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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Usher fuck-upMe and the (soon-to be) Mrs were deciding which table to put my Irish Catholic Grandmother on, since she wasn't easy to put in a group. So, I decided to put her on the same table as the Ushers, to try and make her feel important.
The meal was going fine, until my uncle tried to alert by a series of mad eye ticks that there was an issue on the table, which I vaguely caught but didn't respond to due to champagne etc. I did find out from my uncle and the other Usher that one of my mate had decided the wedding dinner was the time to tell my Grandmother...
1. that we had gone to a lapdancing club for my stag do.
2. that him and I had had a fist fight one drunken night due to him paying a lot of attention to an on-off again girlfriend.
3. that the same girlfriend actually existed, and that she was a single mother.
Still, at least I got a laugh at his expense. He brought along his new girlfriend, who we hadn't met until the big day. It turns out that she was so impressed by his behaviour on the day that she dumped him that very night, when they got back to the hotel. Even better, she still managed to convince him to drive her home from Lincolnshire back to her home in Essex. Alone. I'd have loved to have been in that car with them.
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Rev. A-MOL is lurking around these parts again, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 17:39,
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