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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My Dad's wedding....was brilliant. He married a second time last August to my now step-mum. To begin with, my mother, crashed the wedding and tried to cause agro, but she never got anywhere.
Anyway, there were two receptions being held at this posh hotel we went to (the prices at the bar were rediculous). By about midnight, and after a whole day of drinking, there was only my mate Rob and myself left from our crowd so we carried on drinking with 9 or so people from the other wedding. Typical bunch really. All piss-heads. Between ourselves, we managed to get the barmaid drunk and SHE FORGOT TO LOCK UP! Cue her leaving and us lot taking advantage of the now 'free bar'! We certainly got our monies worth that night!
The following morning, nobody seemed to notice the copious amout of alcohol unaccounted for, even the cleaner didn't batter an eyelid as he hoovered around us all at 4am. How we all got away with it I'll never know
Oh, and my mate Rob? He slept on the bathroom floor that night.
(, Sun 17 Jul 2005, 0:52, Reply)
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