That Wedding!

I'm being forced by circumstance to write this out using a pen and copying it out onto an electronic device, so I apologise for the dodgy handwriting!
I'm here to tell you about the wedding of my favorite sister, Lizi, to her husband (what a twist) Nic (without a 'k') It was either do this or spend money on an actual wedding gift!
Of course you're all anxious to hear exactly which dance moves in unearthed from the Boogie-Vault, and what I managed to steal in the clean-up operation in the morning - but first i must tell you basically what happened...
Firstly whilst talking and exchanging rings (or the jewellery variety, not phone-calls) there was much crying from both sides - I assume they were both feeling the kind of emotion I was feeling throughout Toy Story 3.
Speaking oh which, someone of fine taste chose the Gypsy Kings version of You've Got A Friend In Me, to dance to later in the evening so I had to crack out the fast footwork coupled with air-castanettes, that seemed to go down well, though the caretaker in the morning did have a moan about the scorch-marks I'd left on every inch of the dance-floor.
Luckily for the sake of my own ego I did get a big laugh from the bridesmaids (and those who were there but not bridesmaids) by shouting, over dinner (by which time I was heavily 'on it') "I think there's something wrong with this pork, as I seem to have contracted DANCE FEVER" but then five hours of intense dancing later I was still lighting up the dance-floor with fancy footwork, sassy shapes and amazing alliteration!
As my 'dish' I provided 275 fortune cookies that I bought on the cheap from Wing Yip, a fabulous Chinese supermarket in Croydon and despite my generous distribution I still have about 100 left to get rid of somehow! I have a friend at work who takes great delight in reading her fortune every day so September I should be rid them all! The only problem is she can't eat gluten so I have to eat all the cookies - lucky they're so morish!
I also collaborating with my fellow dancers to form a huge conga line which, under my strict supervision, was kept boy-girl-boy-girl which seemed to appease any conga-etiquette experts in the room!
Another thing I took away was that you should not ask anyone "so why were you not chosen as a bridesmaid?" and don't trust someone you've just met to swing you between their legs during a pretty ambitious impromptu dance routine!