The first time experiencing something new can be a daunting experience. Making love. Buying a home. Unwrapping the plastic off a Chupa Chup. Thankfully popping my celebrant cherry held no such misgivings. 

One question kept echoing in my mind while driving home from Melanie and James’ wedding at Zonzo Estate - is it too late to become Jewish?

I had two goals for 2018. One was to become a full-time celebrant. The other was to finish building the Kinder Surprise toy I’ve had since I started Grade 3 with Miss Pruscino.

It’s a Saturday night in the autumn of 2012.  I’m in a car driven by one of my besties. Josh Exton. What a handsome son of a bitch. Chin jaw. Wavy brown hair. Lips like a barracouta. 

It’s the night of Heleena and Philip’s wedding. The night is crisp. Smith Street is awash with its usual cast of characters. I make my way up to the venue, dodging a volley of VB stubbies thrown by the nearby hobos.

Ok, back for part two.

I have a brother-in-law. His name is Gary. Every Sunday night we sit down, grab a beer and try to guess the nationalities of the people being saved on Bondi Rescue.

Sometimes you meet a couple and you want to become the third party in their relationship. This happened when I met Lien and Andrew.