Just spent the weekend in Spain for a friends wedding, it was a very messy drunken weekend. Got there Friday night, checked in to our hostal and chilled out then went to meet everyone who came from England in this bar on the beach, Basically to meet each other and drink. Which we did until about 3 or 4, who knows!
The wedding was on the Saturday and it was so different from English weddings, for a start it didn't get going until about half 6 in the evening. There was no best man, no bridesmaids. Just my mate and his wife at the front. I have to say at this point the wedding was at an old convent on a cliff top, the ceremony was outside with awesome views of the sea. It was used for some scenes in that Perfume killer film a few years ago. Anyway. So about half 7 we start drinking and eating tappas (free bar - always a plus) The waiters just kept bringing more and more food out. I tried Octopus for the first time. Chewing on a sucker - nice.
Around 10 pm we were called in to actually start the meal!! So this went on until midnight interupted only by the bride and groom running round the tables while we waved out knapkins in the air. Very odd.
So at midnight the party really kicked off with all sorts of drinking going on and the handing out of fancy dress parafinalia. Mohitos, cuba libre's, the biggest G & T 's ever and much more. I think it finished at 5am which was luch as it gave us time to get back to the room, pack our stuff, check out and go catch the 7:30 bus to the airport to catch our flight home.
How I made the bus I'll never know. I must thank my mates. I don't remember leaving the wedding, I sort of remember being in the room then checking out, next thing I know I'm sat on the bus needing to vom - not nice!
So no sleep from Saturday moring until Sunday night, thats how I like my weddings.
There is no way any of the rest of my friends can afford a wedding anywhere near as cool as that......ever.
The wedding was on the Saturday and it was so different from English weddings, for a start it didn't get going until about half 6 in the evening. There was no best man, no bridesmaids. Just my mate and his wife at the front. I have to say at this point the wedding was at an old convent on a cliff top, the ceremony was outside with awesome views of the sea. It was used for some scenes in that Perfume killer film a few years ago. Anyway. So about half 7 we start drinking and eating tappas (free bar - always a plus) The waiters just kept bringing more and more food out. I tried Octopus for the first time. Chewing on a sucker - nice.
Around 10 pm we were called in to actually start the meal!! So this went on until midnight interupted only by the bride and groom running round the tables while we waved out knapkins in the air. Very odd.
So at midnight the party really kicked off with all sorts of drinking going on and the handing out of fancy dress parafinalia. Mohitos, cuba libre's, the biggest G & T 's ever and much more. I think it finished at 5am which was luch as it gave us time to get back to the room, pack our stuff, check out and go catch the 7:30 bus to the airport to catch our flight home.
How I made the bus I'll never know. I must thank my mates. I don't remember leaving the wedding, I sort of remember being in the room then checking out, next thing I know I'm sat on the bus needing to vom - not nice!
So no sleep from Saturday moring until Sunday night, thats how I like my weddings.
There is no way any of the rest of my friends can afford a wedding anywhere near as cool as that......ever.