Getting togged up.

Today is the one day of the week I have to prepare for the impending wedding on Thursday and the arrival of two very energetic friends from Scotland. I have a mild throbbing in my head following the red wine last night, but it just serves to remind me what a good night it was.

I need to sort out some bikes for the girls coming, tog myself out for my first Amsterdam wedding, tidy my flat in preparation for a female level of cleanliness.

I'm really apprehensive about the wedding, cos it's a gay wedding, so I feel I have to be as well dressed as possible. I'm convinced I worry more about the opinions of my gay friends than I do about the opnions of females I'm wooing. If this was any city other than Amsterdam I'd worry about this last sentance.

It's smart - casual which makes it worse - i.e. more effort. Normally the kilt would serve the purpose of avoiding decisions, but the Groom(Or one of them) is Scottish so that's his propoerty tomorrow. So while 2 days ago I was apprehensive about looking rough and scruffy enough in a Pool hall. Tonight I have to spend time wondering if I prefer the Black or the White shirt with my newly purchased Hugo Boss Jacket for going to a Gay wedding.

I'm very proud of my Jacket - I bought it at lunch time today, It's smart enough(And expensive enough) for a wedding and grunge enough(Turquoise thread and denim inside pockets) for me to be comfortable in it. It provides me with just enough kick to mean that I can walk with confidence to the wedding tomorrow.

Amsterdam has this problem - everything is so casual that it can be a little difficult to look as if you made an effort to dress up.

Anyway - home for a night of ironing, tidying and resting before what will be one of my busiest weekends in Amsterdam(Or anywhere) in a while(If not ever).