“Harvard!” Simone yelled across the room at The Willows.
She was the bridesmaid at a different wedding almost two years ago.
She was the one who convinced the bloke controlling the vehicle, that letting the bride and groom getting on a cherry picker was a good idea.
Half of me was sweating about professional indemnity insurance.
The other half was busy snapping away.
Simone told me how she loved my photos from Michelle and Brennan’s wedding.
And while I blush I remembered she isn’t from Melbourne.
So to see me at another Melbourne wedding must be bizarre.
Just as bizarre as me not seeing her in a bridesmaid’s dress.
Bumping into her reminded me to blog about this wedding.
And that the world is small.
That I meet different people from different places.
Under ridiculously short time frame.
Yet we manage to leave long lasting impressions on each other.