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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Temporarily forgot she was his exAt my youngest bro's wedding, all 10 of us and our mom walked into the reception hall and headed for the "reserved" tables. My father who had gone through an incredibly bitter, acrimonious divorce with Mom was sitting at the head table. He caught sight of her and jumped up to bellow, "Hey, that's only for family!" My mother whips around, slaps her chest and screams back, "What am I, chopped liver?"
We tried to slink away, but our parents made us acknowledge them.
(, Sat 16 Jul 2005, 3:33, Reply)
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