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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cousins weddingI was forced to attend my cousin's wedding last september, the day after i had moved into my new flat. Being very tired, irritable and annoyed that i didn't want to be here, i figured the best thing to do was to drink copius amounts of alcohol to make being there that much more tolerable.
at the party after, some guy, obviously pissed off his face, slapped me on the back and shouted "YOU'RE A BIG FELLA AREN'T YA!". Not knowing who this drunken buffoon was, i asked my dad. he replied "he's a family friend. i say friend, but no-one really likes him".
cut to me needing the toilet, i rushed to the toilet, only to find the drunken buffoon in there shouting loudly to anyone that would listen. eventually, it was just me and him left there, he started talking loudly to me. at which point, i'd had enough, probably a mix of alcohol and annoyance, i said to him "you do realise nobody here likes you?". cue him sitting down on the toilet, and sobbing for all his life's worth. i made my excuses and left. spent the rest of the night trying to avoid the idiot, who seemed to be doing the same with me.
apologies for length
(, Mon 18 Jul 2005, 12:42, Reply)
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