Oh God....weddings.
My sister's wedding always sticks out in my mind. I was about 17 and it was held in Cyprus. Me and my Mum had flown in about 24hours before. Now, my Mum HATES flying. Really hates it. So, the doctor prescribed her a tranquiliser to take before the flight (a good idea, as we were on a real fecking crate which had to make an emergency landing at Manchester on the return leg after a wheel fell off...I kid you not.) Anyway, I digress. The problem is that my Mum is not too good on prescription barbiturates, and as she was a bit worried she also ahad a couple of glasses of wine beforehand in order to steady her nerves. The tranquilizer kicked in at our hotel, where she collapsed for about 20 hours straight. I woke her up about 1 hour before the wedding. Now, we were going to pick up my sister in the hire care and drive her to the wedding, apart from the fact Mum was still occupying a different set of dimesnions and was in no state to start driving in a foreign country. So, who had to drive? Yep, me with my fresh provisional licence in a foreign country with unrecognisable road signs and mad chavs on scooters (just like home, really).

Got to the registry office. The wedding goes without a hitch and everyone is happy. That evening, we all go out for a nice meze. Halfway through, I start feeling violently sick, dizzy etc...thought I was going to die. Turns out I had a bad case of heatstroke. Spent that night and the following three days collapsed in a hotel room whilst remaining sadly sober and intermittently vomiting whilst the rest of the family lived it up.

I HATE Cyprus.

Apologies for length. Well I wish I could say I cared...
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