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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Went to a mate’s wedding last year......and snogged a very sexy bridsemaid at the reception (enticed her into a bathroom cubicle on the promise of illicit substances- a technique I thoroughly recommend). At the end of the night, we walked back to the hotel where everyone was staying and I, for some utterly unknown reason, decided to lift her up and carry her down the street. Naturally I dropped her, and in the process sprained my ankle really quite seriously.
Unperturbed, I headed back to her room only to find the best man trying it on with her. Cue a rather embarrassing competition for her affections, which culminated in me saying something along the lines of ‘maybe we should settle this outside’. Not a great idea seeing as he was much bigger than me, I had a sprained ankle and had never been in a fight in my life.
This ‘best’ man then proceeded to beat seven shades of shit out of me (I think I went down before he’d even hit me), go back and shag the bridesmaid.
Probably a lesson in there somewhere, but I’m fucked if I learned anything.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 16:16, Reply)
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