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.
Tell us your wedding stories.
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chthonic, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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My wedding...Whilst stood at the alter with the good lady wife, all we could hear from behind us was this blubbing and sobbing. We both naturally assumed it would be my mother, but I glanced round at an opportune moment only to see my mother with a face like thunder and my father making all the noise as he was rather 'tired and emotional' from drinking gin and tonics since 9.00 that morning.
All the post wedding photos show my father wearing pitch black sunglasses to cover the red eyes, he looks like a blind man.
At the reception he made it through the meal but my brother (the best man) and I had to take him to bed when he started to slump into the desserts. He missed all the speeches and finally re-appeared just as we were leaving in the taxi for the airport. It was nice to see him.
Best bit was when we got back from honeymoon to find out that my parents and my aunt and uncle had been ejected from the reception hotel at about 2.00am for letting of fire extinguishers. They vehemently deny doing any such thing, but do admit to 'moving' one around!
First post , yippe, and probably last.
Length and girth always quoted in centimetres, makes me feel better.
(, Wed 20 Jul 2005, 11:43, Reply)
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