Wedding bells are in the air! My dear brother is getting married soon which is pretty awesome I think. I am very excited for the party that is going to ensue as soon as we leave the church service.
I have always found weddings to be funny occasions. Apart from the two important people on the day, there are also a string of other people who become important. I hope to be one of those with a flower on my suit jacket. If I don’t get given one then I guess I am gonna find a flower from the garden or something!
I have always tried a bit too hard to enjoy myself at weddings. I can’t actually remember a lot of them because I always some how end up pretty twisted. I believe if you go to a wedding you are going to have a good time. So why not. I usually remember as far as being fed, and maybe a few speeches. But the moment the dance floor opens up, the throatial tap is opens up and then the actual drinking starts.
The weddings that I make it to the dance floor end up being the best ones. Those I manage to survive to at least midnight, sometimes beyond. However like the wedding that I went to in Masvegas for my friend. We that was a disaster….
We dubbed our table the fun table, we ate, and then we drank… a lot. I don’t remember much after around 9pm. This particular wedding was a poor showing by me. I am not afraid to admit it. I also would like to add that since I don’t remember doing certain things, I didn’t do them.
I would like to formally apologise WELL in advance. If you speak to me on Saturday, I will be rather inebriated (at least I hope to be pretty pissed). I hope not to offend anyone, but most definitely the dancing shoes are coming OUT! There isn’t a party like a wedding. Dance you ass off, eat too much, drink too much. Its all good!
The proper basis for marriage is mutual misunderstanding. The happiness of a married man depends on the people he has not married. One should always be in love – that’s the reason one should never marry. – Oscar Wilde