Melbourne makes with the matrimonial merry
Spiralling
Decade on the break and the head long trip into the clouds past the border reasons with the joining of two worlds, two people, as one under the law of marriage. Melbourne for the ride, a hit on the plane needed to take the journey. Early wiring makes the light on cool, the air of 04:20 quiet. Still, other cars are on the road and making the trip is not a lonely affair.
Up and down against the flow of the travelators makes time pass slowly by the minutes. Few people come in the other way and they stand aside trying to make the walkway in their direction.
Clear and empty is JetStar Flight 301 from Sydney to Melbourne. Only a quarter quota taking the seats and buckles for the warning light on the Sunday morning.
Landing down in Avalon, Victoria, the place is desolate and runs one coach out of the hanger every who knows when. It certainly was testy waiting for the two women who were not hiring a car. Line is thick waiting for the deals on an Avis hire. Thrifty beating the change by a blue note with quick and informative service.
Paying insurance is vital when hiring a rental car. Especially if the last time behind a wheel was before the Sydney Olympics. Fifteen dollars to install a maximum payout the smart thing with nearly ramming the fence on leaving the airport car park.
Hilarity continues throughout the day driving while easily distracted. Closely coming to clipping other cars on sealed roads the stuff of stress and nerves for those in passenger mode. Takes the mind out of the need for drift speed and plying no brakes at all.
Right time to hit the relatives as they hardly recognise the stranger in their midst. Day of movement all about the man and woman of the hour, nothing needed on catching up with the estranged one. One in the many of relatives to face with other soon-to-be-relatives to flood the day full of family and happy spirits.
On the wedding chapel in Blackburn North, cameras are on in furious numbers. Every other other looking behind with the clarity of shakiness that besets the frame. Not a minute passes where there is no opportunity to capture another magic moment in time.
Facing down to feast at the table at the reception, the people continue with their milling around the Witchmount Estate. A location as far removed from any other place as to rock the night away with no fear of waking up the sensitive. Food on offer is quick to pass the tongue, down and in the stomach for the next course.
Sadly, before the night begins in full force, but gladly with at least the first wedding dance on cloud dry ice, it's out of the state again to barely make it for check-in.
Never long enough to bask in the giddy joy of celebrations of a newly minted marriage.
Soon Van - Tuesday, 19 September 2006 - 22:03
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