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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Rotten flower girlAt my friend Sarah's wedding, in which I was a bridesmaid, she had agreed to let her undisiplined, spoiled rotten 4-year old neice be the flower girl. The wedding was held outdoors under a tent, and the exremely eleborate cake with fountains of champagne affixed to it was at the right hand side of he minister. During the ceremony, just as the couple were taking their vows, the flower girl wrenched loose from her mother and scremed at the top of her lungs "I WANT CAKE!!", and ran straight for the cake, plunging both hands into the middle of it, which knocked off the champagne fountain, with then spilled onto the minister, who was understandably annoyed. He quickly finished the ceremony as we all tried not to laugh hysterically at the plight of the dripping minister.
Other than that, it was a lovely wedding.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 15:54, Reply)
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