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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Yeeears ago...Back in my early single digits -- too young to remember, but old enough to say really embarassing things at the right time -- my parents were invited to their friends' wedding. I, being the too-young-to-leave-at-home sprog, was dragged along with a tube of Smarties to keep me quiet.
Did anyone know of any just cause or impediment? Let them speak now or forever hold their peace...
A solitary voice, innocent and blameless.
"I DROPPED MY 'MARTIES!"
My folks haven't let me forget it since. Even twenty-something years later. Twunts.
(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 19:24, Reply)
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