Queenstown.

The lead up to the wedding was going pretty much as planned until we had several enormous setbacks in the previous month. We arrived in Queenstown on the 19th of March (Eve and her parents arrived in pure rockstar fashion) and spent the weekend chilling out and getting ready for the maelstrom that we figured was on the way.

The weather and scenery were pretty much perfect as Eve and her mob trekked out of Glenorchy on Tuesday, while Rob met the boys at the Speight's Ale House for a 'quiet afternoon'. Later that night, as the trekkers hunkered down at the first Greenstone hut; Rob found himself passed out in a tent near Arrowtown wearing a wedding dress, with a new hair-do... Not surprisingly, there is little to report for Wednesday – other than the trekkers making it out in fine spirits.

On Thursday the gentlemen occupied themselves with a little hit and giggle at the Queenstown Golf Course; while the girls also found themselves giggling, although for an entirely different reason. Credit where credit's due: Wenn did a magnificent job maneuvering around Eve's no-stripper rule! The Hen's Night progressed to a dinner cruise on Lake Wakatipu, after which the ladies went on to paint the town red. The gentlemen found a neat whiskey bar ('scuse the pun) on Rees St and also carried on to the wee hours.

Following a short sharp rehearsal on Friday we both returned to our respective corners to prepare for the real thing.

The big day started out with family breakfasts and a few last minute preparations (like speeches). The boys kicked the WAGS out of the house they were staying at to get ready and muster up a little Dutch courage; and Eve was already running late by 12.30...

The ceremony and reception were spectacular... We did not take any photographs but have uploaded some of the great shots we have been given by friends and family.