My best friend's wedding. I don't hit on the girl at all. I just have a good time chatting with people, getting plastered, dancing a lot. I make a drunken toast for my best friend and his wife. At midnight I somehow end up standing next to her as everyone is deciding whether to go home that night or in the morning -- the venue, a hotel, was two hours away from her house. I say, "You should totally stay. There's free breakfast in the morning." She hesitates a second and tells her friends that she'll stay. "Want to come upstairs?" She gives a small nod. She comes upstairs.
Weddings are the best.
Weddings are the best.