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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Ask again next weekWhen I was 3 or 4 I was a pageboy at my cousins wedding - my parents couldn't understand why I was terrified - but they eventually realised I was convinced I was becoming my cousins permanent pageboy, and didn't want to have to grow up without my parents.
I believe I behaved well once I understood the pageboy arrangement was not permanent. However, as part of the bride's entourage, I arrived at the reception before my parents. When they arrived I (apparently) greeted them, champagne flute in hand, announcing,"This shampoo tastes disgusting."
I still object to the photo they keep on display of me in golden knickerbockers (22/23 years later).
Anyway - to the subject heading - it's been a while since I was at a wedding, and I'm going to one tomorrow. This is dangerous as I am bitterly single, and have just NOT handed in a required dissertation. I think drowning my sorrows will happen, and so next week I will be slowly remembering better answers to this question....
and cringing.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 1:39, Reply)
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