Amazing day celebrating with my fave Gergie-Poo. I can't believe how grown up we must be now, for her to be getting married.

We managed keep everything secret, we managed to not smash any pottery (ceramic goods and Prosecco was potentially a disaster combo), we managed to not lose any balloons to ceiling fans (nearly though), and we managed to all stay upright even after a fair few cocktails.

The intense concentration displayed above wasn't always the case, and I reckon we each consumed a good couple of extra units due to "ooh doesn't it pour out quickly?!" moments. Oops! (not oops)