Post by laurenpetro on May 15, 2012 11:08:30 GMT -5
(my wedding). my father and his wife got in a fight on the steps of the church after the ceremony because he wanted to stay and take pictures and wouln't drive her home to change into her other dress (they lived 2 blocks from the church). like, big yelling screaming fight. a bunch of my friends stood there and watched the whole thing.
When I was a BM in my cousin's wedding, I recall a very awkward moment during the reception when her MOH confided in me that she didn't know why she was there. Apparently my cousin didn't have any girlfriends to ask, so her BMs were me and her SIL, and the MOH was her best friend from childhood, with whom she had apparently not spoken to since junior high. I felt bad for both my cousin and the MOH....but maybe a little more the MOH bc my cousin is kind of insufferable.
I attended a wedding once that was in an old hotel. The hotel had been closed for business for decades but still held weddings in the grand ballroom. You had to walk through the deserted lobby and hallways to get to the ballroom. It was kind of like The Shining.
At my own wedding, SIL didn't come to the rehearsal because she had club hockey tryouts. As you all know, FIL and SMIL bailed on rehearsal and left the wedding early to get home to their dogs.
Post by basilosaurus on May 15, 2012 11:17:44 GMT -5
I'm so lucky. I have none of my own or in my family or friends.
The closest I get is H's cousin (previously mentioned in the "and guest" post). H's aunt is a bit... off. We're at this large Catholic ceremony, with the bride's side of 200+ being Irish Catholic, and our side being about 30 people and decidedly not religious. Of course the aunt gets up for communion, and grandma knocks her back down. Then she gets up and yells "when are ya gonna kiss?" As we're exiting she tells me about the naughty toys she bought the bride.
This is the same aunt who upon first meeting me asked if H and I were going to get married. We'd not been dating long enough to consider that, so H derailed with "not this week." So she asked "So, are you both sleeping around, then?" The other cousin at dinner with us told us she asked his girlfriend (now wife) if she dances on tables for his entertainment.
Oh, and I share a name with another aunt, the crazy aunt's sister. So I'm good Sibil, and she's evil Sibil. I found this out when first sitting down for the first dinner. "Oh, so you're *good* Sibil." Awkward.
This aunt is a good part of the reason we decided to get married in Hawaii as she's not allowed to fly.
My wedding - I invited a college friend and her boyfriend. They attended the church ceremony. After the ceremony, they headed straight to the reception hall and thankfully were the first (and only) people there because they got into a screaming match at the hall because she said they will never have what I have with Pat. They broke up. The boyfriend (who I barely knew) said they needed to just put this behind them and talk about it later and just enjoy the party - she refused, continued to yell and they ended up both leaving. DH found her running out of the hall crying and she told him what happened, and then DH told me. Then she messaged me to apologize. I was annoyed that we paid for two plates and never got a gift - the fact that I was more annoyed about that and not about her breaking up with her boyfriend made me realize that college was a long time ago and I just didn't care about her drama anymore, so we were done.
Best friend's cousin's wedding (I wasn't there) - The cousin was the bride and she had her brother's wife in her bridal party. This SIL is a bitch; I've met her and she is awful, but I know the bride added her to the party to be nice. Her SIL demanded that the bride invite *her* parents and twin sister; the bride didn't want to but also didn't want to deal with the drama, so she added them to the list. Then they buy bridesmaid dresses and the SIL starts bitching about how awful the dress is - so awful that she threatened not to show up to the wedding and said she'd burn the dress the day of the wedding. So what happened? She kept her word. She skipped the wedding (the bride didn't know until that wedding weekend), burned the dress the day of the wedding...and the kicker is that this SIL's family ended up attending the wedding (they are very nice, from what I hear). So after demanding that her family be invited, they show up and she doesn't.
BIL's recent wedding - DH has three brothers and one got married a couple of weeks ago. Their cousin got so wasted she became a klepto drunk. First she tried to steal DH's tuxedo jacket because "he left it and doesn't deserve to have something he abandoned." Then when he caught her trying to take the jacket, she decided to steal the purse belonging to the fiancee of one of DH's other brothers. We were looking everywhere for it but we couldn't prove who took it even though we suspected her at the end of the night. The next morning (with the purse still gone), one of the family members remembered that BIL's fiancee has an iPhone and it was in the purse, so they tracked it to another cousin's house, but we knew the klepto drunk was staying there for the night. We called them, they denied it until we told them they tracked the iPhone and they looked in the car and found the purse. This may cause serious drama in August for this fiancee's and BIL's wedding because they're already saying they're not paying for klepto cousin's alcohol. Stay tuned for Part 2!
Post by rupertpenny on May 15, 2012 11:28:07 GMT -5
At my cousin's "church wedding" (they had already gotten married at the courthouse 8 months earlier for some unidentified reason) the pastor made the whole sermon about divorce and how wrong it is. It was an awkward subject for a wedding to say the least.
Oh this one isn't a horror story. More just dumb. We all get to the dance hall for the second half of the wedding, and the DJ plays the first dance for H and I (as requested), and then a group dance for the wedding party (as requested). All our guests hop onto the dance floor after that, and the first song he chooses to kick everything off with was: If you Wanna Be My Lover by the Spice Girls.
I was a bridesmaid at my friend’s wedding. I had been sick for about 7-8 months up to the wedding with an unknown illness (constant nausea and occasional vomiting). The ceremony was long and it was very hot in the church. I got to the point where I could feel the vomit coming up and I knew if I didn't sit down, it would not end well. I tried to move stealth like to the pew next to me, but of course everyone saw and it took their attention away from my friend’s wedding. I just felt so bad. I felt like I had ruined their wedding. I felt even sicker at the reception and had to go home early. I had been looking forward to this wedding for a year (my first time as a bridesmaid, I was so excited). I just felt really guilty about not being able to celebrate with my friend like I wanted to (at least I didn't throw-up on her). Two months later I was diagnosed with giardia and it turned out I was severely mal-nourished and my intestines were messed up from the little bastard parasites eating on me for about 9 months. Maybe not a horror story, but I still feel bad for not being there for my friend that day.
Post by onomatopoeia on May 15, 2012 11:35:03 GMT -5
A good (and always platonic) friend of mine from college and his girlfriend broke up at my wedding, big blow-out fight and all. The reason? When they went through the receiving line he told me I looked beautiful. She accused him of flirting (aren't you supposed to tell a bride she's beautiful on her wedding day?), started wailing hysterically, and told him he could find his own way home (they had driven 3 hours and were staying the night). Thankfully this all happened outside the hall I didn't see any of it go down, I think most of the guests were also thankfully oblivious.
Post by basilosaurus on May 15, 2012 11:35:57 GMT -5
Oh, not terribly a nightmare, but it pissed me off. Still. And it's not even my wedding.
My sister's wedding, I'm MOH. Also, I had my first weird heart freak out during her ceremony which was fun. I thought nothing of it at the time other than I was tired and jet lagged, but when it happened again months later, it sent me to the ER, so I guess it was a big deal.
Anyway, her photographer bitch. Woman was pregnant and sat out most of the ceremony and reception. When we did the (very few, like 5 minutes worth) family portraits she was a raging bitch. She, like my sister, didn't like posed shots, but we wanted a few of the family. She started with the whole family and then started removing the least important people. Cousins go, then grandparents, then siblings, etc.
Except, in my family, grandparents are freaking important. They raised us, paid for school, etc. They're more parents than anything. So I go race off (heart still freaking out) to tell photographer bitch that there needs to be one shot with my sister, her husband, and my grandparents, no one else. She told me we could only do that if my grandparents hurry. Dude, gramma's 81 and slow. There is no hurry. So gramma ended up not getting a picture with the new couple. She would have framed that shit and looked on it dotingly every day.
On top of that, my grandfather was in the same fraternity as the groom and all the groomsmen, so we wanted a picture of all them. Because bitch photographer sat the freaking wedding out, she finally got to it around midnight, when all the groomsmen are wasted (open bar!) and my grandfather has finally gone home. He waited long past when he wanted to go just for this one picture. Bitch.
Oh this one isn't a horror story. More just dumb. We all get to the dance hall for the second half of the wedding, and the DJ plays the first dance for H and I (as requested), and then a group dance for the wedding party (as requested). All our guests hop onto the dance floor after that, and the first song he chooses to kick everything off with was: If you Wanna Be My Lover by the Spice Girls.
It was so WTF-worthy.
We just had an ipod with a playlist at my wedding and when we got around to cutting the cake "Two Become One" by the Spice Girls happened to be the song playing. I think I put it on there as a joke but forgot to take it off. I couldn't believe the only time everything actually got quiet was when that song came on.
A good (and always platonic) friend of mine from college and his girlfriend broke up at my wedding, big blow-out fight and all. The reason? When they went through the receiving line he told me I looked beautiful. She accused him of flirting (aren't you supposed to tell a bride she's beautiful on her wedding day?), started wailing hysterically, and told him he could find his own way home (they had driven 3 hours and were staying the night). Thankfully this all happened outside the hall I didn't see any of it go down, I think most of the guests were also thankfully oblivious.
Wow, I figured I was the only one who had a couple have a big fight and break up at their wedding! There was another couple that broke up at my wedding too but they handled things a lot better (i.e. didn't scream at the hall and leave before the reception started). Incidentally, I got married the day before Valentine's Day AND it was Friday the 13th. At least DH and I are still going strong!
At my FI's cousin's wedding the bride said "for richer or for richer" instead of "for richer or for poorer." Her excuse later was that she was so drunk she didn't remember any of the ceremony.
She legitimately has some brain damage so I should feel bad, but according to my FIL, that just made her a crazy bitch instead of a manipulative asshole bitch. So I don't feel bad.
The day of our wedding, I ran into my MIL in the morning at the hotel. I asked her for Jeff's wedding ring (he forgot to pack it when he came to my hometown so she got it and brought it with her stuff) and she said, "I DON'T THINK SO! I'll be holding onto it until the ceremony." It caused multiple jokes with my bridesmaids about how she was going to put the ring on his finger, too. She was not a fan of us getting married, which I find hilarious now, b/c I'm the only reason she has grandkids (neither of my husband's siblings want kids). MUAHAHA.
Oh and at our reception, my dumbass brother was super wasted. He had some random ass girl show up - in a denim skirt - to a formal event - and they proceeded to bump and grind on the dance floor. Before the dancing had started. I even have photographic evidence of my dad side eying my brother:
I also went to a wedding where they had muthafuckin drink tickets. It was klassy. They only gave drink tickets to the bridal party and everyone else had to pay for drinks. Including cokes. The only thing that was free was water. DRINK TICKETS!!!! I about died.
One cousin married a guy for the great north of VT. My side of the family showed up in sun dresses and sports coats, his side showed up in jeans and t-shirts (one for a septic company --you dump it, we pump it). The groomsmen's tuxes didn't fit and you coudl seen at least 2" of white socks on all of them.
Other cousin- had one turned out to be a fairly nice wedding, but his mother landed from Germany 2 days before the wedding to find out they were only planning on serving cake and punch at their 5pm wedding that was literally in the middle of nowhere Texas in a dry county (the invitation did say BYOB). My aunt ran to HEB and bought a bunch of deli platters the day of the wedding to serve.
The last one that stands out was one I went to as a date. I didn't know the B&G. The groom was in a heavy metal band. All the groomsmen had long hair. In the middle of the ceremony there was a power ballad that expressed their love for each other.... the pastor gave a homily about being subservient to the man. Then in the reception for the garter belt the G went head first under B's dress and came out with a pair of black panties in his mouth
I went to a wedding once where the MOH had the kneel down at the altar (it was a Catholic ceremony) for an extended period of time, and her corset garment cut off her circulation or some such shit. She passed out in the middle of the ceremony. Just, fell over.
Not mine, but the day before a friend's wedding, her estranged half-brother got jumped walking home from the bar and hit the guy, causing him to lose an eye/have eye damage. He spent the weekend in jail, missing the wedding...apparently he is an ultimate fighter or something so this is what led to this horrible thing happening. I felt horribly for my friend, for sure.
Post by redheadbaker on May 15, 2012 11:55:28 GMT -5
This is long, but worth it.
My cousin got married about six months after I did. It was his first wedding, the bride's second.
It was on a Friday evening. Sorry to anyone who got married on a Friday but I hate Friday weddings.
The wedding ceremony was supposed to start at 7 p.m. It ended up starting at 7:30, because the limo bus that was transporting the bride and her fourteen bridesmaids, two junior bridesmaids and the flower girl broke down. The maid of honor had to call the mother-of-the-groom, who then made an announcement that if any guests owned a minivan, would they please go get the bridal party. Apparently the limo bus company didn't have another bus to send.
So, the bride gets there and the ceremony starts. One groomsman is already drunk. He was up at the altar, cat-calling at each bridesmaid as they walked down the aisle.
They hired a DJ for both the ceremony and reception music. For some reason, songs would cut out and/or the music would start playing at the wrong time.
The bride walked down the aisle, chewing and cracking a wad of gum.
Thankfully, the ceremony only lasted twenty minutes.
We go upstairs to the reception room. The staff had likely set up the room earlier in the day, including setting out the boats with salad dressing in them. They were warm, and had a crust over the top. ::vomit:: The cocktail "hour" (30 minutes) was open bar, but no appetizers. It's now about 8:15 p.m. and we were STARVING.
The bridal party was introduced at 8:30. Drunk groomsman switched clothing with the bridesmaid he was escorting.
They were all seated at a head table, and they were served their salads. We were waiting for our salads but the DJ announced that the bride and groom would now be having their first dance. Then the parent dances. Then the bridal party dance. Then the toasts (one by each of the groom's brothers, both of which were entirely too long and entirely inappropriate, and I'm no prude). And we still hadn't gotten our salads. When we did finally get our salads, they looked like they had sent a server outside to mow the grass and collect the clippings. Combined with the crusty salad dressing, we decided to wait for the main meal.
Oh, and the bride decided to have a TV set up near the dessert table that had a slideshow of images from their childhood and their relationship together. Cute, right? Yeah, except for the one of the groom vomiting into a toilet at a frat party.
And remember those tall wedding cakes from the '80s that had a fountain between the tiers and plastic staircases extending out to "satellite" cakes (like the one below)?
Yeah, that was their cake.
Thanks to the open bar/no food cocktail hour, my dad and my uncle were SMASHED, and kept making comments about the tackiness of the wedding that had our table in TEARS. At one point, my mom made a comment that they were going to get us thrown out. My dad said, "I fail to see the problem with that."
A friend's wedding.... the bride missed the entire reception because she had to be, ahem, put to bed. The bride & groom were introduced, had their first dance, the best man gave a speech, and then she was gone. That's right, a reception without a bride. It was interesting to say the least (and very sad for the groom who is my H's friend).
I think I posted this before. DH's friend from HS had/has a gf (then FI, then wife) who is possibly bipolar at worst, at best she has severe anger management issues. To make the relationship more made in hell, he is a big partier, probably has a drinking problem.
At my wedding, they got in a fight at the reception. Made a little scene but left early. The next day, their friend and GM went to knock on the door to go down to the brunch my in-laws hosted and I was told as the light hit him, his entire face was clawed, bloody, and scabbed. DH's friend said it was like Freddy Krougar got him in his sleep. Needless to say they skipped brunch.
Flash-forward that summer to another wedding. He got wasted and so was she. She accused their friend's gf (later wife), who literally is one of the most laid-back, no-drama, people I've ever met, of flirting with her FI because she was chatting with him on the dance floor. DH and his friends took them to the lobby (the poor bride barely knew them) to get them out of the reception. She started screaming at him, and his friend's gf, then hauled off and punched him so hard in the face he had a black eye the next day. She's tiny too, he's not a big guy but he's not a wimp either. She went to the hotel room, he stayed and continued to drink and we could all here them screaming and things banging/clashing for at least an hour that night.
Flashforward to their own wedding (yes these people thought it was smart to get married). He started drinking too early (before church). He had her e-ring and wedding band in a box (she her e-ring cleaned which is why he had it), was walking around the lobby with beers, chatting with people, and left it on a table. Somebody stole it. He started CRYING and begging the manager to review the security video right then, which the manager couldn't do, but we all tore the lobby apart looking for it. She and her bridal party came down and he had to tell her. Now, DH thought she'd beat the shit out of him right then and there, she did throw a fit and threaten to call it off, but got over it and they went to church and got married (they actually stopped at some department store to get fake rings on the way).
They had a beautiful recpetion, she was pleasant and happy, so we thought maybe he was in the clear. People went back to the hotel and partied at a bar in the lobby (I think we were watching hockey because I was pg and not drinking so I remember noticing how drunk everyone else was and thinking something would happen). The bride was chugging right out of a champagne botle, the groom disappeared to some guy's room where a bunch of people were smoking weed all night). All seemed good. Our room just happened to be near the bridal suite.
Well, true to form, DHs friend was wasted, had all these people in their room and locked his crazy-ass bride out. We were sleeping and heard her screaming and banging to get in at 3:00 am (she was partying with her friend in another room). We go to the door and see her looking like a raving lunatic - I remember pushing DH in front of me with the door adjar when I saw her because there was PURE maddness in her eyes, I seriously felt like if she saw me looking at her wrong, she'd come after me and I was pg. That didn't stop us from wanting to see what was going to happen though
He finally opened the door and OMFG. She dragged his ass into the hallway, by his collar, everyone in the room behind him starting to come out, knocked-him over, and started pounding on him. It reminded me of the scene in A Christmas Story were Ralphe loses it and beats up on that kid, swearing so much you couldn't make it out. The friend had a hard time seperating them, security came - how they avoided the police being called is beyond me. We did not see them the next day, but DHs friend said he was all bruised and battered, and she felt so bad because they were leaving for their honeymoon.
We haven't talked to them in quite a while, I just asked DH the other day if he heard if they were even still married, because I'm told that behavior continued and I couldn't imagine somebody could put up with that for the rest of his life. His drinking never helped the situation, seemed to make her go even more nuts, but Gawd, nobody deserves to be treated like that. He's also not a wimpy pushover, I was shocked when they got engaged let alone married.
The wedding etiquette post reminded me of my MIL's antics at my BIL's wedding...
So it was BIL's 2nd wedding. The first one was in the Bahamas. I wasn't there b/c I had just had Jackson 5w prior. MH gave a toast at the first wedding and was the best man at the 2nd wedding a few weeks ago.
MIL for 2 days straight leading up to the wedding (and during the reception) would not STFU about how awesome MH's toast was at the wedding in the Bahamas. Like that was all she kept saying. HELLO! WHY DON'T YOU STFU RIGHT NOW ABOUT HIS 1st WEDDING TO HIS EX WIFE WHO WAS A CHEATING SLUT THAT RUINED YOUR DAUGHTER'S WEDDING? Like have some fucking tact you crazy ass bitch.
FTR, my husband's toast at the 2nd wedding was amazing and the best one I've ever heard. I'm sure the first one didn't even compare, lol.
Post by lyssbobiss, Command, B613 on May 15, 2012 12:08:38 GMT -5
At my BFF's wedding a couple of years ago, all of the groomsmen were not just drunk but like balls-to-the-wall, I can't stand up straight drunk. We did pics before the ceremony, and we had the groomsmen all leaning against trees. At least half of them got kind of handsy with us.
I had a sorority sister who got married and her parents shelled out major money for this event. Another sister was a bridesmaid and she brought her asshole abusive boyfriend. They proceded to get into a screaming match during the fancy reception and he spit on her and tried to choke her. They were both thrown out.
"This prick is asking for someone here to bring him to task Somebody give me some dirt on this vacuous mass so we can at last unmask him I'll pull the trigger on it, someone load the gun and cock it While we were all watching, he got Washington in his pocket."
A friend's wedding.... the bride missed the entire reception because she had to be, ahem, put to bed. The bride & groom were introduced, had their first dance, the best man gave a speech, and then she was gone. That's right, a reception without a bride. It was interesting to say the least (and very sad for the groom who is my H's friend).
Oh no!!!
That is so, so sad for the groom. Can you imagine?!
Ha, as I keep posting, I keep remembering horror stories.
So for my SIL's wedding, she had me and my BIL's first wife as BMs. We all went to Vegas about a month before the wedding for a joint bachelor/bachelorette party. A few of the groom's friends came, too, along with a few other BMs. While we were there BIL's ex-wife (at the time, his wife) had a "connection" with one of the groom's friends (not a groomsmen though). None of us knew that at the time. His dad apparently lived near where BIL/wife lived, and about 2w before the wedding, he was visiting and she met up with him. And she hooked up with him (no one knew this yet).
After the rehearsal dinner, some people went out. MH and I did not, b/c I was too drunk (klassy, I know). BIL and his wife got in a huge fight b/c she was sitting next to the friend of the groom and he had his hands all over her thighs - BIL saw. They spend the whole night fighting over it and at 5am she finally admitted she had hooked up with him a few weeks ago b/c they had a "connection" in Vegas. At this point, people knew they had had a fight, but had no idea what it was about.
At the reception, BIL told groom's friend he should leave/wanted him to leave, now that he knew what had happened. His wife flipped the fuck out, they got into an argument on the dance floor and she left. Groom's friend follows her. BIL follows both of them. They all come back separately. It happens again. BIL's wife goes to their room, groom's friend leaves. MH goes out to talk to BIL and finds out what happened. Yeah. It basically ruined SIL's reception, b/c both of her brothers are then in obviously horrible moods. One BM has disappeared. It just put a cloud over everything.
And, of course, ex-SIL is in a TON of wedding pictures. Scandalous.
Post by debatethis on May 15, 2012 12:10:07 GMT -5
BIL's wedding. His future MIL and FIL had a very bitter divorce just a year or two before BIL got married. His stb-MIL threatened in front of a dozen people the morning of the wedding to call the police and accuse her XH (bride's father) of assault so that he'd be arrested and couldn't walk his daughter down the aisle.
SIL's wedding - she married into a family that makes My Name is Earl look like Rhodes' Scholars and who are anti-gay, anti-alcohol (ever, for anyone) and have a few coke addicts in the mix too. They refused to have anything to do with the rehearsal dinner so MIL/FIL paid for it and did a catered BBQ with a bunch of iced tubs of beer, wine, etc. When SIL's stb-inlaws saw the booze they threatened to leave the RD bc "they couldn't associate with people who drink". Then the next day during the actual wedding, the grandma of the groom interrupted the ceremony/pastor to go up on stage so she could get a good picture of the bride and groom. The common-law just-out-of-jail wife of one of the groom's cousins (who had track marks up and down her arms) started a knock down drag out fight over the bouquet toss. Another SIL and I got stuck decorating the getaway car, and then the mother of the groom confronted us in the middle of the reception and accused us of trying to upstage her since she had apparently planned to decorate it. The MOG made comments under her breath that she could have done better on the wedding cake (that DH and I made and have plenty of experience doing since DH runs a bakery). Oh, and the identical twin brother of the groom missed the ceremony and showed up to the reception an hour late in jeans so full of holes I'm not sure how they were staying together. His wife was in a swim coverup over a turquoise bra, and both of them were chewing tobacco. It was FABULOUS.
Its not a horror story by any means, but at our wedding - one full of Djs, producers and music people, we managed to totally screw up the sound system and have the music drop out during the walk down the aisle, lol.
I've been fortunate that I haven't been subjected to too many craptastic weddings. But H was in one once, and they had him at a head table and me at a table of random people who I had never met and had nothing in common with. I had met all the other spouses/dates of the wedding party the previous night at the rehearsal dinner, and all of them were seated at a different table from me, so I felt like an outcast. The ceremony started almost an hour late because of traffic problems (not their fault) but it meant that they cut out the receiving line. But they still had the wedding party stuck in photos for OVER AN HOUR after the ceremony. This meant the cocktail hour took forever, and I knew nobody except the people I had met the previous night, so I was bored silly. Because that took forever, dinner was chaos, and the bride and groom did not actually circle around to the tables or do anything to make an effort to say hello to everyone. On top of that, they had a million "jobs" for my H to do all night long. As the entire reception was cut short due to the insanity of the traffic + photo session, dancing didn't really happen, and I think I saw H for about 10 minutes the whole night, and I spent the rest of the time making small talk with random relatives. The first time I actually had a chance to talk to the bride the entire night was when we were leaving. I had such a shitty time. It's been about 6 years since that wedding, and I still judge that couple a little bit for their poorly planned wedding.
We had a destination wedding in Jamaica, so we had three nights of events planned - welcome cocktail party in the garden, rehearsal dinner/bonfire party, and of course, the wedding and reception on the beach. It rained every.single.night. I had to scramble and plan alternatives, including a new ceremony and even party decorations, at the last minute. Luckily it was sunny and beautiful during the day and everyone had a great time anyway.