Anyway, it is at these junctures that you can indulge in what I like to refer to as 'fake careering'. The clue is in the name.
This is an especially fun pursuit if you hate your job (or indeed, wish you had one). Some people might call it lying. I prefer to think of it as creative research and an excellent tool of self-amusement.
To illustrate: More often than not, the seating plan will reveal you have been placed between two complete strangers, and it is very unlikely your paths will cross ever again. The champers is flowing and before you know it you're a make-up artist to the cast of Madame Butterfly at London's Coliseum theatre.
This is exactly what happened to me last Saturday at a friend's wedding where I knew precisely 1% of the other guests.
But I didn't stay a make-up artist all night - mais non! During the course of the evening I was a midwife, a set designer and a bonsai tree surgeon. Granted, the latter was at the height of inebriation, and whether the guy I was harping on to believed me, I doubt it, but at least it was a tad more interesting than answering “I’m unemployed” to the “so what do you do?” opening gambit, which inevitably sparks furious chatter about the severity of the recession. And honestly, who wants to talk about that at a wedding?
Weddings are meant to be dreamy occasions, so I reckon using them for a bit of personal escapism is allowed.
NB: Practice caution if it is a small gathering, or if you know over 6% of the other guests.