Ok so this is all fiction. Except I do manage to get the life stories of most people I sit next to on a plane. I have fake slept all the way home on flights from the US too. Other than that as it is the end of our tale it is wholly ficitional.
Aside from the fact I have been on the PATH train to the airport, been to an airport and even checked in a basement checkin desk - the rest of the chapter is all fiction. I've never been offered to take the next flight. My sister and my brother have. But never me - and when I was back and forth when I lived in the US I was desperate to get bumped off a flight!
Not too much fact of fiction for this one. I've never danced on a pool table (just bars and podiums) although am slightly guilty at over enthusiastic can can dancing.
The only thing similar at brunch was my outfit to Millies. I went to my friends brunch and had asked the brides' sister if my top I had purchased in NY was too slutty, and she said it was fine. So I wore it anyway. Then I wore the same top back home, my friends were like 'woah Anna, who are you trying to impress'. It is now worn with a little under top to protect my modesty.
Hmm unfortunatley (hope my mother doesn't read this) but this did happen to me. Although I did know whose house I stayed at, and I could remember all that had happened the night before.
It was very innocent. I had gone to a bar with some of the people I met at the wedding, and it was over the other side of town. I stayed at the house of one of the groomsmen, and nothing happened. The next morning I had to get back to my hotel and he only had a motorbike, which was a no no with my big bridesmaid dress.
After failing to get a taxi, he called my hotel for taxi recommendations only to find they had a free shuttle bus which would come pick me up. So an old man from the hotel came and got me, in my bridesmaid dress. Now if that wasn't embarrassing enough, i then got out of the lift of the hotel and bumped into the family of my friend the bride. The ten year old daughter was all excited to see the English girl, and thought it was perfectly normal for me to be still in my dress. The looks of the pare
Now this chapter is almost entirely fiction. I've never been in a situation like Millie, how horrendous would have it have been to hear that from Barbara.
Although, I have been known to be the queen of cheesy formation dancing. The Electric Slide has luckily never made it over the pond to England. Although the Mac
Now the garter tradition is an absolute true ritual of American Weddings and is not for the faint hearted. I am super glad that this is not an English tradition, as I don't fancy that next year when I get married.
I've never caught a bouquet either, and have always, alway
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.
As the story is starting to unwind now, mu
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.
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