During the wedding vows DH nearly fainted and had to employ an old army trick of rolling onto his toes, and when it came to the bit if anybody knows a reason why blah blah can't be married or forever hold your peace, there was loud footsteps heard of someone running up the aisle - I nearly had a freakin' heart attack!!
(Turned out it was by best friends kid btw
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However our wedding day pales into insignificance compared to one wedding we attended. It was a very posh do indeed in a very old chapel. Everyone had been plied with copious amounts of champagne in the gardens beforehand...anyway, all was well until the reception, which was held in the 'Great Hall', a very lofty setting. We were at the front of it next to the grooms sister. After several courses of dinner, it was time for the speeches and the brides father got up. He'd flown in several thousand miles for the occasion and had obviously prepared well, starting with the birth of his daughter, her development
in great detail, his marraige breakdown, his ex-wife, his current wife, the effect of all this on his daughter (the bride)
again in great detail... The bride had been pulling at his jacket quite early on but to no avail, and the grooms mother sat there next to him rooted to the spot with a fixed stony smile, a coiled spring. You could have heard a pin drop.
Over an hour later, not only was I extremely mentally uncomfortable, I was getting physically uncomfortable too, what with all the champagne beforehand and wine with the meal....it got down to the stage where I thought 'what's going to be worse? Having an accident right here and now, or interrupting the brides fathers speech by walking out?'. So I stood up, and he actually stopped speaking
ush:, there was absolute silence as I walked down the length of the Hall, my high heels click-clacking on the stone floor, got to the door and raced to the loo across the courtyard like there was no tomorrow. Then, I had to come back in....he was unswayed, still speaking and went on to speak for about another half hour, but the floodgates had been opened and nearly all the guests within that half hour made a bolt for the loo
. Eventually he stopped, after
1 and 1/2 hours to the great relief of everybody. The best man who had apparently prepared a very good and amusing speech had to forfeit it and only had time to propose a toast to the happy couple. I really thought the grooms mother (never mind the bride and groom!) was going to self-combust.
And the best thing about it? It's all on video :devil:, although funnily enough no-one's seen it....