
Attending 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.
( , Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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the last wedding i went to was my uncle's 2nd marriage. me and my sister weren't given a song book, and not being religious types, had no idea what the words to any of the hymns were. we were given the choice of either standing there making it obvious, or mouthing what we could hear..
disatster, i can tell you.
the after party thing involved our stupid cousins telling us how much they hate us, and my sister getting sick, so i had to sit in a corner by myself all night..
( , Thu 14 Jul 2005, 23:09, Reply)
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