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My mate got married yesterday and it was a great day.

She looked stunning of course and the ceremony very touching, to the point that I almost shed a tear at the vows bit but I mananged to compose myself

She had the meal and evening do at the Hilton Grosvenor, the meal was gorgeous, soup to start, chicken in a lovely mushroom sauce for main and the most delicious chocolate rum thing for dessert (Im getting hungry just thinking about it) and I got to sit beside the grooms mad uncle who was a right laugh

I got a gander at the best mans arse when a rather large gust of wind blew up his kilt at the church, he was wearing undies fortunately but I took great pleasure in reminding him of this incident throughout the day

I will never try to dance to Green Day in heels again - I almost broke my ankle and my feet are killing me. I have a tremendous hangover brought on my drinking champagne, white wine, Jack and vodka and then going back to the bridal suite with Pam to drink more vodka. Finally got home about 5am this morning. Haha - I just remembered prancing around the honeymoon suite with the veil and the bottom half of the wedding dress pulled up over my clothes. Pam why didnt you stop me??