My brothers wedding.
I was best man. And having already let him down by being to drunk to make the evening session of his stag do after drinking a bottle of Southern Comfort on an empty stomach I was determined to win back his respect.

The wedding day went swimmingly and my best man duties won everyone over.

My brother had even had the foresight to invite two of my best mates to the evening do so that I'd have someone to drink with.
This was great until they started fighting. I managed to split them up after one punched the other down a flight of stairs in a comical 'wild west' fashion. And they both calmed down abit. Luckily no one at the wedding had seen any of this and only other guests of the hotel and a girl who was knocked off the payphone at the bottom of the stairs were affected. Until........ I was showing leaving guests to their cars outside and I heard the most all mighty smash ever. I turned around to see my mates lying on the car park fighting with a full floor to ceiling window smashed behind them. The bloody idiots had fallen through it whilst fighting.
Luckily the guests I was showing out were the type we'd never see again and I split the lads up and told them to do a runner.

The hotel manager blamed it on kids in the morning. My brother knew though and wasn't impressed. His wife has never spoken to the two mates since either.
( Evil Bastardo, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 17:48, Reply)