Weddings, tears and BG issues

I went to a wedding last night.

The groom was my uncle, Mick, and his stunning bride was Belinda. They both looked beautiful.
The service was lovely, and it was wonderful catching up with some family, and meeting others for the first time, like my two gorgeous cousins Mackyla and Morgan. Food was lovely, and the Creme Brulee for dessert was divine. The music was great, lots of 80's stuff, and I danced a lot, especially with my Poppy and my cousins.

I cried last night.

Looking at my uncle getting married, I kept wishing he was [a specific someone else] and Bel was me. Grrr. I say the music was great... However, I discovered that they play altogether too many love songs at weddings, especially when you are trying (unsuccessfully) to heal a broken heart.
On the plus side, I have this wonderful trait which is the envy of my girlfriends... I can cry for hours, and don't look as though I have cried at all... It makes it a lot easier to hide things from mum...

The wedding finshed, we drove home, and my best friend picked me up and took me to his place so I could cry with someone to support me. He knows everything about me, and never judges.

I had BG issues last night...

But I guess we can blame that on the Creme Brulee and the dodgy pancreas...