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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I was best man for my mate...... but I hardly knew the bride or her family at all. Driving her parents to the reception, I tried to make small talk.
Me: So, is Helen an only child then? Any other family weddings recently?
Her dad: What?!
Me: Helen - is she an only child?
Her dad: She had a brother.
Me [utterly thrown by this reply]: What? Oh... she... eh? had? um...
Her dad: He died.
Me: ... oh...
Her dad: Quite suddenly.
Me: ah...
Her mum: It was a blood clot in his lung.
Me: ah...
Her mum: He just keeled over.
Her dad: But we don't talk about that.
Me: Oh... right... no... not today, anyway.
Her dad: Especially not today.
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Me: So, nice weather...
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teedyay, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 23:18,
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