I was only a guest at this wedding, but the bride/groom had 23 wedding attendants and the bride wore a full neck and arm of lace and big-ass hoopish skirt - and passed out from the heat.
I put it in the other post too. I was an MOH in a wedding where the girl decided to have a destination wedding at the last minute, so I backed out, and then she proceeded to demand all of the guests pay the per head charge at the new venue by sending her the money at least a week in advance (so she could pay the venue.)
I was in a wedding where I wasn't sure if it was the bridezilla driving the crazy train or her MOH. And sadly the wedding wasn't all that nice after all the drama.
Omfg V. How much did you spend on her wedding all totaled?
Hard to quantify because we made a 10 day trip to Italy out of it and that was certainly awesome and much of that doesn't count towards wedding costs, but certainly many thousands of dollars.
But then on the other hand, her sister (who didn't go to the bachelorette party because she couldn't afford to go to both Italy and Vegas) took over the shower, decided to make all of the food herself, and made a shower budget spreadsheet that would make Sisu proud (she had it down to the cost of each egg in each recipe), so the shower itself was only $82 per bridesmaid (plus whatever we chipped in for a group gift -- I don't remember). So some aspects were MM
I put it in the other post too. I was an MOH in a wedding where the girl decided to have a destination wedding at the last minute, so I backed out, and then she proceeded to demand all of the guests pay the per head charge at the new venue by sending her the money at least a week in advance (so she could pay the venue.)
I love hearing stories about crazy people.
We were invited to a destination wedding at an AI in the Dominican Republic. We thought about going but didn't go (it was for a kind of random coworker of my husband's, and the resort where the wedding was seemed meh). The kicker though was that the bride sent an email with all of the accommodation details and made it clear that if anyone stayed at a different resort, that person would have to pay $100 to attend the wedding (because those people hadn't already paid the AI for their meals/drinks that day).
I was in a wedding with 8 other bridesmaids. The bride was constantly pitting us against each other and starting drama. When my grandmother passed away just 2 months before the wedding the bride wept to everyone about how I haven't been there for her and she just didn't know how to kick me out (I didn't know any of this). After the wedding she told me she couldn't believe that I was so selfish as to not make her wedding a priority. Bitch.
This isn't too crazy compared to some, especially as there weren't costs associated. But I was a bridesmaid once in a wedding where the MOH created a list of jobs at the ceremony and rehearsal we each had to sign up for that included successful characteristics such as "persuasive and outgoing" for guestbook attendant. There was also a hydration attendant who had to make sure the bride was drinking enough water at the reception; we all said she should wear a super soaker and just shoot water in her mouth from across the room if she looked parched.
My only bridesmaid story is similar to rock-n-voll's, and I'm still bffs with the bride. BRIGHT ORANGE short chiffon dresses with wide brown sashes and these weird little fluttery "sleeves" the seamstress put on all of them. At 170lbs I was the smallest bridesmaid.
So short light dresses with basically no sleeves. In October. In Maine. On the ocean. We all were freezing. The bride paid for all of us to take a sweet ass luxury SUV from the hotel to the church while she rode with her parents in an antique car. They didn't want to pay the antique car guy to wait until after the ceremony, so the bride, groom, and her family took the SUV from the church to the reception and the bridesmaids had to all find our own way to the reception!
My best friend was just not organized when she got married. We've known each other since 5th grade and I knew this about her, but it was pretty stressful. The bride wanted me and her sister to be co-maid of honors, but her sister was pretty unreachable and unhelpful and then wanted all the credit. I went through my second pregnancy with severe morning sickness that turned into a miscarriage in May, and the week right after the D&C it was clear I had two wks to pull together the entire bridal shower because the sister didn't do a darned thing, and then the mother thought I was obnoxious for finally making decisions (like, oh, sending out invitations). At the wedding rehearsal, my friend turned to me and asked me then and there to do a reading for the next day. In the middle of the service, the sister turned to me and said 'you're doing the train for the blessing, I don't feel like getting up.' And I'm still a bit hurt that my best friend didn't ask me to do a speech; I had one planned in my mind connecting our history to meeting the groom, short but put a lot of thought into it. Instead her sister did a 30sec "welcome to the family Groom, let's toast." My friend is worth a million dollars in so many other ways, but I definitely hope I never have to be in her wedding again!
Post by iheartbanjos on Oct 4, 2012 12:57:55 GMT -5
I don't have a good bridezilla story really, so here's a few:
I had to buy $100 dyable shoes in purple once.
I had to show up to the reception place a day early to put chair covers on all the chairs since the bride didn't want to have to pay the additional fee for someone else to do it (the day happened to be thanksgiving too.)
My friend bought us Lia Sophia jewelry to wear to the wedding and gave it to us right before the ceremony. I put my diamond studs in the box that the wedding jewelry came in and her mom threw out the box. Probably my fault, but I wasn't near my purse or had a place to put them.
Mine isn't too bad. The bride asked us to email her if we wanted hair and makeup appointments set up for the morning of the wedding. I replied and said yeah, sign me up. So at the rehearsal the night before the wedding I asked when we needed to be there for hair and makeup and she had only made the appointment for herself. It was 8pm and we had to be there for the wedding the next morning by 9:30am. I called H and told him he need to get on YouTube and learn how to do an updo immediately. We practiced when I got home and it was actually okay! Seriously, I have the best husband.
Post by kittycatlove on Oct 4, 2012 13:00:59 GMT -5
I've never had to deal with any bridezilla's as a bridesmaid. Though a friend was a total bridezilla to her bridesmaids and it was hard to watch how she treated everyone, I don't think of her the same anymore.
My college roommates was a bit drama filled bc the MOH planned things without asking us if the cost was ok. Spent more on certain things than I would have liked, but other than that, nothing too much. Luckily no bridezillas.
Post by lurkergirl123 on Oct 4, 2012 13:25:09 GMT -5
I don't have any good stories except that when I married my first husband his sister went to the beauty parlor that morning and had her hair done up in this enormous beehive thing. It was epic. I didn't say anything to her though.
Also, she had a big breakdown and started sobbing at the reception. Foreshadowing!
Post by suburbanzookeeper on Oct 4, 2012 14:48:53 GMT -5
I was in my brother/sister in law's wedding this summer that included the bride's mom suggesting I diet so I can lose some of my bust (36HH) to fit into the junior sized bandeu top dress that they picked. Then I was sent Lane Bryant dresses so I could "be more comfortable" - fine, except I'm a size 12. I had already bought a 2nd copy of my dress so I could add 8" to the bust which I matched without a problem but it still was too low cut to cover anything (bra-free you could see areola).
The MOH had a full mental breakdown over her BFF getting married and dropped the ball on everything and refused to let the other BMs help. The shower ended up being at a random picnic table in the middle of a Denver heatwave (112 outside) as a potluck for all guests who were told two days before that it was gluten-free. We played random birthday games (like popping balloons without your hands).
Bride & her mom planned the rehearsal dinner and stuck my parents with the bill, so neither set of my (divorced) parents had any idea what was going on, what the menu was, or how things were supposed to be setup. The rehearsal dinner location sat another party in our space, served them our food, and allowed them to drink from our open bar and originally tried to blame us for not getting to the venue "early enough." We had to bus our own tables once they finally ejected the other party, they took our food away and reheated/added to it, and still continued to try and blame us for their mistake.
Wedding day went off with normal hiccups but with the massive amount of alcohol consumed, someone still thought it was a great idea to give all of the drunks sparklers for the send-off. DH sat out because he felt he had too much to drink, so while I was standing on a wall snapping photos (because their photographers bailed an hour early), the best man stumbled away from the pack and "accidently" stabbed DH with the lit end of his sparkler, through his tux. I got to spend half an hour picking cheap burned polyester out of DH's wound AND we got stuck with the $150 damage to the rental tux.
Nothing too terrible, though there was a minor flap with the MOH over the BM dress in one wedding I was in. Bride graciously offered to pay for dresses. Sent us to large bridal warehouse with 2 ideas, and asked for feedback from all BMs. MOH calls her from halfway across the country. "Hey bride, there's a clearance warehouse here, and they have a dress that kinda sorta looks like what you have in mind, and there are just enough for all the BMs, but are all the wrong size and will have to be taken in." Bride said OK, buy them and send them to me for distribution to BMs.
They arrived and the bride was horrified. It was pretty much everything wrong with BM dresses all rolled into one. Ginormous poofy sleeves that made us look like pinheads. Velvet with fake lace applique along the neckline. Butt bow. Tea length. They were awful.
I let it ride. She was embarrassed, but she was paying for them, and no one was going to look at us that day anyway. The wedding turned out to be lots of fun. And they're still married almost 20 years later.
The day of my first wedding, my soon to be SIL, T, showed up at the hotel to get dressed etc. I noticed she was taking a long time. I walk into her hotel room to hear her sobbing in the bathroom and ask what's wrong.
Well, she'd had a baby 6 months earlier and claimed she couldn't find a bra that fit and was compatible with the dress. Her solution to this was duct tape but she wasn't sure how to do it. In a completely selfish moment I walked out of the room, told my SIL, S,"T needs you." T and S had met once and I sent her in to tape another woman's breasts up...which she did!
Side note: can you imagine taking that tape off at the end of the night???
Post by UnderProtest on Oct 4, 2012 20:57:56 GMT -5
I was a bridesmaid once and I haven't spoken to the bride since her wedding years ago if that give you any clue of how it went. I'm not sure if I can explain it, but she was basically a spoiled brat that acted like she was still in high school. And her mom was the same way. They didn't want her paternal grandmother to come to the wedding because she had Alzheimer's and was confused. They managed to not include her in the family processional, but did include another grandparent. She pretty much ignored me and whispered secrets to the other bridesmaid the whole time I was there. Just a bunch of crap that I didn't need to fly 500 miles to deal with. The dress was ugly, gave me bruises and made me look like I had huge hips (but the other bridesmaid was 5 sizes bigger so it looked awful on her.....and she picked it out).
I've only been a BM once and that was for my dads wedding.
I almost went bridezilla on one of my BMs because both my other BM and I had told her to buy the bigger size of her dress. She didn't listen to us and said she would be fine and would lose the weight. When the dress came in she couldn't zip it at all. She went into heavy diet mode and wouldn't try the dress on until she was at a weight she was comfortable with. I kept asking her to try the dress on so there weren't any surprises and she kept assuring me it was fine. Come the afternoon before the wedding and the dress doesn't fit. She called the lady who altered my dress and took it to her immediately. The seamstress had to let out every single seam on the bodice as far as it would go because the dress was nearly 2 sizes too small still. The day of the wedding she had to wear a corset and spanx to get zipped into the dress.