If any of you are like me and have received a text invite to a wedding on the day of it you will know my pain.
So I got a text from a mate asking if I was coming to his wedding or not. I reply didn’t get an invite mate. So he tells me oh I thought it was through your letter box and gives me a wrong address. (Good job he isn’t a bloody post man). Tells me to be there at 7pm.
Fast forward to now. I arrive at the venue. Not his bloody wedding. I think this must be a bloody wind up. Speak to the best
man of the wedding I’ve turned up at. Definitely not here. Place has got reception for a mobile which makes a Airsoft site look good. Think ah well I may as well try the one down the road. 1 mile of walking down country roads. Found a wedding. Is it his? No it’s bloody not.
So now I’m sat with the father of the bride I’ve never met having an OJ and waiting for a taxi to the wedding.
20
bloody
miles
away
His excuse: sorry mate brain fart we were gunna book there but changed our minds.
F M L
moral of this story is make sure you get wedding invitations to the right house in the first place.
At least this spot has free wifi
I’ve now been offered a room for the night and to stay at this wedding. My shame just grows. I think they think I’m just a gate crasher. I’m sharing with the brides brother.
So I got a text from a mate asking if I was coming to his wedding or not. I reply didn’t get an invite mate. So he tells me oh I thought it was through your letter box and gives me a wrong address. (Good job he isn’t a bloody post man). Tells me to be there at 7pm.
Fast forward to now. I arrive at the venue. Not his bloody wedding. I think this must be a bloody wind up. Speak to the best
man of the wedding I’ve turned up at. Definitely not here. Place has got reception for a mobile which makes a Airsoft site look good. Think ah well I may as well try the one down the road. 1 mile of walking down country roads. Found a wedding. Is it his? No it’s bloody not.
So now I’m sat with the father of the bride I’ve never met having an OJ and waiting for a taxi to the wedding.
20
bloody
miles
away
His excuse: sorry mate brain fart we were gunna book there but changed our minds.
F M L
moral of this story is make sure you get wedding invitations to the right house in the first place.
At least this spot has free wifi
I’ve now been offered a room for the night and to stay at this wedding. My shame just grows. I think they think I’m just a gate crasher. I’m sharing with the brides brother.
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