This takes place at a Canadian wedding, on the lakes outside of Montreal three years ago. I had been bricking it ahead of doing a best man’s speech.
My nerves comprised of the following factors, first ever wedding speech, lack of public speaking experience, dying on my arse and/or jokes getting lost in translation. Luckily it was well received and I proceeded to drink copious amounts of whatever was in reach to celebrate and quash remaining nerves.
Fast forward one to two hours later and this has all hit me like a Eurostar. Went out for a cigarette and on returning realised my jacket was missing. Memory was already fuzzy and I was struggling to recall where I may have left it. It was dark by this point so I went back outside with phone torch into the nearby forest to hunt. The next 30-45 minutes were spent rooting around the undergrowth, getting covered in every stain the Quebec forests had to offer.
Came back inside to my bemused friends and jacket that I’d chucked on the wrong chair.
