ah heck, but this time round it won't be couched in such nice terms as first time..
Here ye go
I went to a wedding with an already ex-bf. He begged me to go with him. Begged.
I wore a 1970s full length orange dress. glorious it was and on this occasion I teamed it with a purple belt.
I told ex-bf what I'd be wearing.
Turns out, bride was wearing a full-length orange dress with purple accessories too. Who'd know this? Turns out, ex-bf knew this as he'd made all the decorations and he didn't stop me in my dress choice.
I turn up for said wedding (in itself, a story) and I'm told there's no place for me, no food too. They give me something to eat (is a 18 hour day) and I get rampaging food poisoning... (food = half a jacket potato and an open bag of crisps)... coincidence???
There you go!