Pacing yourself

So I was at one of my best mate's weddings on Thursday, near Edinburgh in an amazing wee castle. The setting was gorgeous, the weather was too, Emma looked stunning...and we all got royally drunk. I guess this was fairly predictable, partly given that it was an Irish contingent with a few Scottish guests, but even so, I've not been that drunk in ages...the lesson that must be learnt here, is that when your first drink is at 1pm in the hotel getting ready and it's sparkling wine, then you should probably slow down after the ceremony. We didn't. The wine flowed, the beer flowed, the port, the Gin, the whisky, the brandy, the champagne and the wine again. After the meal is a slight blur although I do remember being hurled around the dancefloor by my boyfriend who's not a fan of dancing minus all spirits above. Also remember thinking it was a good idea to sing..it wasn't...and drink wine on the bus back to Edinburgh. It wasn't either. This is a good learning curve for the other wedding we're going to on Saturday. DRINK WATER throughout, or alternatively, don't drink everything you're offered. It's quite nice to remember the whole night your friend got married, including the end, rather than just the odd flashback of screaming Danny Boy on the bus home.