Weddings Part IIAttending 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, Mon 3 Nov 2014, 18:10)
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My brother got marriedI'm the eldest of three boys; the youngest of us was the first to get married. (The middle one was the second, I still stand alone like the cheese)
Anyway. The lead-up to Jason's (for that is his name) wedding was a bit of a mess. First, his fiancée was hit broadside by a truck on her way back from the final fitting for her wedding dress. She was pretty banged up but is ok now.
Then, our father broke his wrist while throwing around an (American, for we are) football with Jason. He ended up getting a plate and several pins put into it (his wrist, not the football).
Then I split my chin open during my brother's bachelor party when we went curling (did I mention that we are a somewhat slightly weird family? 'Cos we are) and needed four stitches. I still came back for drinks afterwards, since 1) it takes more than a few stitches to stop this 24-hour party person and b) I *really* needed a drink.
Then my aunt slipped on the ice outside our home after the party my family threw before the wedding and showed up at the ceremony on crutches. Later X-rays told she had broken her tibia.
My aunt wasn't there for the before-wedding photo session, but we still have a photo of my dad, my now sister-in-law, and me as The Casualties.
They are still very happily married. <3
(, Sun 16 Nov 2014, 2:02, 1 reply)
I'll forgive you for being Amerkin...... as you used the word 'cos', and because many of you got hurt.
(, Sun 16 Nov 2014, 17:17, closed)
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