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If you saw me this Saturday night you may not have recognised me. I was dressed to the nines, swinging from the poles of a red double decker bus, while people watched and cheered from the streets.

No, I have not changed careers. Or lost my mind. I was aboard a Party Express Bus with all my friends, celebrating my upcoming nuptials. It was certainly one of the best nights weve had in a long time. Even the more laid-back of my mates were cheering and dancing as we travelled through central London on our way to four different nightclubs.

I think everyone had been looking forward to celebrating Gareths and my engagement. And I certainly had been looking forward to doing something exciting, instead of my normal moaning over planning and arrangements. We were not disappointed. Hats off to the crew who led us through the evening, not only enduring but encouraging our drunken, cheesy zeal.

And with a taste now of some of the fun involved in preparing for the wedding, we feel that much more inclined to get on with it and finalise arrangements for the event. Gareth and I spent some time this weekend, sorting through the invitation samples we have, talking over details, and discussing travel plans with friends.

Okay, so we did not really accomplish much of anything. I suspect that this will change when my father returns from Florida this week. Hopefully out of all our blustering talk this weekend, Gareth and I will be able to salvage some tangible decisions for him. Or who knows, he could even have some for us...

31 January 2000,

Stacie Lewis