WeddingsAttending a wedding is like being handed a licence to act like a twat. Oh how I laughed when I sobered up and realised I'd nicked most of the plates and cutlery from the posh hotel lunch and those vague memories of stealthily exiting like a cat-burglar had in-fact involved falling out of the hotel, knives and forks clattering onto the steps.
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chthonic, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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Best Man at my brother's wedding.All went swimmingly until a Grandma we don't speak to turned up, the limo to the reception literally blew up in the hottest day of a very hot summer and the hotel had double-booked the bridal sweet with both brides getting mercenary over who booked it first.
To make matters worse a friend tried to pull my Aunty in front of her son, I was overheard saying how much I hate 'Kiss From a Rose' by Seal during the happy couple's first dance, and the father-in-law was caught placing a gypsy hex on the hotel.
The cherry on top of the cake was me mistaking an irish guest as Bryan McFadden (then out of Westlife) and bombarding him with questions about groupie sex... right in front of his girlfriend.
Myself and the brides' brothers girlfriend went missing for an hour or so. Despite nothing naughty going on, I had to hide in my room until said double-hard bastard brother got too wasted to stay conscious.
Quite a day.
(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:57, Reply)
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