The Happy Event

Here we are at long last - the ghosts of Heather past, present and future gathered together to eat, drink and celebrate. For the absent friends who missed out, come see what you missed.


First, check out the frock!


Heather Hukins dressed by George Gross and Christopher Shaw - the best shopping pal a girl ever had. Half the staff of the Sydney CBD David Jones think I should have married him.

There were guests from the family and people who have been friends so long that they're like family. Below from left to right: my brother Chris, family friends Hank and Chris, my mother Vickie, grandmother Enid and sister-in-law Stacie.


Below: Gary, Patricia, the Daddy Boss, Viv, Christo and Wendy.



Below: Nat, Blake, Tiff, Yuki, Eric and Marcus.


Below: Darrell, Caroline, James, Matt and Rachel.


Public service convention clockwise from top left: Edmund, Anita, Steve, Marcus (token non-government employee), me and Christopher.


For those of you who have been keeping count, Christopher is indeed the fourth Chris-variant on the guest list. I have decided that I need to either rationalise my Chris collection or insist that most of them change their names.


Something about weddings always makes people want to pose in pairs.


My dear old friend Blake poses above with his girlfriend Tiff (who took the photos at my farewell party much earlier in the history of this blog).


Matt and Rachel, who works with Marcus, are pictured above early in the night. This is before the Sambuca shots.

Yuki (chief photographer) and Eric came from San Francisco for the happy event. Some people really will go a long way for a party.


While technically not "a couple," the Daddy Boss did get up close and personal with the Clown. They do look strangely comfortable together.


Above: the beginning of a beautiful friendship. I seated Anita and Edmund together, confident that they would hit it off almost at once. Based on this photo, I was right.


Above: the middle of a beautiful friendship. My dear friends Anita and Christopher keep me more or less sane all week so that I can properly enjoy the odd mad party.


Above: a rather strange stage in an otherwise perfectly sensible friendship.


Above: the beginning of the end. It was all downhill from here.


Spot the Sambuca drinker in this happy family ...