My first time at a wedding...
I just realised the subject suggested I might have photos.
Well, I don't...suckers!!! I might post some depending on what the ones mum took turn out like, and I'll most likely friends_only them so sucks to whoever I don't trust :p My boss kept taking pictures of me too so I'm horrifed to see what interesting facial poses I pulled in his more sneaky snap-happy moments >_<
I went with my two bosses, another workmate and her husband. It was another workmate's wedding, just so you know, and as aforementioned it was my first wedding so I was continually going 'what do we do now?' 'what happens now' 'how long will this take' 'what do they do now?' etc, etc. The wedding and reception was held at her parents house, which is nothing short of absolutely gorgeous and when she showed up in a horse and carriage looking absolutely gorgeous herself (and secretly shitting herself) I was able to appreciate the wait. She done the old traditional 'late bride' thing. I won't describe her dress in detail but it suited her to the ground and I gushed over it when I finally got a chance.
The reception had good food (and they made ONE special entree dish just for me, the FREAK vegetarian, even though I told my workmate not to worry about it >_<;; SO I thanked her and about a thousand waitresses who all seemed to know what I was talking about.)
They held a slideshow of her and her, now, husband of pictures from birth to the present day and even hastily included pictures of the wedding itself, so good job on her brothers part. (BTW: He was introduced as Kristy's sister before the reception. Very amusing.) Other than that speeches really do bore you to tears as well as the empty glass toasts I was doing but apparently I had to expect that. I had someone talking me through all the proceedings. :p
It's always fun to do these fancy-do's or any do with my bosses because they're an absolute cack to be around, even if it was a realisation that men NEVER grow up. My male boss and the boss of some-important-sector of the local radio station blowing bubbles and chopping up corks and throwing them at people just reinstated that fact.
Something silly I said in the car before we went.
Me: So is there anything important I should know?
Boss: Well, during the reception everyone will stop to have one massive orgy.
Me: ...But I'm not wearing the right shoes for that.
It was hilarious to everyone at the time.
....>_< Shut up. It was.
Also the wedding reminded me of one thing. WEAR WHATEVER MUM TELLS ME TO OR I WILL HAVE MY THROAT CUT.
Me: Everything I'm wearing belongs to mum.
Boss: . . . Even the underwear?
Me: >_< NO!
And...I still can't get the frickin' eye-make-up off. GAAAH.
Guess what? My mum, the homophobe of the century, wants to see Brokeback Mountain. I nearly fucking choked on my drink when she announced it.
Score. Now I can go see it! *thumbs up*
Well, I don't...suckers!!! I might post some depending on what the ones mum took turn out like, and I'll most likely friends_only them so sucks to whoever I don't trust :p My boss kept taking pictures of me too so I'm horrifed to see what interesting facial poses I pulled in his more sneaky snap-happy moments >_<
I went with my two bosses, another workmate and her husband. It was another workmate's wedding, just so you know, and as aforementioned it was my first wedding so I was continually going 'what do we do now?' 'what happens now' 'how long will this take' 'what do they do now?' etc, etc. The wedding and reception was held at her parents house, which is nothing short of absolutely gorgeous and when she showed up in a horse and carriage looking absolutely gorgeous herself (and secretly shitting herself) I was able to appreciate the wait. She done the old traditional 'late bride' thing. I won't describe her dress in detail but it suited her to the ground and I gushed over it when I finally got a chance.
The reception had good food (and they made ONE special entree dish just for me, the FREAK vegetarian, even though I told my workmate not to worry about it >_<;; SO I thanked her and about a thousand waitresses who all seemed to know what I was talking about.)
They held a slideshow of her and her, now, husband of pictures from birth to the present day and even hastily included pictures of the wedding itself, so good job on her brothers part. (BTW: He was introduced as Kristy's sister before the reception. Very amusing.) Other than that speeches really do bore you to tears as well as the empty glass toasts I was doing but apparently I had to expect that. I had someone talking me through all the proceedings. :p
It's always fun to do these fancy-do's or any do with my bosses because they're an absolute cack to be around, even if it was a realisation that men NEVER grow up. My male boss and the boss of some-important-sector of the local radio station blowing bubbles and chopping up corks and throwing them at people just reinstated that fact.
Something silly I said in the car before we went.
Me: So is there anything important I should know?
Boss: Well, during the reception everyone will stop to have one massive orgy.
Me: ...But I'm not wearing the right shoes for that.
It was hilarious to everyone at the time.
....>_< Shut up. It was.
Also the wedding reminded me of one thing. WEAR WHATEVER MUM TELLS ME TO OR I WILL HAVE MY THROAT CUT.
Me: Everything I'm wearing belongs to mum.
Boss: . . . Even the underwear?
Me: >_< NO!
And...I still can't get the frickin' eye-make-up off. GAAAH.
Guess what? My mum, the homophobe of the century, wants to see Brokeback Mountain. I nearly fucking choked on my drink when she announced it.
Score. Now I can go see it! *thumbs up*