A classic for me.
Amazing time at my friend's wedding including me, worse for wear, choosing the wrong door for the bathroom at 5am Sunday morning. The clunk of a heavier door that one would expect on a bathroom was followed by the realisation that I was no longer benefitting from the darkness of black blinds, despite having not reached for a light switch. I was in the corridor and no amount of door banging and shouting could wake the missus. And yes, I was stark b****** naked. I must have been spotted on the CCTV system because after about 5 mins, a chap appeared in hotel uniform and asked me what I was doing. I explained my predicament (and I now recollect I did so with no effort to cover myself up) and he disappeared and returned with a spare keycard. The whole saga was about 10 mins in all, but could have been so much worse, with naked visits to reception etc
The wedding itself was amazing and it's always nice to get a mention in the speeches. Missing the flight for the stag do guaranteed that!
The other big thing about the weekend for me was an impromptu visit to my Grandfather's grave. We drove into the small Irish town of Charleville on Friday night and on the way in, I recognised a grey wall and grey iron gate from somwehere in my dim and distant memory. I'd been here once before, at 9 years of age in 1983. A quick check in the morning confirmed that the rogue that made the rogue that is my Dad, who subsequently somehow broke the cycle and produced a fine upstanding young gent

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, was indeed buried here. I've never been big on sentimentality, but I left some flowers and a note so that some other random passing relative might see he was remembered.
Landed at Stansted after 11 last night, wasn't in bed until 1 and up at 5.30am this morning, so pretty knackered, but worth it for a special weekend. (Also only have 2.5 days in the office until 5 days in Tenegrief, so can't really complain)