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.
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chthonic, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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Erm, UmmMy highlight of my first wedding was my alcoholic inlaws sucking it down like someone else was paying for it (someone else was - me). Cue father in law trying to give his speech so wasted he can't even remember our names, let alone what we were doing.
"We are all here today to ... we are gathered here ... gathered here today for ... err .. umm ... Charge your glasses! To ... err ... umm ..."
In the end his wife came up and led him off.
Best bit? The video camera trained on him during his "speech" chose that moment to exercise it's autofocus, resulting in a swimming picture of the old git swaying back and forth and randomly breaking into dance. He's heard to loudly say as he is led off by the M-I-L "I buggered that one up then."
Still, he recovered enough composure later that evening to do an impromtue number with his wife on the dancefloor that involved putting napkins on their heads and skipping around and tossing the dried flower petals that were sitting in baskets by the door that were supposed to be thrown at us as we left.
Sadly, the video guy didn't catch that bit.
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Udderbelly A tale of four titties, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 11:03,
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