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.
Tell us your wedding stories.
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chthonic, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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.My entire uni class got were invited to our classmate's wedding reception at a beautiful old castle thing outside Aberdeen. On the coach out a mate and I necked 40 pro-plus each (I know, I KNOW) and nailed a bottle of whisky.
I then proceeded to make an utter tit of myself, culminating in standing on the bride's dress during a bout of energetic dancing, sending her sprawling to the floor in a heap.
It got worse afterwards but I can't bring myself to write it down. *shudder*
(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 16:55, Reply)
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