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.
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chthonic, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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my own mother's wedding..... last summer, June. After the actual marriage marriage we all - like maybe 30 or 40 of us - went to some massive hotel i dont remember the name and had some champagne etc etc.... i discovered the secret of mixing the fizzy alcoholic beverage that went straight to my light-weight head with orange juice. drank maybe a few of those and half sobered up on the way home where my brother, my friend and I would change for the party afterwards at the same hotel. so i had a slight headache when i got there but i managed to be fully sober when the cute waiter offered me some champagne... oh its my mom's wedding, i should let loose... maybe a little too loose. after 4 tall glass of champagne, two glasses of white wine and two glasses of red i was almost falling over... after peeing for the 5th time i went back to dance with everyone and that wonderful britney spears Toxic went on and i was - im embarrassed to say - the only one on the dance floor... now there were much more that 30 or 40 people... at least 150...
so, next morning as i sat on my bathroom floor cold-sweating it out, quick flashes of my not-so-funny-anymore-dancing-alone scene zapped through my head.... oooh, i promised i would never drink again... yea that lasted for like what? 5-6 months? ha.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 15:27, Reply)
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