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Attending 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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(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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We turned up late to my cousin's wedding
mostly because we were giving her brother a lift up to it. He managed to remember the 6 bags of camera equipment he'd need for a photoshoot later that day, but not his suit.

Anyways, we get to this country hotel and there's loads of people milling about in their best clothes waiting to go into the reception.

How late are we? Much embarrassed, we slip into the queue to shake hands with the family and start talking to those around us, telling how Sara is my cousin and how I'd not met Steve her new husband yet and why we were late.

Was having a great time till I realised that I really didn't recognise _any_ of the people in the queue, or, as we got closer to the door, any of the people welcoming us to the reception.

Turns out that it was a Sara marrying a Steve alright, just not the correct Sara and Steve.

To a huge round of applause, we bow out of the queue and sprint to the other end of the hotel, where the correct wedding is just starting.

If we'd kept quiet, I reckon we could have wangled two meals though.
(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 16:29, closed)

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