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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On pain of death....NEVER GO TO AN EX-GIRLFRIEND'S WEDDING.
The first and ONLY time, I took the future Mrs. Evil, despite her natural reservations, to the wedding from hell as the ex- was marrying a friend of mine.
Not only did I have to contend with snide comments from my Irish ex-'s 7 or so sisters and her harridan Father Jack-alike mother all fecking day, by the time we've moved on to the evening do in a pub, the groom had gone home feeling ill.
So up comes my ex-, in front of the future Mrs. E, and asks me if I want to have the first dance with her.
Realising that my own life is hanging on the very next words that come out of my mouth (and Mrs. Evil assures me that my goolies would have been separated from my body had I agreed), I tactfully suggested that, in lieu of her husband, protocol dictated it was probably the best man's duty.
We left about 3 nanoseconds later.
(, Mon 18 Jul 2005, 14:20, Reply)
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