Abc - it's easy as 123.
Saturday night was a bundle of joy, pubbing it up at the CCA then drunkenly stumbling into abc - alone - to meet my sister and her friend.
Naturally, I proposed and this time my offer of marriage was accepted.
Meet my husband - we had an actual ceremony this time. My sister's friend Gillian was the minister, and the marriage actually consisted of saying our wedding vows at the top of the stairs in abc, and concluding "You may now kiss the bride".
As it happens, I was more drunk than usual, and pestered my friends' lovers throughout the evening. I fell onto my sister's hearthrob's lap, and squealed with delight at Oonagh's particular gentleman caller when I realised he was standing next to me at the bar. (But he said she's sexy, so it was OOOOOOOKay!)
Then at four in the morning, I went to a crrrrrazy restaurant with my sister, her friend, my sister's conquest of the evening, and his brother.
These two men HATED me.
As a result, I decided to annoy them by being even freakier than usual. Here is a picture of one of them staring disdainfully at me as I roared "PEEEEECTURE TIME!" in a Russian accent.
This man I called my brother-in-law, and he openly declared that he hated me. This earned him a photo opportunity too.
The night concluded with me gazing through the window as the sun began to rise.
"I have a question" I began, my accent now taking a distinctive italian tone. I lent over the table, grabbing my enemies' heads closer into mine. "Is that the light of day outside, or the light of night?"
They groaned into their bacon sandwhiches, and watched with dismay as I stuck my tongue out at them, and pulled more and more grotesque faces until it was time to go.