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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Receiving LineI came to the wedding ceremony a derelict, knowing no one but the bride, and her but barely. Afterwards, I joined the receiving line, and stood, quite by accident, next to a random, solitary princess: tall, athletic, good-looking, tanned, taut.
The mother of the bride (whom I had never met) approached. She looked at the princess, then to me, and to my surprise, smiled brightly and said in the sweetest manner imaginable: "We have heard SO much about you!" I was apparently the princess' missing better half!
Despite the dawning look of horror on princess's face, the derelict played along: "And I have SO much wanted to meet you! We'll talk more at the reception!"
I had a wonderful time at the reception with my newfound friends, but had a devil of a time locating my better half for dancing and pictures eating wedding cake.
(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 23:02, Reply)
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