O'Keefes rule, OK?

Well what about us O'Keefes? OK, Dot has captured the wedding in a nutshell, and I couldn't agree more, but what about us O'Keefes? Can we party, or what? Do we all love each other or what? And don't you answer "or what".

But realise when I say O'Keefes, I mean Prestipinos, Heggens, Jane's partner, Gabby's Adrian, Kelly's Mart and now Jack - you have no choice, you are all honorary and legendary O'Keefes. And should be grateful for it. As I said to someone at the wedding (maybe everyone) you can be divorced, separated, living in sin, an ex-jailbird or even an old poof and no one, not even the retired priest, will knock you for that.

(To add to the confusion, I gather that my goddaughter is now my sister, and all her family have moved up a notch - and none too soon, I say.)

And we can all not see each other for ages, but when the excuse comes for a gettogether, we're there in spades, having a ball. Thank God for Family Days, weddings, Boxing Day and the whole caboodle that gives us a network.

Mind you, my customary bottle of white a day was followed by several Pure Blondes and champagnes which meant the stagger up the hill to Milson's Point Station was a touch dodgy - but I got there. And the walk through the Cross was seamless.

And Jack and Alice, thank you. Thank you for an afternoon of poetry in the park, thank you for a very scrambly photo call following, thank you for looking so dreamily, angelically in love all night, thank you for wonderful words (Gabby, Bob 1 and Bob 2 - outright winner), thank you to the Ellises for retiring to the TV and leaving the dance floor free for the O'Keefe tribe to invade en masse.

Like Dot, I had a few deep and meaningfuls myself and fortunately recall most of the content. Hence this raving screed.

And finally, hi to John, Chris and Sue, Stephen and Kelly - you were all there in spirit and we all raised a glass or ten to you from time to time. (I have this vague memory that I might have even spoken to you Kelly?)

Roll on Boxing Day!

All I missed was my dance with Chad.

Hugh