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Generally I despise weddings. Usually the thought of going to a wedding or even having to listen to a pair of twatts on the bus speaking about an impending wedding brings me out in a vicious fanny rash for the following reasons: 1. The fact that the couple will probably split up in mere months and I’ll be left wondering who got my crappy gift. 2. Wedding lists: I get it, practical and easy but yet so impersonal and all the cheapest items go first. And every time the ‘happy’ couple look at that 4-slice toaster with muffin rack are they going to think about me, the giver? No, didn’t think so. 3. The over the top puffyness of so many wedding dresses and having to coo after a very ugly bride. 4. The tradition that men do not wear pants/boxers/thongs under their kilts and everyone is forced to witness at least two shrivelled man parts once the alcohol is too freely flowing. 5. Having to dance with said pant-less men knowing their knackers are slapping against their thighs only inches away from you 6. Dancing with creepy men to whom every dance is slow and who think nothing of resting their hands on your ass. 7. Conversing with strangers you have no wish to ever see again and vice versa. 8. Getting free career advice from said strangers. 9. Having to get so wasted in order to talk to annoying career-minded strangers that you are put to bed before the evening reception starts. 10. Having to wear formal attire even though you are as comfortable in it as you would be if you were naked but for a few strategically placed bits of foliage. 11. Having to acquire said formal outfit to wear for a few of the worst hours of your life. 12. Having to side shuffle to crap music when all you really want is to get down to Britney. 13. Sitting on the side lines with your girl watching all the ‘couples’ who would die a slow death if two lesbos were to get up and start flinging their gay asses about the dance floor. 14. Getting paired off with a cousin of a friend’s sister because you are there with a female friend and you must therefore be single and desperate. 15. The bride gets mega stressed about absolutely everything and is more annoying than it is to have a family of daddylonglegs stuck in your huge hair. 16. The long, drawn out speeches that make everyone cringe and drink even more in an attempt to become deaf to the nonsense. 17. Sweating like a crab in a nun’s fanny in your formal attire 18. Getting vile pictures taken with your sweaty moon face and large hair which is growing in size because you are profusely perspiring. 19. Watching the groom check out the slutty bridemaid who he will be shagging within days of the honeymoon. 20. High kicks are inappropriate 21. Everything else that goes along with a traditional wedding because remember, it’s so the bride’s day, everything is about the bride, all the groom need do is utter ‘I do’ under his hangover breath. In fact he need not show up at all, leave him at home to stew in his own bodily fluids and call him up at the necessary intervals for him to complete his tiny part. So on account of that list, you may find it hard to believe that I, the Wedding Hater, attended a wedding just last weekend. You may also find it hard to believe that I, the Wedding Loather, had the most enjoyable time ever and that out of the above twenty points, the only ones that were applicable to the wedding I attended was points 10,11 and 17 (ref: formal attire). I kid you not. I was the only drama; me and my complete inability to squeeze my body comfortably into anything that isn’t baggy trousers, cords and T shirts. I visited every shop in Aberdeen a minimum of 16 times in the three weeks leading up to the wedding and found an outfit only the day before in the least likely of places (I dare not give away my secret shopping location). So happy was I in my new outfit that I packed it up with my favourite perfume for the journey to the country wedding, only to discover on arrival that the perfume did not have a lid and had leaked all over my entire outfit. There was nothing I could do but wear it regardless and feel queasy all day and have people walk away from me mid conversation because the smell of my Britney perfume was just too overpowering. No way will I be wearing Britney perfume for at least a couple of months, or as long as it takes for the stink to remove itself from my fried nasal hairs. Anyway, the entire wedding was pretty informal, the bride had no ounce of puffiness about her person and looked fabulous, there were no sleazy men and as far as I’m aware, all kilt-wearers wore pants. I watched on as Lil Red and The Gentleman Stripped the Willow but once the Morgans made its way to my feet and my confidence, I got up and Scottish country danced like I’ve never Scottish country danced before and probably never will again. I even got a round of High Kicks going and of course, the deceivingly limber Miss Fee astounded everyone with her flailing leg. The Gentelman ended up on the floor only once (surprising believe me) and for the first time ever, I was not sent to bed with a glass of water and a bucket halfway through the proceedings. Bring on more weddings like this and I’ll gladly sweat like a chuff in polyester and dance uncoordinatedly to the appropriately named Gay Gordons. And so I go recount the number of bruises I acquired from the best wedding ever (woah, do you think the lesbo had fun or something?) and join them up with a marker pen and glitter glue to create something pretty. Today’s Likes The Abortion – Richard Brautigan, adding to my favourites Love Generation – Bob Sinclar, it’s oh so happy… Trips to the country My fabulously blue nails, easier to find in lasagne apparently Feeling completely comfortable at a wedding for the first time ever Today’s Dislikes Emmerdale, what is going on with that lesbo, Zoe Tate? My exploding hairdryer, with waves like these I should never dry naturally, like drip-dripping, two things a girl should never do Not being able to reverse a car… Being completely skint Fusty pineapple, still feeling the effects 5 days later… Britney Wannabe 
9/24/2005 12:26:00 PM
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