So that's the stag and hen do out of the way and everybody survived to tell the tale about it (although she managed to fall out with two pals at the hen do 'cause that's women for you) and things have been moving on. Next Friday I will be a married man and given that we've been living together for 3 years, I doubt things will be much different to be honest. Now that I'm 4 grand down - exluding fucking kilts and dresses and stuff - I'm just hoping this is actually going to be a good day and worth having. We have had no end to the crap from family members about who's sitting next to who and such. Soontobe Mrs Pal even got a text from a friend asking if she can wear white, which caused a stir when it really shouldn't matter. Mums have been cracking up over certain aunties being invited or not being invited and even my Granny waded in with a complaint about the seating plan just last week, which actually resulted in her and my mum not speaking with each other for a while. Other than that we think we're going to have a good day. It's all in the one place and we're having a hand-fasting ceremony (done by the council on the cheap) so that should be a bit unusual and stuff. We went down to the registrars office the other day and had a practice, which I will admit I got a bit soppy about. The only regret at this stage - other than not just flying off somewhere private with close friends and doing it alone - is the fact that we didnt' book a rock band to play as we prefer that kind of music. But oh well. At this stage we've both admitted that we care less about the day and just want to get away on our honeymoon for our two week break. So what were you cunt's weddings like? Or have you been to any weddings with interesting/hilarious consequences other than prompt divorce?