When I rocked up to Gerringong, I was sitting in my car in the South Werri carpark, checking out the waves and looking towards Seacliff House where my clients were getting married early that afternoon. The surf was flat, which is always good for a surfer when they're about to start work, and the sky was clear. Considering we'd just spent the week in and out of evacuation mode from South Coast fires, this was a relief.
Then out of nowhere it started bucketing down. It was hard to see out the windscreen even with the wipers on. So much for the blue skies I thought and off I went. With the rain came the wind. And it was blowing chairs up hill. That's not a good sign. Peter seemed unfazed.
Then out of a red Commodore (I think), stepped a windblown bride with the most beautiful dress and incredible smile, and everything just kind of returned back to normal. I don't think the wind actually died off, but it no longer seemed to matter. The rain did clear though and the blue skies kicked into one of the most beautiful sunsets I've seen for awhile.
My designated fifteen minute 'Photo Shoot' with these guys peaked at the fourteen minute mark when Peter pulled out a couple of Zoolander moves on me - very impressive! And hard to stop there with such talent so obvious. But we did.
All that was combined with beautiful food and fun drinks like Espresso Martini's, and dancing that even tempted me to move the foot tap to a secret little hip swivel. When a particularly good dancer suggested I looked like a Lumber Jack, I took it as a compliment and decided not to bust out any more large hairy moves.
Did I mention I didn't stop smiling.
My warmest congratulations to these two beauties.
Dean aka CloudFace