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.
Hmm, this is pretty much nearly 98% fact! Well almost. It is based on a combination of three weddings. Let's just say the cucumber story comes from my brother in law's friends, we found them whilst decorating my sister's room with confetti. The last minute bra shop was a true story too. I very much made the day of two of my friends boyfriends who took me to Victoria Secrets, apparently they weren't usually allowed inside. And lastly, very recently I made a mad dash to a very good friend of mine's wedding. I was doing a reading and about 20 minutes before the ceremony could be seen running down Islington high street with heels in hand waving at taxis. I literally walked into the wedding ceremony moments before the bride, and having lost half of my body weight in sweat. (Apologies again to that particular bride and groom for my lateness).
Now this bit has elements of fiction. I have stayed up drinking a bit to late after rehearsal dinners the night before the wedding, I have eaten too much food. Yet again maybe my imagination is kicking in, but this again is pretty much all fiction. Thankfully I've never had a late night heart to heart with an ex after they've been married - I don't envy Millie with that one. I've also never received interflora flowers from a stranger, that one perhaps I'll jealous of!
Hmm now this one, part one of the rehearsal day is actually all fiction. The only elements of fact are the descriptions of the inside of the wedding reception and the church which are based on a wedding I went to in the US once.
The only bit which lies a little bit in the fact is that feeling when you wake up and don't entirely remember what happened the night before!
Fact or Fiction?
Here is an insight into the writing of each chapter, and you'll get to find out whether there is truth in the fiction.