Nix and Pants Hook Up - Finally

On Saturday the 25th August my little sister (based on size, not age) married Andy Arde (aka Pants…..as in Andy-Pants…get it?) The day rolled out with precision and the months and months of planning, emailing, shouting, screaming and general arranging seemed to have paid off.

Most girls will tell you that the day of their wedding is the most special day of their entire lives and based on the amount of work that went into this wedding I think it’s fair to say that this statement applies for Nicky’s wedding day. From the day I arrived back from the UK there wasn’t a single time where if Nicky, Candice or my mother (or Pants for that matter) were in the same room together that this wedding wasn’t discussed. Whether it was seating arrangements, dj logistics or whether the lamb curry was going to be de-boned or not, there was always something that needed to be sorted out. I will say with blatant honesty that I don’t think a pack of guys could arrange a wedding. There’s just too much to do and I think our multi-tasking abilities are limited to holding a boerewors roll in one hand while grabbing a Hansa from the fridge with the other. Sometimes we even have to shout to the kitchen for one of the birds to grab a Hansa because we just can’t manage it ourselves. So well done girls, there was a lot to sort out for this wedding and I think you all did an amazing job. Associated to days of this nature is a fairly large cost and as we all know, nothing comes for free these days, so I bet Howie is pretty stoked that he’s finally palmed both his daughters off.

I won't go into detail about the actual events of the day, I think the photos below say more than enough, although in the picture of Nicky swinging the club, one thing that doesn't come through in the photo is that she nearly killed the hired photographer after she shanked her tee shot quite severely.