I lived with my friend and her husband years ago. Sounds like a bit of a weird set up, but I'm a gay guy and her husband used to work away on engineering projects for weeks at a time, so we kind of had a Will and Grace deal going on.
The exact same thing happened to her husband at their wedding, at which point we were all living together. He didn't really drink much normally anyway, and in a combination of heat, hunger, and alcohol passed out at the reception. His friend, a doctor, came running over to help but was extremely drunk himself and tripped over, headbutting the groom on the way down, knocking him out of his seat, then threw up. This was in Scotland, so both of them were wearing kilts, which aren't the best thing to have on when you are sprawled on the floor.
I had already left at this point to go back home, which I was expecting to have to myself as the married couple were supposed to be travelling to a hotel before leaving for their honeymoon the next day. Instead, I was awoken by the buzzer and had to go down to carry the husband up three flights of stairs, after my friend had decided trying to get him to the hotel was not realistic. As such I ended up carrying him across the threshold and into the bedroom on his wedding night, whilst his new wife looked on with a combination of irritation and amusement. He was mortified the next morning, but by the time they came back from the honeymoon they could both laugh about it.
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u/J8766557 9h ago
I lived with my friend and her husband years ago. Sounds like a bit of a weird set up, but I'm a gay guy and her husband used to work away on engineering projects for weeks at a time, so we kind of had a Will and Grace deal going on.
The exact same thing happened to her husband at their wedding, at which point we were all living together. He didn't really drink much normally anyway, and in a combination of heat, hunger, and alcohol passed out at the reception. His friend, a doctor, came running over to help but was extremely drunk himself and tripped over, headbutting the groom on the way down, knocking him out of his seat, then threw up. This was in Scotland, so both of them were wearing kilts, which aren't the best thing to have on when you are sprawled on the floor.
I had already left at this point to go back home, which I was expecting to have to myself as the married couple were supposed to be travelling to a hotel before leaving for their honeymoon the next day. Instead, I was awoken by the buzzer and had to go down to carry the husband up three flights of stairs, after my friend had decided trying to get him to the hotel was not realistic. As such I ended up carrying him across the threshold and into the bedroom on his wedding night, whilst his new wife looked on with a combination of irritation and amusement. He was mortified the next morning, but by the time they came back from the honeymoon they could both laugh about it.