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 the worst best manMy gf picked up a "tummy bug" (which involved lots of simultaneous vomiting & diarrhoea, difficulty rating 10/10), mate's wedding was on the Saturday and I was the best man. This same “bug” made itself known to me that very day. Cue me standing at the altar, next to bride & groom, apparently turning every shade from green to pure white. /Just/ before the main stuff happens I run out to the vestry and start throwing up in the sink (the ONLY sink and they had no toilets in the church). I think at this point the guy editing the wedding video muted the sound. They sang an impromptu hymn whilst I was getting cleaned up. I returned and service carried on as usual. I didn't go the reception, but groom's brother read out my speech - even the bit "…my lovely gf sitting next to me…" which now was his gran.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 8:17, Reply)
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