Sis2's wedding was fun. Stately home, but cutting costs a bit, so only one drink for the toasts, then a very expensive pay bar. Sis3, me, my now exH, her now ex Dp had agreed to stash wine etc in the car boot, buy a drink, and top up in the car park. My mum overheard, and far from disapproving supplied a cool box and further drinks. My and ex DH's smoking was going to be our cover. All good and worked well.
So, as bridesmaid, I'm top table, its a flat one looking out at the room, exH is sat with sis3's dp, my uncle and some random. Father of the bride speech commences. About 2 sentences in, I realise I've heard it before. At my own wedding. I look at exH who is shaking with silent laughter, I see him explain to the others. I hold it in, sis3 elbows me in the ribs, she's remembered. I hope to god the bride has forgotten. It was all tales of me.
Later, at a drink stop in the car park, we all, including mum, try to ask why the actual fuck he thought this was a good idea. His response was that it went down well last time.....
We've never spoken of it again.