I'm sure If I said that I hadn't made eyes at a boy at a wedding to get a cheeky snog then you'd guess correctly that I would be telling a lie. There is nothing worse in my eyes about going to a wedding without a date when the slow songs come on. I've done the whole, look busy and take photos. I've also done the strategic nip to the loo. But having gone to a wedding with a huge amount of slow songs, I soon got into the dancing with random men for slow songs. And yes I may have got a cheeky snog this way too.

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Drinking two drinks at a time because I'm too lazy to go the bar - yep Fact. Chinking of glasses to make people kiss an American tradition - Fact. Setting fire to a flower arrangement - pure fiction.

I like the idea of the toast game, totally fiction, but might use that at the next wedding I go to, if I'm not blubbing through them like I usually am.

I've never been to a wedding with prawn cocktail (if truth be told I've never eaten one ever either).

I have been at many fraternity parties when they had to flip over beer pong (beriut) tables when the campus police raided them. It was always such a waste of beer, and then there was the fact your feet got wet. Ah fraternity parties and beer pong, nos

Sorry to be so dull, but this chapter is pure fiction. Of course I have had oodles of photos taken at weddings and been directed by different photographers at them.

I have however, drank far too much champagne at weddings. Always a danger when you've usually not eaten. When I was a bridesmaid in the US we did drink an awful lot of bubbles between the church and the reception.

I was always partial to hotels at fraternity parties. Apple pie shots were always my favourite. But there would be lots more quirky drinks to: dr pepper shots (drop a shot of amaretto into a glass of beer, and it tastes like dr pepper, flaming dr pepper shots (same as above but put a little bit of grain (proof) alcohol on top. When you drop it into the beer it extinguishes the flame, but makes the drink taste all dr peppery and warm), scorpion bowls (grain alcohol and kook-aid, drunk in a bowl, with a straw). Another favourite would be when you would go into the shower rooms (think big communal shower) and they would pop a big fat block of ice on an angle and carve wobbly tracks through it. They would then poor shots down it, and they, whatever the shots were would taste yummy and cold. Ah, if only I was back at an American uni, as Asher Rosh said so well 'I love college'.

The boob popping out incident didn't happen to me, but I had to go emergency bra shopping prior to a wedding to ensure it didn't happen. When I had to bow to a Catholic priest when bridesmaid I was so scared that was what was going to happen.

The rest, pretty much fiction.