I never was good at remembering stuff like that.
I was invited to the wedding reception of my then house tenants, Mark and Kirsty.

I said I'd be honoured to accept their invitation, so I duly turned up at the said large mansion house at the appointed time in my best bib and tucker.

It seemed to be a rather large and expensive wedding reception. I wasn't expecting to recognise anyone apart from the bride and groom, so wasn't at all perturbed by not seeing anyone there I recognised. I just didn't see Mark or Kirsty there. No problem I thought, they must just be in one of the other rooms changing or whatever - I'd eventually bump into them sooner or later..

Anyway, whilst mingling, I kept seeing this fine-looking girl in a bridal-type dress. Thinking it must have been one of them posh do's where the bridesmaids wear similar dresses to the bride, I just presumed her to be one of the bridesmaids who hadn't yet changed, as Kirsty was the bride and she would be appearing anytime soon.

Anyway, a rather tasty meal, and free finger buffets came and went. Beers flowed a-plenty.
I got a little less formal.
In my now pissed state I decided to have a crack at trying to get off with this bridesmaid on her next flit past the bar.
She didn't seem to appreciate my drunk advances, and for some reason I also got quite a few disapproving stares from various family members of the party within earshot.

After that, (and a few more beers) I left.


The next time I saw the happy couple back after their honeymoon, the first thing they asked me was "Were you not at the reception?".

"I was there. On the Saturday; in the mansion, like you said"
"Saturday? Our reception was on the Friday."

Doh!!

PS: From now on I've resolved to never try and get inside the knickers of another man's bride on her wedding day - unless she's marrying me, or she's gagging for it.
(Felchman, Thu 21 Jul 2005, 2:37, Reply)