These stories are awful, but funny! I've only had to deal with terrible bridesmaids. Two of my co-bridesmaids behaved terribly in the months leading up to our friend's wedding, causing lots of drama, fighting with each other, one slept with multiple groomsmen which created awkwardness for everyone, and both were MIA when the bride was getting ready. During my wedding planning, my MOH and my Sis didn't get along very well at first, but both got over it.
Sorta destination. Most of the bridal party (groom's family and friends) were from Philadelphia, she was from Pittsburgh. Wedding was on a Saturday, they requested/demanded the grooms family and friends be in some bumf•ck town on the outskirts of Pittsburgh on Wednesday. They "invited" made us go to a group breakfast then when the check came told everyone they had to pay!
Rehearsal dinner was someones friend cooking in the church basement. Afterwards we were taken to the reception hall to decorate. We were not told about this beforehand.
Day of wedding after the ceremony the bridesmaids were told to find our own way to the reception hall. Oh and they never sent out thank you notes and 2 mos later they sent out baby shower invites. I didn't go.
MOHzilla... this girl was just nuts. Screwed up numerous things, including inviting all of the female wedding guests to the bachelerotte party.
Day of she went all crazy feeling like she had to be the one to physically help the bride with everything, except she couldn't figure out the bride's bustle. When the bride had to pee I told the bride to wait a second so I could bustle her. I'm literally in the middle of doing it when MOH swoops in and says no bother, I'll hold the dress while you pee. Bride comes back out alone a few minutes later in tears. MOH had dropped the train in the toilet, before the ceremony had even started.
Later at the reception the MOH hooked up with the BM who was like 10 years her junior and I'm pretty sure just able to legally drink.
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.
This was her in the dress.
I ordered my dress a size too small last year. I was the biggest BM and was MORTIFIED. No carbs from the time it came in until the wedding day, and I got into the dress without looking too sausagey.
The problem is that my hips are my largest measurement, and I wasn't used to wearing dresses that hug my badonkadonk. So I ordered the size that corresponded to my bust and waist and was an inch or two smaller than my hips. Stupid, I know. But when I had been measured for another wedding, the lady had told me I was a size 18. I wear a 10 in street clothes and know that BM dresses don't run THAT small. Had to get that out, LOL!
The only beef I had was the wedding where the bride chose an adorable old country church - with NO air conditioning in the peak of hot July temperatures. I know you can't predict the weather, but pretty sure July is always going to be hot as shit. In all the post-ceremony pictures, my makeup is completely melted off and my hair is flat and nasty. Oh well, no one was looking at me anyway (I hope!).
The only beef I had was the wedding where the bride chose an adorable old country church - with NO air conditioning in the peak of hot July temperatures. I know you can't predict the weather, but pretty sure July is always going to be hot as shit. In all the post-ceremony pictures, my makeup is completely melted off and my hair is flat and nasty. Oh well, no one was looking at me anyway (I hope!).
My best friend's wedding was at a very old church in Italy that required us to cover our shoulders. And the ceremony was an hour and a half long (all in Italian so I didn't even know what was going on most of the time -- I mean, at one point the random townsfolk who had wandered in to watch all started singing -- it was bizarre, but that's another story). And it was over 90 degrees that day. Standing in heels holding both of our bouquets in a wool cardigan (that the bride bought for us to be modest in the church) for most of that hour and a half was brutal.
One of my friends from high school moved out of state for college and never moved back, but she wanted to get married here.
I wasn't in the wedding party, but did do a reading.
When it became apparent that none of the bridesmaids were going to step up and plan the bachelorette party or anything, I stepped in. Helped pay for the shower and throw the bachelorette.
After the bachelorette party, the other bridesmaids asked me how much the total was, and I told them. We had agreed to split equally. They kept asking me what their share was, and I kept responding. But I never once actually saw any money.
Between gift, bachelorette, shower, etc. I ended up spending 2k on a local wedding that I wasn't even in. (we did a hotel night that bridesmaids and guests all agreed to chip-in for, but never did)
Not a bridezilla story, but definitely sucky bridesmaids. (except for one who hosted the shower at her house, but I still never got paid from her for the bachelorette)
The only beef I had was the wedding where the bride chose an adorable old country church - with NO air conditioning in the peak of hot July temperatures. I know you can't predict the weather, but pretty sure July is always going to be hot as shit. In all the post-ceremony pictures, my makeup is completely melted off and my hair is flat and nasty. Oh well, no one was looking at me anyway (I hope!).
My best friend's wedding was at a very old church in Italy that required us to cover our shoulders. And the ceremony was an hour and a half long (all in Italian so I didn't even know what was going on most of the time -- I mean, at one point the random townsfolk who had wandered in to watch all started singing -- it was bizarre, but that's another story). And it was over 90 degrees that day. Standing in heels holding both of our bouquets in a wool cardigan (that the bride bought for us to be modest in the church) for most of that hour and a half was brutal.
Wow! The Catholic wedding I was in was at least an hour long, but the wedding party sat down for most of it.
My best friend's wedding was at a very old church in Italy that required us to cover our shoulders. And the ceremony was an hour and a half long (all in Italian so I didn't even know what was going on most of the time -- I mean, at one point the random townsfolk who had wandered in to watch all started singing -- it was bizarre, but that's another story). And it was over 90 degrees that day. Standing in heels holding both of our bouquets in a wool cardigan (that the bride bought for us to be modest in the church) for most of that hour and a half was brutal.
Wow! The Catholic wedding I was in was at least an hour long, but the wedding party sat down for most of it.
I've been to a lot of Catholic masses here (husband went to Catholic school so all of his friends are from pretty Catholic families...) and I'd say they're 45-60 minutes usually (30-45 for just a ceremony). This ceremony was definitely special... I vaguely remember that there was all sorts of weird shit involved (including a random townperson being picked out of the audience to do a reading), but it was 3 years ago and I can't remember most of the details.
Post by dr.girlfriend on Oct 5, 2012 10:21:39 GMT -5
Thankfully I was not a bridesmaid and I never even heard the details, but my cousin's wife was a total bridezilla. Multiple ceremonies with different designer gowns for each, etc. Insisted on an outdoor reception in October in New York, and then flipped out that it was freezing. The highlight was when she got so mad at the caterer that she threw the top layer of the cake at him.
[I wear a 10 in street clothes and know that BM dresses don't run THAT small. Had to get that out, LOL!
Lol. They totally do.
I had one of my bridesmaids insist on ordering a size 6. When she got the dress, it was way, way too small. She asked (well, sobbed on the phone and begged) me to alter it when I was in town the week of the wedding (I live in CA, she is in Chicago, and we go married in my hometown in WI).
It fit me by the time i was done with it--I am no size 6 by any stretch of the imagination. It was a bitch to alter, too. And she complains about all the trouble she had to go, that it was a little too tight, and that she as hurt that I did not wear the jewelry she surprised me with that morning or do shots of tequila with her before the ceremony,
I was ready to shank her. I almost wish I would have gone bridezilla on her ass.
I was in a wedding once where the bride was totally obsessed with her wedding and would send us these detailed emails about we needed to do. The last straw was when she sent us an email about what we were to give her for her shower -- money for her honeymoon registry -- and how much everyone's share was. I haven't talked to her since her wedding day.
[I wear a 10 in street clothes and know that BM dresses don't run THAT small. Had to get that out, LOL!
Lol. They totally do.
I had one of my bridesmaids insist on ordering a size 6. When she got the dress, it was way, way too small. She asked (well, sobbed on the phone and begged) me to alter it when I was in town the week of the wedding (I live in CA, she is in Chicago, and we go married in my hometown in WI).
It fit me by the time i was done with it--I am no size 6 by any stretch of the imagination. It was a bitch to alter, too. And she complains about all the trouble she had to go, that it was a little too tight, and that she as hurt that I did not wear the jewelry she surprised me with that morning or do shots of tequila with her before the ceremony,
I was ready to shank her. I almost wish I would have gone bridezilla on her ass.
Nope, I've tried on dozens of brands of BM dresses and I can assure you that I am NEVER a size 18. LOL. 12-14, yes, 18, no.
Post by ondaflipside on Oct 5, 2012 15:02:52 GMT -5
The recent wedding I was in, another BM got to me; but nothing flame-worthy. I just chalk it up to being inexperienced with BM ettiquette\decorum.
I do have a friend that I've known forever. She (N), our friend T, and myself were in each other's weddings.
During her wedding, she made T cry, while they were doing the wedding favors. I was luckily OOT (the wedding was in my old hometown). She also swore non-stop like a truck driver during the limo ride from the hotel to the church because the driver took the wrong turn and got in a heavy traffic. The girls and I were silent the entire time.
During T's wedding, T's MOH chose a chiffon blend MAGENTA dress that had spaghetti straps, and long. Which was hideous in itself. But when N saw the dress, she made the dressmaker add sleeves. :-( She also gave that dressmaker and T a hard time because she couldn't fit in the dress - - she ordered too small. Still, I was OOT, so I had no say in the dress. We looked like the Supremes.
Along came my wedding. She said why did I order her dress too large? She will lose weight as it is! When it's time for the wedding, she had to get it altered bigger. She wanted me to research dressmakers for her in our hometown (our wedding is in my current town, where I'm at). She and the dress were in our hometown. She could not do that? Just do it and send me the bill FFS?
And then the day of, while getting ready in my room, she refused to get her nails, make up and hair done because she was hungry since I did not have time to go with them and show them where to get breakfast in the neighborhood (I was running around that morning, and my brother is on his way with the lunch). She's in her late 30's. I actually was so frustrated that I had to snap at her, and ask T wtf is this girl acting like this? I never gave her sh*t on her day.
Otherwise, this girl is sweet as pie. I will see her, T and our DH's in Vegas in a few weeks. ;D
I had one of my bridesmaids insist on ordering a size 6. When she got the dress, it was way, way too small. She asked (well, sobbed on the phone and begged) me to alter it when I was in town the week of the wedding (I live in CA, she is in Chicago, and we go married in my hometown in WI).
It fit me by the time i was done with it--I am no size 6 by any stretch of the imagination. It was a bitch to alter, too. And she complains about all the trouble she had to go, that it was a little too tight, and that she as hurt that I did not wear the jewelry she surprised me with that morning or do shots of tequila with her before the ceremony,
I was ready to shank her. I almost wish I would have gone bridezilla on her ass.
Nope, I've tried on dozens of brands of BM dresses and I can assure you that I am NEVER a size 18. LOL. 12-14, yes, 18, no.
Yeah, 10 to 18 is a far stretch. 12, maybe; 14 ok. But 18 is crazy.
She looked great. I felt bad that she was uncomfortable the whole night. But she didn't listen to us when we told her to order the larger size so that she wouldn't run into this issue.
Post by missladytay on Oct 5, 2012 23:00:07 GMT -5
Worst was when I was a MOH. The bride was friends with many different types of girls. In theory, that's really cool. And I really did like everybody. But, when they are all bridesmaids? Sucks. When you have a bride who "can't deal with this"? It really sucks. I was totally the horror show MOH, who orders people around and sets schedules and tells one of the bridesmaids "no you can't smoke in front of the church while the groom's 80 year old grandma arrives." The wedding was southern, classy, on an SEC campus. It was awkward, to say the least. I know all those bridesmaids hate me to this day. Oops.