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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At my girlfriend's brother's weddingI was the only usher and spent the day running around with a thousand and one jobs to do. Everything was going fine however at the wedding breakfast I was sat next to their elderly grandmother. Everyone knows that she likes a drink or three, but on this occasion no-one, especially me was prepared for the fact that every five minutes or so there would be a nudge of my elbow and a glass waved under my nose for a refill! She proceeded to do nothing but drink all day and had to be put to bed very early pissed as a fart!
Oh well we get to do it all over again next August when my girlfriend and I get married.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 13:13, Reply)
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