Post by starburst604 on Jan 25, 2023 9:08:11 GMT -5
I did just think of one funny thing that happened after the wedding back at the hotel, not dramatic, but funny. My friend and her husband stayed overnight at the hotel with their little dog. When they got back to the hotel after the wedding, she passed out, and the husband went to put the do not disturb sign on the door, and their dog ran out in the hallway. He ran out after him, in just his boxer shorts, and the door shut behind him. He banged and banged at the door, but his wife did not hear him to let him in. So he picked up the dog And took the elevator down to the lobby, in just his boxers. He had no ID on him and the front desk wouldn’t just give him a room key, so they kept calling the room until finally his wife picked up the phone and said it was OK to give him a key to come in. On the way back up in the elevator, the door opens, and a guy steps on and drunkenly demands to know where the after party is. Friend is standing there in just his boxer shorts and said dude, I don’t know anything about an after party, the guy pulls out his NYPD badge and says tell me where the after party is. Now, I didn’t hear this story until like a month later and when he got to the NYPD badge part I died laughing, that’s totally H’s cousin G just roaming the hotel drunk, looking for a party and flashing his badge.
“Friends” got drunk and wrecked a golf cart during our reception. I worked at the resort where we were married and my coworkers kept It from me since my mom had cancer surgery 3 days after our wedding.
Were these friends male by chance? I know two different sets of drunken, male adults who have wrecked golf carts! 🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️
We did pictures before the ceremony because we wanted outside pics and since the wedding was at night we had to do them early. After pics one of the groomsmen wanted to smoke a joint so he went for a ride (drove himself instead of coming in the limo with everyone else) and his car ran out of gas. We all got to the church and he wasn't there. His wife was the MOH and was freaking out thinking he was in an accident. Thankfully he found a kind soul who gave him a ride but between the wedding and reception he had to go get gas for his car.
My in-laws were supposed to contribute a small amount to the wedding because they insisted on inviting more people than we were allowing each set of parents. We paid for 90% of our wedding so we needed to control costs. Since they wanted more people, they had to contribute. We invited everyone they wanted (and they all said yes) but then they told us they couldn't help financially. So instead they threw us a shower that we did not want and told people to give us money. It was very awkward, especially since she invited people to the shower that were not invited to the wedding!
My MIL also told my MOH at the shower that I was overspending on my wedding and making her son poor. At the time I made significantly more than my husband and we used MY bonus to pay for most of the wedding.
My wedding was shockingly drama free. We had 1 wedding crasher show up after dinner was served, but I know him and he wore a tux so :::shrug::: I'm just glad he came after dinner so there were no food issues and we had an open bar so at least we got more bang for our buck LOL
There was lots of pre wedding MIL drama, but I've suppressed it deep down. She continues to do this shit now so it's just my life now.
Oh yeah, DH's cousin brought his son, even though we didn't have any kids (and he wasn't on the invite) and then was shocked the son wasn't on the seating chart. So they said he was "sick" and all left before dinner.
Rumor was the kid couldn't be left with a babysitter because he wasn't well behaved and all the family was at the wedding.
I think we were mostly drama free, just the usual wedding filled with mid-to-late 20s guests standard kind of stuff. A handful of people who drank way too much, a few unexpected hookups, multiple people who lost car keys and had to get rides home with others and get their cars the next day (we had a valet, how more than one person lost their keys is beyond me)...nothing particularly stressful or high-drama.
We were just discussing dramatic weddings at dinner the other night.
My first wedding was perfect, but the marriage sucked. My second was smaller with a couple of glitches.
First glitch was that DH almost missed the last flight before the wedding because he was hosting bigwigs from a Japanese company in another city. He finally got home around 10:30pm with dirty laundry that needed doing ahead of our honeymoon. The washer broke and we ended up handwashing it in the tub. We finally got to bed around midnight and our kitten started throwing up. He'd eaten a firefly and the vomit lit up like some sort of beacon.
Next morning, DH insisted on grabbing breakfast at a diner. He hadn't had dinner the night before and treated himself to steak and eggs. I pushed my food around and we headed home to get dressed and head to the church. We were about to walk down the aisle and his BP dropped because of all the food he'd eaten (normal for him/he has cardiac issues and meds for that cause this) and he almost passed out. The minister chased me out of his office and asked DH if he wanted to go through with it. We finally get to the procession bit. The organist was so awful I didn't recognize the music we'd carefully chosen. I remember that and one of DH's friends (who wasn't happy DH was getting married and declined the role of BM claiming he had to work) sitting in a pew glaring. The rest of the day-- and marriage were fine.
My sister's wedding was a clusterfuck.
The day before, she and her DH drove to the county seat in my dad's car to collect their marriage license. It was rainy and someone backed out of a driveway which caused her to T-bone them. She had slowed, but they still both hit the windshield getting concussed and cut up in the process. We got a call from the ER which wanted to admit them both but dad for some reason talked them into releasing them both when he went to pick them up. The groom had stitches, but my sister got away with butterfly bandages under her lip. I ran around completing the couple's last-minute list of errands and we were set.
The wedding was fine, but things got icky at the reception as one might expect of a baby bride. One of the groomsmen hooked up with a drunk bridesmaid. I don't know if it was rough sex or a poorly made dress, but she returned a few hours later with the torn hem and a rip badly stapled together. The boyfriend of another bridesmaid was upset she wasn't paying him enough attention and left the afterparty at my parents' house, walked out into the driveway and punched out the windshield of my mom's car. At this point, my parents have only dad's work van as transportation.
But my favorite wedding drama was when my mom's friend's younger daughter got married. The bride's dad was Roman Catholic, but her parents had made the choice to not baptize and raise their children in that religion. When the bridge married the son of a couple who attended Mass daily before work, there was tension. The priest agreed that they could do a ceremony rather than a Mass. But then the POGs basically bribed the pastor into doing a Mass instead. Day of the wedding, their priest was swapped out for the pastor. The whole debacle was running late because the photographer went to the groom's house and spent most of the allotted time there. We got to the church and sat there for over 45 minutes waiting for any family to show up. I am not a Roman Catholic, but my ex was. He pointed out the lit candles and said "I thought they weren't having a Mass." I said they weren't. He said, they don't light those candles unless it's a Mass. I'm curious because I know a Mass will piss MOB off royally. A few minutes later and someone extinguished the candles and I said "see, I told you it wouldn't be a Mass". We sat for another half hour and the processional music started. Someone darted out from the choir stall and re-lit the candles to which ex said "looks like the Mass is back on".
Things went OK for a time until they brought out communion and the MOB realized she's been had. She stood up and walked out. I can still hear her heals clicking on the terrazzo floor. You could have heard a pin drop. My mom followed her and did talk her into returning after a while but she has never forgiven these people.
My in-laws were late to the ceremony, so we had to delay for about 30 minutes. Then, my mother-in-law and sister-in-law both showed up dressed in head to toe ivory lace dresses. My matron of honor was afraid of what I was going to do. I told her they made themselves look ridiculous. It didn't reflect on me.
I did just think of one funny thing that happened after the wedding back at the hotel, not dramatic, but funny. My friend and her husband stayed overnight at the hotel with their little dog. When they got back to the hotel after the wedding, she passed out, and the husband went to put the do not disturb sign on the door, and their dog ran out in the hallway. He ran out after him, in just his boxer shorts, and the door shut behind him. He banged and banged at the door, but his wife did not hear him to let him in. So he picked up the dog And took the elevator down to the lobby, in just his boxers. He had no ID on him and the front desk wouldn’t just give him a room key, so they kept calling the room until finally his wife picked up the phone and said it was OK to give him a key to come in. On the way back up in the elevator, the door opens, and a guy steps on and drunkenly demands to know where the after party is. Friend is standing there in just his boxer shorts and said dude, I don’t know anything about an after party, the guy pulls out his NYPD badge and says tell me where the after party is. Now, I didn’t hear this story until like a month later and when he got to the NYPD badge part I died laughing, that’s totally H’s cousin G just roaming the hotel drunk, looking for a party and flashing his badge.
This has me cackling; it is like a movie! your poor friend, lol. Just walking around this hotel in his undies trying to get back into his room carrying his little dog around. I am giggling again just thinking about it.
In shocking news, my sister thought she might be pregnant the morning of our wedding and made my husband get her a pregnancy test. Then at the drop in bunch the next day she broke up dramatically with her on/off boyfriend of 5 years.
Post by onomatopoeia on Jan 25, 2023 9:43:49 GMT -5
The night before our wedding a few of DH's friend got kicked out the hotel they were staying at for being drunk and disorderly. I didn't find out about that until after the wedding.
At our reception, one of my college friends and his girlfriend got in a big fight in the parking lot and broke up because she was upset he had told me I looked beautiful during the receiving line. We didn't even have a romantic history or anything, she was just jealous I guess. I didn't hear about that until after the fact either.
We had 4 bridesmaids and 4 groomsmen. In the weeks leading up to the wedding: Bridesmaid 1 and groomsman 1 hook up. Bridesmaid 2 and groomsman 2 hook up. All 4 of those brought other dates to the wedding so that was awkward. Bridesmaid 3 and groomsman 3 were in a year + long relationship, and the week of the wedding, she tells him she's been cheating on him and they have a massive dramatic breakup and refuse to be near each other at the wedding. Groomsman 3 then hooks up with my college roommate at the wedding (they ended up getting married). Groomsman 4 tried to hook up with Bridesmaid 1 at the afterparty, while his girlfriend was asleep upstairs. (Bridesmaid 4 was my 16-year old sister and thank goodness nothing dramatic there!)
I wasn't mad about any of that necessarily, but it was just drama that I did.not.need or appreciate.
This isn't mine, but good friends. We lived in the Hudson Valley of NY at the time. They had friends come to their wedding from NYC. The friends took the train, not realizing that the last train back was at 12:30am. They missed the train, so they went to the newly married couple's house looking for a place to stay. Newly married couple gave them a tent and a couple of sleeping bags and told them to set up in the back yard. LOL.
My SIL told me at our wedding that her mom ( my new MIL) was upset that I didn't pay enough attention to the mother son dance. I think I actually laughed when she told me.
She had picked a 7 minute song. That we had the DJ cut down. I watched for a minute and then was talking to wedding guests that I hadn't seen in years.
I did not have a father daughter dance, and to honest, didn't want any of the typical special wedding dances. I made our wedding party dance with us during our first dance because I hate the spotlight. And it's weird. Who really wants to watch two non professional dancers awkwardly sway and whisper to each other for a few minutes?
The ceremony and reception were lovely - on a golf course.
My now ex-h and I got really drunk at the reception and got in a fight back at the hotel. I recall he threw things out the door (pillows, a rattan end table). Writing that out just now sounds...really bad and rather embarrassing. Honestly, I feel like I had sort of wiped it from my memory for years. It was a premonition that we were not going to make it.
My mother showed up late (it was just a reception, we eloped just the two of us earlier in the month), accused my husband of giving her the wrong address and pushed my father out of a formal picture we were taking. She then threw a big fit that her (now ex) wife didn't get a corsage, I'd made her one but it was misplaced in the chaos. Oh, and she wore ripped black jeans, a cut off t-shirt and a wallet chain. To my fairly formal reception.
There was not really any drama at our wedding but leading up to it was something else. We got married on Friday after Thanksgiving. H's BM backed out 2 weeks before the wedding because he was invited on a ski trip that took priority. They are no longer friends. The officiant had a family emergency so we had to find a replacement. Obviously, not upset with the officiant but finding a new officiant the week before Thanksgiving was a challenge. Then, H and I went to pick up his birth certificate that he needed for our honeymoon cruise, leaving the day after the wedding. 16 years ago bc's were acceptable for cruise travel. The issue was that he was born in a different state. We tried to expedite one from the other state but due to the holiday, it wasn't going to happen. The only option we had other than trying to reschedule the cruise was for H to fly across the country to his birth state and back in one day, 3 days before our wedding. I knew you could only get bc's from your birth state but it just didn't click that he was born elsewhere. There were a few more hiccups along the way but nothing tragic.
My brother and SIL's wedding was a hot mess from beginning to end. Here are the highlights. They're still happily married 25 years later. -SIL's family insisted on a big wedding with a reception at a fancy golf club. 6 weeks before the wedding they told SIL they couldn't afford it. My parent's did not have the funds but their neighbor was the kitchen manager for a retirement home and she set up the reception there and provided everything for cost. Some of the ladies in the home handmade paper flowers for the centerpieces and it was lovely. - SIL's sister wasn't able to plan a bachelorette party so she hired a stripper for the bridal shower. Our family is very southern and very conservative so my SIL was mortified and hid during most of her shower. -SIL's mom wore a white and denim gown to the wedding. I have no room to judge because it's not my business. But here I judge. -SIL's sister didn't want to stand next to me at the altar after I made comments about the stripper at the shower. So she walked down the aisle and kept going out the back. SIL's brother was in from oot and he left to take the sister home so they both missed the wedding/reception.
The groom arrived 25 minutes late by himself. His groomsmen were there, he was not. I tried calling he wouldn’t pick up, his best man aka his brother tried, no luck. His sister in law tried … NO ONE was able to get him to pick up. He strolled up 25 mins late no big deal … I.was.LIVID!
The other thing that went wrong, the DJ forgot the father/daughter dance. If/when J and I get hitched, I get my f/d dance !
Ok douche, go ahead and call it mud. My husband DID have halitosis. We addressed it after I talked to you girls on here and guess what? Years later, no problem. Mofongo, you're a cunt. Eat shit. ~anonnamus
It wasn't really drama. It was funny then and funny now.
Our reception was in a converted loft building downtown - walls were basically all windows - really pretty. About midway through the reception, some guests noticed that some people in the building next door were creating an adult film, in full view of all the windows. Every 5 min or so you'd see a new group crowded around the windows to see what was going on.
My wedding to my H was mostly an elopement - my immediate family came but that's it. Nobody was really "invited" since it was an elopement, but since they wanted to come we let them. My sister flew in the day of the wedding and was in a mood, as she gets sometimes. She was mostly fine but we did have a moment after the ceremony when we went back to the hotel - we were flying out for our honeymoon that night so we no longer had a room, so the plan was for us to throw our stuff in my parents' room during the ceremony and then pick it up afterward. We went back and my sister (who was also staying in the same room as my parents) went straight to the bathroom to wash her feet after our beach wedding. My H had to pee really badly and asked if he could do that before she washed her feet, and my sister snapped at him and was a real jerk about it. The actual circumstances were dumb but I was so pissed that she couldn't just be flexible for one day - or skip coming if that wasn't possible.
Also our officiant got lost trying to find us - we were on a beach in Malibu but it was kind of a weird spot I guess (Point Dume if y'all know where that is) and we were having trouble getting reception on our phones so it was complicated trying to find him. I already got there late because they girl who did my hair took FOREVER (and I ended up hating my hair anyway) and then the officiant was even later, so our whole itinerary was thrown off. We had limited time since we had to get to the airport for a redeye flight, so the whole thing was just kind of stressful. I honestly was disappointed in the day - I wanted it to be easy and carefree and it didn't really end up being that way. So not "drama" per se but it felt like it.
So much drama around our wedding. I had previously been engaged and lost a ton of money when we called it off. DH had been married briefly and had a big wedding/reception. We had both separately decided that we never wanted to go through a big wedding again.
This displeased my mother, who, by the way, would contribute exactly $0 toward the cost.
When we got engaged, I called my mom and the first thing she said was, "Who else knows?" No congratulations, nothing.
We thought about a small wedding with just our immediate families, with a larger party later, and my mom said, "well that's stupid, so if you do that, don't bother inviting me." In fact, every idea was stupid.
So we planned to just get married by a Justice of the Peace. We are Catholic, DH's annulment wasn't final, and we didn't want to wait (this also displeased my mother). At the last minute, we decided to invite our families and my mom and sister were pissed and wouldn't come. So we moved it a couple of weeks for them to make it, and all of the photos of my mom look like she was sucking a lemon.
Ultimately, we got the wedding that we wanted (sort of), but the drama caused irreparable damage to a few of my family relationships. I do not have fond memories of most of that day. But I have resolved to keep my big mouth shut around any future plans (or non-plans) for any of my kids.
My first wedding was a lot of fun, but of course my XH was the source of both of the pieces of drama - he was always the drama.
His dad got lost driving to our house for the rehearsal dinner the night before - we lived in another state and he had never been there before. For whatever reason helping him find his way became a competition between my XH and my XBIL and they got in a huge fight. They were angry at each other most of the evening and I think XBIL was even threatening to leave and go home. Eventually they both calmed down and made up, but I found out much later that one of the other groomsmen was so upset about whatever words were exchanged that he decided to no longer be friends with my XH after the wedding. That groomsman put on a good happy face for the actual wedding, which I was grateful for, but we never saw him again. Too bad too because he was a good person IMO.
Then the actual day of the wedding was great, I had a wonderful time. I made a point of not drinking too much because I wanted to remember it, be a good host, etc. My XH however ended up doing shots with his friends toward the end of the night. I had explicitly told the venue we were not hosting shots (we paid per drink so this was partly a cost saving measure) but of course they weren't going to tell the groom "no", so I have no idea how many shots he did. This meant the latter half of the reception we were not together at all, and then went back to our room that night and had very unromantic sex, then he threw up all over the toilet seat and then passed out in bed. So I spent my wedding night cleaning up after him and then barely sleeping because I was not happy about that and definitely thinking "what have I done". I don't think I've ever told anyone that before, actually! Of course the marriage was filled with drama and a lot of the same thoughts and ended 3.5 years later so...
My sisters wedding: My mom threw up all day and night before the wedding, had to go to ER and get a suppository because she couldn't keep anything down. She was OK on the wedding day, but extremely fatigued and pale. They also had a tornado go through luckily between the wedding/ punch reception and the dinner (there was about 3 hours in between maybe), so we all huddled in the church basement until the tornado went through. They had no attendants because BIL didn't like his brother, so I couldn't be a bridesmaid, and they did not allow my dad to walk my sister down the aisle because he had been a huge jerk to her.
My wedding: My aunt refused to come because of my dad. I messed up the seating chart and that caused drama but was fixed OKish. Apparently some people didn't get along. I should have never made a seating chart in hindsight. The band played the wrong song to enter the reception. I didn't mention it to them because they missed the moment, so oh well. DH told me the wrong florist name because he was being lazy and didn't bother to look it up and made assumptions and then missed the florist appointment because he went to the wrong one, and I have to leave the first florist (who was mad) and meet up with him. He said his mom would ask why we didn't go with the one florist so we couldn't use the first one, so that was why I chose to leave. Then when I told him all this he said well we can go back, and I was like I am not going back to the mad florist now. He should have looked up the correct name OR came to the appointment when I told him he was at the wrong place. Since he chose not to do either then he can figure it out from there.
3 weeks before the wedding my mom insisted that I throw an "opening presents" party. I had never heard of such a thing and had not planned for it. I had been planning the wedding for a year, and at 3 weeks before there was nothing I can do. She said I should stay late at the reception and open presents (it was a luncheon wedding/ reception). I said there was likely another event there, and we can't just commander a table and open presents. I said if she wants this party then she can pay for us to go to a restaurant. She declined to pay for a restaurant (which would have been dinner time after the reception). So I said OK then forget it. So she was still throwing a fit, so we offered up our hotel room, but it was a 45 minute drive because we were flying out the next day and it was by the airport. They accepted and then told me that they were not planning to make the drive. So then my grandparents gave me a nice check at the reception, but they accidentally wrote it out to my mom. So I had to give the check back to them and tell them they wrote the wrong person on it. So it wasn't this grand gesture that they thought it would be since my mom had thrown all these fits about it. Then, my MIL said some of her family was going to her house, so I asked if my family could come to, so luckily she had everyone over. My mom still insisted I open presents though even though it was 99% checks and there were maybe 2 real presents to open. I feel like she threw this whole fit for my grandparents who then thought, OK well we'll just do it at the reception which could have been what they did all along without asking for another party 3 weeks before the wedding. It created a lot of drama for no reason, and my mom cried about it during the reception because she kept pestering me and I got up and walked away. My mom didn't have a special present for me, so I was guessing it was about the grandparents. But she spent all day with me before the wedding including the night together, so they had plenty of time to give me special presents without me throwing a special "opening presents" party. We flew out the next day at 9 am, so we didn't have a post wedding brunch or anything like that. This was an out of town wedding for us going back to our hometown area. I should also note that my mom only paid for our flowers so it wasn't like she contributed a ton, less than $500 and certainly could have paid for a restaurant dinner for 10 people or however many she envisioned. My dad paid for the photographer and the in-laws put some money into the reception since they chose the reception place.
Post by lilafowler on Jan 25, 2023 10:54:40 GMT -5
Not drama but a mystery. A pair of women’s underpants was found on the dance floor at the end of the night. Nobody ever claimed them. My cousin was a BM (who wound up hooking up with my brother’s friend so I guess that’s drama) and she was trashed and said “THEY’RE NOT MINE” and proceeded to lift her dress and show everybody. 🤣