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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Oh dearI don't know why I feel compelled to tell you this.
It was my Mothers wedding to my Stepdad, nice enough guy, she lives in Germany, so I flew out after picking my own bridesmaid outfit. If you were having a ten year old bridesmaid, would you let her choose her own outfit?! Se hated it, and didn't have any problem telling me :(
On the morning of the wedding, we were walking up the steps of the registry office when I walked straight into one of those bars you hang an hanging basket on. It really hurt. A lot. I was trying to be brave/not cause a scene, but couldn't help myself silently crying.
My mum thought I was overcome with emotion, at the time that couldn't be further from the truth, as we've only just started speaking after about 6 years (although thats another story).
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dub-girl, Wed 20 Jul 2005, 21:35,
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