice regarding anything further north than Cambridge, it was really good! The city seemed really nice with lots of shops and restaurants clustered around the canals, and there were some nice buildings and squares in the centre of town.
We thought we’d try Nightingales while we were up there, which seems to be Birmingham’s main (only?) gay club, and I was very impressed with it. There were lots of quite fit boys, and the music was great. It was boiling though and I don’t think my feet appreciated the four hours of dancing much. It had a nice outdoor terrace thing too, and for some reason a diner upstairs, which I think is a GREAT idea for a club.
Saturday was a special night they were having to launch the new single by September. “Who?” I hear you cry. Yes I know, I thought so too, but I did actually recognise one of her previous songs, and she’s a sort of Cascada-y dance singer from Sweden. She was good anyway, even if she did come on an hour late and it was a bit obvious that quite a few people didn’t know who she was. I’ll try to put up a picture of her once I’ve got them off my camera.
Then Sunday was the wedding, for which I was feeling rather tired from the night before. I can say it was officially a Good Wedding, as I’ve been to a couple of bad ones, a couple of mediocre ones, and this was a Good one. It was in a nice church in a little square in the centre of Birmingham, and they had a good choir and some really nice musical interludes. Then we all piled into taxis down to the Mailbox, and had a boat ride along the canal up to the reception. It unfortunately started to pour with rain at this point, so on arrival we all had to run 200 metres through driving rain and arrive at the venue thoroughly soaked. The bride was protected by four men holding a blanket over her head, and reportedly ran the journey while shouting “This isn’t glamorous! It was meant to be glamorous!”. The dress survived intact though and at least she didn’t fall in the canal or anything.
The reception was good, with good food made largely by the groom and his family (he’s a chef, and spent his wedding day morning making canapés, bless), and then good music and lots of dancing on my already well-worn feet.
The drive home yesterday felt soooooooo long, and I’m really exhausted today. I’ve been a bit virusy all weekend, and haven’t stopped for a proper rest since Thursday night I don’t think, so it’s all catching up with me now. I’ve got a stupid flat viewing tonight, and then finally I will hopefully be able to sleep and sleep and sleep.
Hooray for Brum though, and for it not being as provincial as first feared.