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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oh, crapI behave very well at functions as i don't drink. I just get to watch other people do it.
last year i went with my boyfriend to the wedding of two friends of his that he'd known since school. They were all in bands together and grew up listening to Pixies, Metallica, Ramones, etc. I was wearing a i-give-up-i'll-take-that dress which i HATED.
The groom, who i'd met briefly once before, got pissed at took a shine to me in my hideous outfit and got a bit gropey. Knight in shining armour boyfriend pulled him away and told the DJ to start up.
He started playing the Spice Girls.
The bride, who was thoroughly arseholed, walked up and screamed at the daft git for this sacrilege. Daft git looked through his record collection and realised he had to think fast.
Cue an entire night of The Rasmus on a loop.
Oh god the nightmares.
None of my friends are married. Nor planning to. I thought you were supposed to go to weddings all the time in your twenties? Bastards. No respect for those wanting to fall over and behave like twunts.
No apologies, only love for the inches - you have to take what you can, darlings
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 13:45, Reply)
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