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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Not wedding, reception but stillMy best friend's mam and stepdad were married last December, so me, my boyfriend and 2 of my mates went to the reception afterward.
We arrived late, as we didn't know where we were going, and got lots of funny looks off the family, we got a bit tipsy, I was wearing a teeny pink dress with torn tights and Doc Martens, we got a bit more tipsy, one of my friends got into a verbal fight with the barman because he wouldn't serve us, calling him gay and basically just taking the piss out of him (she was 15). After a couple of alcopops I was rather drunk. Ahhh, good timeS :)
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Kittenpants, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 21:21,
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