cousins wedding. this summer. welsh coast
hadn't seen the family for ages, feel like the black sheep as they are all super bright, educated and successful. getting stoned on the way down in mums car and about half an hour away from the hotel were the wedding and reception were (in pembrook right on the edge of a cliff. stunning) and i get suddenly horrivbly nervous. stop off, buy whiskey and skin up. get out of car to see another, littlest, cousin approaching. hand her joint and scotch without thinking (she said later that was where she finally new it was going to be a good weekend). five minutes later was drunk and kept it up for the next three days.
the rest of the weekend includes harmless but memorable moments. found no one had organised me anywhere to sleep; drank two bottles of red i 'found'; sold/gave sweeties and herbs to the happy couple and they're friends and family, had some fun with charlie. was found drunkenly pretending to be a pirate after drawing a massive skulandcrossbones on beach and thinking i was alone (5am) (i'm 32); nearly got in a fight but forgot i was fighting and walked away to his annoyance. ended up putting my weekends bar tab on my cousins account for a 'joke' (which he still hasn't realised); wedding night ended with everyone under 50 getting hammered on class A's and drinking all night. had to break in at 6am so i could actually travel for 6 hours the next day. that morning i was fine but many were in a bad bad way... cue last day photographic hell. best wedding ever :)
my family are complete lushes one and all and i still became known as the 'wasted guy'. dammit ;)
lenth? yaayyy!
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