Last night I dreamt that our wedding was a complete washout. First we were in some awful community hall and it was so boring that the guests all started to drift out to a bar which was upstairs. Eventually I was left sitting in my wedding dress surrounded by empty tables, with only my mother who had loyally stayed to share my humiliation.
Having moved to a restaurant, we then found our booking was screwed up, and instead of a room we were all shoved in the corner of a really busy dining hall with no service and no dessert. People started drifting off again and saying their goodbyes in that slightly embarrassed way that one does when one is leaving early because the party has been a failure.
I'm a bit worried now. If you are a guest at my wedding, please pretend to have a good time. Please. Bring a tambourine or something.
