As with all family occasions there has to be some events to keep people talking until the next family knees up. Normally it is CH disgracing himself in some showoff manner.
This year the highlights would include.
The dance off.
A huge dancing circle with everyone taking individual turns in the center to revive some eighties classics like, The lawnmower, the umpire, the basketball player and who could forget the fisherman reeling in his bride. As I was sober I could only look on with wonder.
Rhys, CH's younger brother doing a nude streak at the after match function and the only way I knew it was him as people thought he was still wearing a vest(he is very hairy) This is the same fellow who helped CH light the fireworks at the end of the evening and then proceeded to kick them over so they went of in the direction of CH! All the guests had to run for cover. Kids were crying!
Hoover, CH's father who supposedly got that nickname in his youth as he always picked up bits of fluff! Yawn. We normally have a sweepstake running to when he will hit the ground, first one being when he ran into a shut glass door. Not pretty and I think it dislodged a few screws as later in the evening he was found to be painting the wall in the hall. Some would say dedicated to be working on his day off except it was imaginary paint and imaginary roller the funny part was he actually tripped over on an imaginary paint tray and landed on his back. Bloody funny.
2 comments:
Sounds like a fantastic weekend! Families rule when it comes to embarassing behaviour at weddings, my younger sister nearly had her arm dislocated by our uncle while 'dancing' at the last one I went too, ha ha!!
Oh, and old, dying relatives, should always, always be taken with a huge bag of salt, they are generally bitter, very twisted, with lots and lots of axes to grind and/or place squarely between shoulder blades. Ella is beautiful, no two ways about it, end of story.
Fantastic. Sounds very entertaining. In laws always seem crazy till you compare them with your own family though, don't you reckon?
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