Four jerks and a wedding

I guess you've seen the movie Four weddings and a funeral. And then you might remember the first wedding when the groom and his pal first come too late then have forgotten their rings.

This is almost what happened to us this weekend. Yesterday Erik and I were invited to a wedding where our good old friend Gunnar was getting married to his most recent beloved. (He's incredible by the way, he's 38 and this is his marriage no 4, he married first time being 18 and that marriage lasted less than a year.) Now Gunnar and Fiona were getting married in a church in Forsmark a bit north of Stockholm, where Gunnar lives these days breeding race horses together with his brother Claes.

Erik and I left Stockholm more or less on time, and on the way we were supposed to pick up our friends Svante and Sanna for a ride. Turned out that they were more or less delayed, at least Sanna is a die-hard time optimist who decided to change dress in the last minute and thus needed to come up with other shoes, bag, and necklace - well you girls know the routine.

So when we left we were about 20 minutes behind schedule and I had to tell Erik off several times for breaking the speed limit. Ending up in a police control was the last we needed. Then on top of that when we finally reached Forsmark Erik claimed that he should turn right instead of left in a roundabout and we ended up by the nuclear plant instead of by the church, and we had to backtrack quite a bit. And I was like:

"Couldn't you have looked at the map beforehand? Or asked me to do it?"
"Well I've been here before" Erik replied
"And when was that? In 1984??"
"Come on, Hera, you know we were here two years ago."
"Yeah and it was winter and dark and rainy and Claes did the driving."
"It was Easter, not winter."
"Well it was Winter during easter back then. "

Men! Always think they are wildlife trappers and can manage without maps and such. Navigating by the stars and the sun! I have wanted us to get a GPS now for several years, but we have never gotten around.

Well in the end we four jerks reached the church, all of us going "Fuck" like in Four weddings and a funeral. And we arrived sort of two seconds before the bride and groom and stumbled into the church and took seats. We ended up at the bride's side instead of the groom but that mattered little.

And all in all it was a great wedding and a cool party afterwards at Gunnar and Claes' ranch.  Gunnar and Fiona rode an open horse-chariot, and it was very beautiful although a bit cold, Fiona confessed after wards, and then there were food and music and a tour in the stables for those interested. And some of us sneaked upstairs later in the evening to watch the Melodifestivalen (Swedish ESC pre-selection) finale, where Charlotte Perelli won with the well-crafted and slick song Hero in a short  bling-bling dress which looked like it had been sprayed upon her.

Charlotte Perelli: [link]