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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GroomI forgot about this one, my sisters wedding. Firstly i was suffering from a nasty chest infection whereby i almost collapsed every time i started coughing, 1/2 bottle of southern comfort did not numb it either.
Anyway i digress. The wedding went well, my dads speech was dire conisiting mostly of "ums" & "errrs" obviously making it up on the spot and failing.
So onto the meal and evening do. My gran got wasted on G&Ts, insulted my mum and pissed the family off. The groom was later taken home early by the bride because he had also got so drunk the bar refused to serve him and he insulted one of the waiters.
she is now divorcing him after less than 2 years.
Brothers wedding next week, and i have to read a poem. oh dear!
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 9:42, Reply)
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