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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Sisters WeddingBefore hand i'd made a bet with my dad that it'd not last a year... i won this bet TWICE
But i digress, at my sisters wedding everything seemed to be going ok. I hated the groom, pretty much since i'd laid eyes upon him and even thou i don't care much for my sister i figured out that she could do better than this twunt.
Usual rubbish, speaches etc etc. The bar opens! Hoorah, the highlight of the day!!
I proceed to get stuck in, anything went, but Stella and little sausage rolls were the order of the day.
The spliff didn't help....
Things get worse.
I'm with my older sister and we're known for getting hammered. I loose count of the ammount of beer i've drunk (somewhere between 18 and 21 pints of Stella, shots and spliffage)
BUT.. i'm holding it together. I can walk and i can slur so i think i'm ok. We leave, the bride and groom are at the door saying goodnight to people. The groom thinks that i'm all tearful because i've lost my sister.. he pats me on the shoulder and says "don't worry i'll look after her..." BING for a split second i instantly sober up and reply
"Don't worry half of your friends have already looked after her"
DOH... my dad hoists me over the shoulder to avoid me getting my head punched in and runs to the car, he's laughing so hard that he crashes the car on the way back from the car park
Apols about length / girth etc
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 14:00, Reply)
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