I shouted at Gordon Ramsay for making my husband and I cry - he’d got the wrong end of the stick and so apologised and offered us a thousand punds each towards our studies and another thousand each towards a university department of our choice.
I was wedding planner for a pair of dream friends - one female, one non-binary, both wearing awesome suits cos there was a wedding planning service. I was at the front, next to them both like a best man. I was very, ‘what the hell’ at all the people there and shouted at them that apart from the couple midway down (the two who are getting married in real life) NO ONE was allowed an opinion. I remember saying to don’t be too fussed about choosing a font, cos the wedding reception venue can do that for you and was in the middle of asking them what their favourite colours were and explaining my own colour scheme for my wedding when I woke up.