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Three years ago this coming August, I went to the wedding of two very
close friends of mine. I am reminded of this story now because of an
upcoming anniversary party, planned to allow the bride and groom to relive
their wedding reception.
Now let me go back, to the day of the wedding. My then BF and I arrived
at the church on time, and walked in amongst all the other guests. One
seemed to have appointed himself usher (let it be known that the couple
chose not to have bridesmaids, a best man or ushers due to lack of money
for dresses and such). The busybody asked us if we were friends of the
Bride or the Groom. I answered truthfully that we were friends of both,
and a frown appeared on his face. "You'd better wait until last
then!", he said and turned his attention to the next guests.
The lack of ushers to seat guests is a
considerable error in planning. They do not need to be finely
dressed in tuxes to perform this duty. A nice suit or a button down
shirt, tie and dress pants will be fine, too. It's a shame a guest
felt there was enough chaos to justify his intervention.
Somewhat peeved, my BF and I sat down with some college friends of
mine, and tried to be inconspicuous. The ceremony itself was going fine
until the minister asked the couple to exchange rings (they'd written
their own vows up to this point) for some reason, most everybody stood up
and began loudly cheering and whooping. The couple looked excruciatingly
embarrassed and the minister had to wait at least five minutes before he
could say; "I now pronounce you husband and wife." This done,
the couple kissed and the minister said pointedly: "Now you can
clap!" I couldn't believe how rude everyone had been, during the
sincere and beautiful service.
The last straw came later at the reception. The couple were (and still
are) Salsa dancing teachers, and so were a lot of their guests. The DJ
catered for both dancers and non-dancers alike, but my BF and I (who are
very keen Salsa dancers) were infuriated by the attitude of the other
guests. They stood on the dance floor, smoking and drinking, making it
completely impossible for anyone to dance. The bride had designed her
dress with a pair of lace pants so that their first dance could be
fittingly, an energetic salsa display. However, these rude guests didn't
give them any space to dance, and they were confined to a close-hold thing
barely moving their feet. The annoyance on their faces was obvious, and
this was compounded by the fact that these particular guests have the
nerve to complain about: "Too much stupid salsa music!"
My first thought was, "Was there enough
seating and open area off the dance floor for these guests?"
Most people prefer to sit while chatting and drinking and the presence of
so many people milling about on the dance floor does raise suspicions in
my mind that perhaps there was nowhere else for these guests to be.
And the DJ can clear the floor with one announcement of the first dance.
If this was done and the guests absolutely refused to move off the dance
floor , either the bride and groom have chosen to associate themselves
with some rather boorish people or there simply was no other place for
these people to go.
Truly ignorant and utterly rude guests from hell, don't you think? Now
they're consigned forever to Ehell! P.S. Strangely enough, I am reluctant
about 'reliving' the night!
My wife told me about your site and we agreed we had to write our tale
of the guest from hell at our wedding in 1999. Let me give you a little
background. My wife's parents are fairly wealthy people, but very down to
earth (they worked for their money) as is my MIL's brother; my MIL's
sister "Hattie" is another story. She is twelve years younger
than my MIL and a spoiled brat and a snob who has never worked a day in
her life. Her husband "Lewis", a person of limited social
skills, lives on a trust fund and, because of this, she thinks she is
old money and the picture of class.
When my wife and I got engaged, Hattie and Lewis were horrified.
They berated me for my background (solid middle class) and my profession
(police officer). They told her that I was too uneducated and too
provincial to measure up. My wife reminded them that we both have
degrees from the University of Texas (Hook 'em, Horns- sorry, I had to get
that in), that I am a former Marine with combat experience in Panama and
Kuwait and that both Hattie and Lewis flunked out of college. Well,
that set them off.
For the next year, they tried to sabotage our plans and, when that
didn't work, they tried to buy their way in, offering my in-laws, who
graciously paid for the wedding, financial assistance. Luckily, my in-laws
did not fall off the turnip truck.
Fast forward to the wedding. It was a beautiful March day in Dallas and we
had the ceremony and reception in my brother's spacious house.
Surprisingly, Hattie and Lewis, although not happy about our nuptials,
were surprisingly quiet. However, they did not come through the receiving
line and at the reception and at the reception, they told anyone who would
listen that our marriage would not last. However when they unknowingly
repeated this to my uncle, he gave them a piece of his mind. Then my MIL
got wind of this, took her to a private place and tore into her. Soon
afterwards Hattie and Lewis made a quiet exit and left the rest of the
guests to have a blast at the reception.
But, wait, there's more. Hattie would intermittently call my MIL and
asked when we were going to get divorced. She also had to divorce lawyer
call my wife at her work. But the kicker came when Lewis called me after
my daughter (who, along with my wife, is the light of my life) was born
and suggested a paternity test. I snapped and told him that he and Hattie
were to never call me again. When my in-laws heard of this, they told
the gruesome twosome that they would have the police haul them off if they
ever came on their property.
My husband and I were married on a yacht. Although this sounds
expensive the rental cost was very competitive to may other venues we
looked at. To cut down costs we did not have a formal dinner but had very
hearty and tasty hors d' oeuvres and we also had an open bar. I think that
may have been our only mistake.
The ceremony was beautiful, everything we could have hoped for, because
the yacht had limited room the ceremony was on the top deck and when it
was over everyone went to the bottom deck for drinks while they broke down
the chairs and set up some tables and cleared room for the dance floor and
hors d' oeuvres back up on the top deck. We know that our friends like to
drink so we were wary of the open bar but thought that everyone would be
on their best behavior, after all it is a wedding.
This we could have never predicted. The boat only had 2 restrooms, one
of which was very hard to find so some of our guests just couldn't wait
and decided to drop their undies and hang their butt over the side and pee
off the top deck. This actually happened on 2 different occasions
throughout the night by 2 different people. Needless to say that the
people on the lower deck got quite a shock and a peep show including my
preteen brother when they looked up to see if it was raining. Luckily I
did not know this was going on and was told later by my MOH who had to
console some disturbed, yet amused guests. It could have turned out worse
but luckily our friends and family (and us) have a good sense of humor, a
warning though, be careful who you invite to a wedding especially if it's
an open bar!
I have been dating the same man for 3 years, I'll call him Jack.
When we first started dating Jack introduced me to a friend of his
named Scott. Jack and I live in different cities and on occasion I
would share a meal or phone conversation with Scott. We became
friends on our own accord. He confided in me, I confided in him and
we enjoyed each others company. During the 3 year relationship with
Jack, Jack would temporarily break up with me for 1 day to one week
at a time. We would always get back together...that is a story in
Here is why I'm writing though. Scott met a girl and became
engaged. At the time he and his bride to be were picking
out invitations, he phoned me to ask how he should send out mine and
Jack's wedding invitation. I thanked him for asking me and
asked him to send Jack an invitation and send me my own invitation.
I didn't want Jack to need a break the day of the wedding and
not take me, which has happened before...which is why Scott asked me what
he did. The invitations were mailed and Jack got his, I received
nothing. Jack's invitation was addressed to "Jack and
Guest"....I never received anything. I was humiliated and embarrassed.
Turns out Scott said, if we were broken up, he would rather have Jack at
the wedding versus me. Jack has invited me to go to the
wedding, I profusely declined!
I was married last year and an acquaintance of mine came to the wedding
with her new boyfriend. They had met on the internet about 2 weeks prior.
She told me the day before the wedding that they were also getting married
and had joked with each other that they should ask me if we could all have
a "double" ceremony since we had already made all the plans and
were ready to get married! The wedding day came and the friend and "fiancé"
were a little late so they were in the balcony above where the ceremony
was held. I was told by some of my guests that they made out during the
whole wedding...not just kissing but REALLY getting into it.
The reception was at the same location and they continued to basically
grope, molest and try to have a live sex show ALL during the reception. I
did witness it myself on two occasions (and they were in different spots
But the kicker was when we got our wedding video back and were watching
a part of the dancing....what can you see plain as day in the
background?,,, that's right....the liplocked couple getting after it!
And just to put the icing on the cake, these people are BIG people and
were VERY noticeable by not only their size but their actions.....how
Our wedding was held in my hometown though my husband, his family and
I lived in another state. Invitations went out, RSVP's came in from his
immediate family saying they would travel the distance to attend. His
brother was to be our best man. We flew in early and during a pre-wedding
dinner for my close family and friends a few days before the wedding, my
husband calls his family to check on their travel progress (they drove).
The only cell number he has is his older sister's. Where are you, he asks.
Oh, I'm on [road by her house]. What? Why are you on [road by your house]?
Didn't they tell you? I'm not going to your wedding. Brother didn't show
up either. My husband was crushed and his brother and sister still haven't
told him why they didn't go to our wedding, or apologized for their
strange behavior. The weird thing is, his whole family knew the
brother and sister RSVP'd yes but never planned to go and
they DIDN'T TELL US. Needless to say, in-law
relations are a bit strained for me.
I was at a wonderfully elegant wedding reception that had a
delicious champagne brunch. Carrot cake was served for dessert, tastefully
in keeping with the brunch flavors and theme. Guests "Pat" and
"Tricia" said to the other guests, "We drove 800 miles to
attend her wedding, and she's not even serving us regular wedding cake!
#1) The guest who was so ecstatic about attending that she RSVP’d
immediately, and then the day before the event, told me she couldn’t
come because she had to baby-sit her grandchildren.
#2) The co-worker who confided to a bridesmaid (also a coworker) that
she couldn’t attend because she didn’t have the funds for a gift, and
after she was assured that my future husband and I didn’t care about
that (correct) she then announced that she would only come if her 12 year
old daughter was invited, and the night before the wedding, demanded that
her daughter’s friend be invited so her daughter would have someone to
talk to at the wedding. We compromised and said only the daughter
could come. The friend came alone, after we paid the caterer for her
#3) All the guests at a table who took an entire disposable camera’s
film taking photos of one of the women’s cleavage. Not to mention the
four cameras that were NEVER returned.
#4) The BM who was also my sister who trumpeted frequently how she was
the most beautiful woman in the wedding party.
#4) The BM who said she couldn’t afford a dress, after I had asked
her at the time I asked her to be a BM, if this was a cost she would be
able to handle, not to mention the fact that my only requirements were
that my BM’s wear any pale green, tea length dresses, and white or pale
shoes, and when I pulled strings with a local dressmaker and he made a
dress as a favor to me at cost, SHE STILL COMPLAINED.
#5) The DJ who had a tantrum because the restaurant owner wouldn’t
let him do some minor thing, leaving him to stomp his feet and run over to
us, the newlywed’s, as soon as we walked through the door.
#6) My brother who rather than take the directions to the restaurant
with him, decided to follow the limo from where we had our photos taken,
and got lost, drove back to the hotel, and returned shouting at the top of
his lungs about the ‘retard’ limo driver who ‘made an illegal
turn’ (he hadn’t) while we, the happy couple, were being announced to
#7) The pastor who told us a week before the wedding that he decided he
couldn’t marry us because my husband-to-be was divorced, and while it
wasn’t against our faith, it was against his personal beliefs.
#9) My FH’s foster brother who brought a date to FH’s bachelor
dinner. At a steakhouse. And said date was a hostile vegan who
voiced her contempt at all meat eaters within earshot. At a steakhouse.
Nice. She didn’t wear a bra to the reception either. Tacky.
#10) Special thanks to the florist who arrived hours late, with all the
flowers moments before we were to leave my parents’ home, and after we
had spent well over $1000.00 in flowers, more business than he had ever
seen, reminded us that we owed him for two extra long-stem roses and
expected to be paid immediately.
#11) The photographers, a husband and wife team, who demanded to know
where THEIR place cards were, who were asked to make sure they took photos
of a favorite aunt and uncle (who had paid for part of the wedding) and
managed to not get them in ANY of the photos.
Also, the wife half of the team was told not to enter my bedroom yet
because I didn’t have my bra on, and proceeded to shout ‘c’mon,
c’mon, we don’t have time to wait for you’ and broke the door in.
#12) My FH supervisor who was the ONLY guest from my husband’s
company, demanded that we invite his sister-in-law, and possibly his
mother-in-law, because they couldn’t be separated from his wife for 5
hours. The SIL came. The MOL stayed home to watch the kids. Who would have
come uninvited with all the rest of them, if my FH hadn’t mentioned the
adults only rule, that his supervisor somehow missed the first several
times my FH mentioned it.
Another note: We got married in the beautiful Pennsylvania Pocono
mountains, knowing that even the summers could be chilly, and thought it
might rain (but is good luck in my family) in mid-May but didn’t expect
snow showers, which began when we stepped outside the church, as if the
angels were throwing confetti! It really was beautiful!
My wedding was originally planned for the month of my parent’s
wedding, as it was a family custom. My mother (my best friend) was
diagnosed with terminal cancer, and had been given less than a year to
live, so my future husband and I moved our wedding date up from 11 months
to three months.
We hustled, but with the help of my MOH and no help whatsoever from my
sister and another ‘good’ friend (who in all fairness was 7 months
pregnant) who were my two bridesmaids, my wedding day arrived with little
trouble, save that my poor mother could barely stand, and I was on meds
for panic attacks, due to my mother’s illness.
A couple that my mother and I had been friends with since I was a child
were invited, along with several other couples from our old church. They
were very spiritual, fundamentalist, and while I had drifted away from
that particular church, per se, I had never stopped having a relationship
with God, although they certainly thought I had, and it was cause for
tension between us. They soon moved from being ‘spiritual’ to
off-the-deep-end cult-like, but I had hoped they would behave themselves.
I seated them all at a table in the corner, with the minister who married
us (bless his heart, as you will see soon) in a tiny country chapel near
my parent’s home.
The husband of my friend, unbeknownst to me was tucking religious
tracts into all of our floral centerpieces, which were to be given as
‘prizes’ at the end of the reception. He also literally littered the
men’s room with tracts. From what I understand, the wife did as well.
While we were dancing in a conga line around the room, he stopped the
DJ at the head of the line and told him LOUDLY that what he was doing was
wrong, he knew it was wrong, and that he should stop his line of work.
Also, that the music was from the pit of hell, or some such nonsense.
Later, while my husband and his brother were having a heart to heart
discussion just outside the restaurant, under the awning, the same man
confronted my new husband, and told him how he had to keep me in line,
that he should never have ALLOWED me to plan such a sinful wedding
reception, and that as the head of our family, he had to keep in charge,
keep me right with God.
He sat with another religious husband at that table and clucked about
all the lost souls at the reception and how obviously I had lost my way
and my new husband had better keep a tight rein on me. Together,
they went from table to table and passed out tracts to my other wedding
Unbeknownst to him, my mother had to witness all of these events, as
the parents’ tables were seated near the ‘religious’ table. My
mother had been unable to eat or drink anything and by the grace of God
and her own steel will, remained gracious throughout.
These guests left early, and thankfully none of our other guests were
At the end of the night I finally sat down with my parents as I was to
go home with them, and my husband planned to collect his things at the
hotel, pick me up, and we were to head off to our honeymoon (local due to
At this point my parents recounted the behavior of the guest, which I
had been oblivious to due to my very busy photographer, pulling my new
husband and I here and there. I was dismayed about the guest’s rudeness,
but more than anything upset that my mother saw the whole thing.
Two weeks later, while I was staying at my parent’s house, tending to
my mother, that wedding guest called up asking to speak with my father. He
offered an extremely lame apology and my father said, you owe my wife an
apology and my daughter and her husband an apology, and hung up in
When my mother died, people came from all over to pay their respects,
many traveling hundreds of miles. This man and his wife, who were our dear
friends so long ago, never even made a phone call. Months later, the
wife called me to say hello. She never mentioned my mother, or
acknowledged her death (I was the one who made sure they were notified)
and never apologized for her husband’s horrible behavior at our wedding.
There is a time and place for everything. I guess that verse wasn’t
in their Bible.
I just love reading all the stories on your site! The following tale
comes under the heading “Guest From Hell”. There were many other bad
behaviors exhibited at this wedding reception (by the bride), but this is
My close childhood friend “C” asked me to play some music at her
wedding. I volunteered to write a song for her and the groom (whom I had
never met) and performed it with a mutual friend during the ceremony as
requested. I also recorded this song and presented the CD to the couple as
their wedding gift. C asked me to be in the wedding pictures after the
ceremony, which were being taken in a park next to the catering
While these pictures were being taken, C’s sister’s new husband
(“K”) was drinking several beers in the parking lot. Fast forward an
hour or so and my fiancée “B” was dancing on the dance floor with
some of the other guests when K ran over to him and slapped his butt. I
don’t just mean a tap, I mean an
after-scoring-the-touchdown-that-won-the-game painful SLAP. Now keep in
mind that the only time they had met or spoken was the night before for a
two-minute conversation. B was obviously surprised as K ducked
behind some other guests trying to hide (K is not actually 8 years old,
but in his mid-30s). B asked K not to do that again.
Ten minutes later, K slaps B again, and again ducks behind some other
guests. B again calmly asks K not to do that. Half and hour later as B is
waiting at the bar to get a drink, K comes over and pinches B’s nipple.
Now B is understandably upset. C’s cousin sees this happening from
across the room and takes B outside to cool down. I follow them, wondering
what is going on. The cousin explains that this is how K behaves and we
shouldn’t hold it against C. Then K comes up to B, the cousin and I and
asks B “do you want to roll around on the ground or are you going to
apologize?”. B calmly says “Are YOU going to apologize?” and K
reluctantly says “sorry” while looking at his shoes at holding out his
hand, which B shakes.
I was quite upset at the treatment that B was getting from the
bride’s family. I felt that although they didn’t know B, they had
known me for 20 years and B and I deserved at least a modicum of respect.
I walked over to C’s sister and told her the story as I believed that
she should be aware of her husband’s behavior. She accused me of trying
to ruin her sister’s wedding for her. She then tried to say that B
started it and wanted to fight K. I told her that HER husband started it.
She said that this is how K behaves. I told her that his behavior was
“immature, inappropriate and unacceptable”.
A few minutes later, the groom took me aside. He told me that C’s
sister told him that B said “negative things” about the military to
her. Of course he couldn’t tell me what those “negative things”
were. Now, keep in mind that C had just finished serving in the military
and her groom was also in the military, as were most of their friends. B
and I had in fact been having a great time with these guests, and they all
seemed to like us. I told the groom this, and said that we would
never say anything negative about the military, especially in present
company, and besides that B had never spoken to C’s sister in his entire
life. I told the groom what K had been doing to B and how B had handled
it. The groom now told me that he didn’t know who to believe
– his bride’s sister or her oldest friend. He asked me not to tell C
about this. He also suggested that we stay away from K, who even at that
moment was sending evil looks in B’s direction. B and I felt so
uncomfortable that we left the reception.
A month or so later, after C’s honeymoon, after she
had settled in to her new home overseas with her husband, I emailed C and
asked her if I could tell her about something that was bothering me. She
(as always) replied that I could tell her anything anytime. I then told
her the story of K and his behavior. C apologized profusely and said that
I should have told her at the time so she could have done something about
My partner and I planned a commitment ceremony and naturally wanted to
invite our dearest friends. In order to plan accordingly, we requested
RSVPs. We planned on a ceremony at the state capital and a lovely 1920's
themed sit down dinner at an Art Deco restaurant. One guest responded by
notifying us the he was bringing 4 extra guest (3 who we did not even know
and 1 was his boss) I have never particularly cared for her and had not
seen her in over 20 years.
Our friend explained that he knew a couple who enjoyed theme parties
and had invited them. I explained that this was a special event and not
some general party, as such they were not invited. He continued to say
that his boss (a tart at best) would not give him the day off unless
she could come. I expressed my understanding and regret that he would not
be able to attend.
Several months later, he called and apologized for his faux pas. It
seems that he had developed a snitty attitude after my refusal to acquiesce
to his demands of bring his boss. I actually had informed him that he and
his boss/date were welcome, but he refused to come. At some point, he had
brought the matter up in vulgar conversation to some other long time
friends who had the good form to explain that the error was his and not
mine. I am quite sure his poor judgment was quite an embarrassment to him
especially as he self -righteously spoke of his ill will toward me
for retracting the invitation.
Overall, my wedding was wonderful. It was only that one of
my guests, my friend Judy, loved to drink. And the fact
that we had an open bar was especially attractive. Judy was
never in very good health, (type I diabetic) and so having so much to
drink was not the best idea for her. But, no matter, Judy loved to
live each day as though it was her last. That must have been why she
drank until she puked. When we spoke days later she even remembered
getting sick and it never occurred to her that she'd done anything the
least bit unattractive; and offered no apologies. She could be
very entertaining to be around, and so those at her table must have
helped her get drunk because she was blind and never could have gotten the
My story is about my college roommate, “Molly,” and her wedding.
The wedding was going to be in the couple’s hometown (six hours' drive
from the university), where everyone worked in the steel mills together,
and everyone knew each other. We arrived at the location, the wedding and
the reception were to both be in one room that was not actually big enough
for the number of people invited. We sat down at the round tables where
dinner would be served, and watched the wedding from there, (which meant
that at least 4 or 5 tables could not see the actual wedding because the
backdrop of the ceremony blocked their vision).
My fiancé and I arrived earlier than most guests, and since there were
no place-markers, we simply sat down on the bride’s side of the room. It
was soon very obvious that we were the only people from out of town. Every
time people would sit down at our table, someone they knew would come in
the door, and the entire group would then stand up and move to another
table so that they could sit together. This happened no less than 7 times!
I was beginning to feel like no one would sit with us, and we would be the
only couple with a table all to ourselves. Finally, 2 minutes before the
wedding began, another couple sat down across from us, but this was
because the table with their friends was full, and they spent the entire
evening leaning back so that they could talk with the people at the other
table. My fiancé and I spent the evening talking only to each other.
The hall was segregated. Darren is black, and though I knew Molly’s
immediate family had no issues with the racial differences, NO attempts
were made at mingling throughout the evening. The black people sat on
Darren’s side and the white people sat on Molly’s side, and the only
time anyone went over to the other side was to get to the restroom. That
was not the only form of segregation, however. The wedding was “evening
formal,” and everyone in the wedding party was dressed to the T. So was
Darren’s side of the hall. Molly’s side of the hall, on the other
hand, tended toward torn jeans and NASCAR t-shirts (literally), with the
most formal attire being a teenage boy who came in a sweater. Before the
wedding even began, Molly’s friends and family lit up their cigarettes,
and demanded that the waiters find some ashtrays for the table. By the
time the wedding began, the smoke was so thick that all the photos I took
actually came back visibly foggy. I am allergic to cigarette smoke, and
right then I began calculating how long I would have to stay without
hurting Molly’s feelings while still making the six-hour drive there and
back worth my while.
The real kicker came when dinner was served. My fiancé and I are both
vegetarians. Molly knew this and promised there would be enough vegetarian
food for us. And there would have been, but the dinner was served
“family style,” and the couple across the way decided that instead of
splitting all the dishes, they would just keep half the food on their side
and we could keep half on ours – we got the fried chicken half. I tried
to tell them we were vegetarians, and could they pass some sides, but they
said they couldn’t hear me over the music (which was devastatingly
loud). My fiancé and I left directly after cake was served. We couldn’t
take it another minute.
I would like to say in defense of the situation that Molly was a
wonderful bride. During the ceremony, she looked at Darren as though there
was no one else in the room. Afterwards, she made all her rounds
graciously, so in love that despite the surroundings, I left the party
feeling that Molly had really made the right decision marrying Darren.
Years later, they’re still happily together.
My sister, her husband, my husband and myself attended a cousin's
wedding in 2002. It was an absolutely lovely and classy evening,
from beginning to end, held in an old mill, where we could mingle inside
and out. They went to great lengths to make sure every guest had a
perfect time. (Background, the MOG is our cousin).
When it came to seating at the reception, my sister and I were
pleasantly surprised to find that our table was one of the front ones,
near the bridal party. We looked at the other tables and realized
that the parents of bride and groom were right in front, with
grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins at tables fanning out on either
side. We agreed that we felt 'honored' for being placed so close to
the front and that they'd obviously spent time with the seating plan and
considering family. The food was set up near the other end of the
hall and near that was the dance floor.
At our table was also the sister of the FOG and her two daughters.
The daughters were fun to talk to but their mother did nothing but
complain (loudly) that we were "Stuck right up under the horse's
a**" because we were not seated near the dance floor! She kept
saying "What the h*** kind of planning is this, making us sit so far
from everything? Right up under the horse's a**!" over and
over. My sister and I both said that we were seated close to the
bridal table and that we felt honored and thought it was nice, but she
just didn't get it. What a miserable guest!
I was very thankful when the evening went to socializing with everyone
mingling and moving to different tables to visit!
Uncle gets remarried in an out of state wedding. She is a
divorcee, he a widower. No one is invited to their wedding, even
their grown kids. Fast forward 3 months to my wedding and she has
the nerve to show up in her wedding outfit, a white silk skirt suit.
No one wears white to a wedding except the bride! If she wanted to be
"the bride" she should have had a larger wedding, not used mine
as an excuse to wear her "dress". More people need to read
My friend, Darcy, was at a wedding this weekend in Minnesota. The
couple getting married no longer live in Minnesota but decided to
hold the event there because the groom's family was still there.
Apparently the bride and groom booked a church that was quite
small, and they could not accommodate all of their guests. So they
sent out two versions of the wedding invitation; A list - people who
were invited to both the church service and reception and B list - people
only invited to the reception. There was only one problem with their
plan - - they did not explain the situation to the B list people.
The B list invitation just said the whole event started at 5 PM.
My friends, Darcy and Matt, were on the B list.
They showed up at the event in this huge reception space and found that
there were only 30 other people there. They all stood around for an
hour, figuring out the situation, and waiting for the wedding party and
other guests to show up. When the other guests and
wedding party arrived (one hour late), they all acted like nothing unusual
had happened. No one mentioned the church service at all.
My friends went through the buffet and were about to sit at a table when a
rude guest (and friend of Darcy and Matt) informed them that they had
to sit "over there". Apparently they were relegated to a B
list table rather than be allowed to sit with the A list folks.
Not sure if this would fall under "Tacky Invitations" or
"Guests from Hell" as it is technically a tacky response. Most
hosts have at least one individual who responds that they will be in
attendance with an uninvited guest. Shame on you who do this!!!!l But this
particular guest deserves to be banished to inner most circle of e-hell.
My wedding invitations included a map & accommodations card, which
included driving directions from major points north and south of the
wedding location, as well as the names of several hotels at which
discounted rates had been arranged. Save-the-date cards, with the same
information, had been sent seven months prior to the wedding. On the back
of one response card, returned 8 days before the wedding (and two weeks
after a response should have been given), a female friend of my fiancée's
family had composed the following:
"I have examined my travel options, and have ruled out flying or
taking a train. I have decided to drive. Have John* (my fiancé's
father) make me a hotel reservation for Friday and Saturday evening. I
will be bringing my boyfriend, Jane* and Brandon*, and possibly a relief
* Names were changed to protect the guilty
Sure enough, this "friend" is at my wedding, with her
boyfriend and (presumably his) two children, Jane and Brandon. The invited
guest-from-hell spills her glass of wine (white, thank goodness) down the
front of my dress as she's being introduced to me at the reception, and
WALKS AWAY!!!!! She was flustered, so instead of saying "oops, I'm so
sorry" or offering me a napkin, she cuts herself off mid-sentence and
slinks away, like maybe I wouldn't notice the wine dripping down my dress!
I wasn't even mad about the wine, accidents happen. Maybe I could have
told her if she hadn't run away from me.
Burn, burn burn!!!!
The day I announced my engagement several of my "friends" told
me my husband did not really love me. When he was out of the country they
told me things along the line of he's not coming back and if he does it's
only for a green card. I repeatedly tried to tell my so called friends
that this was not true and proceeded to make my wedding plans. My maid of
honor told me to my face that she hated my husband, without being married
in the church God would never bless the marriage, and that the dress I
picked out had to cost 600 dollars plus to look nice. Some of my acquaintances
even said "I bet you $25 that the marriage ends in divorce after 2
months when they heard I was engaged." I bought a thirty dollar white
dress on sale with the help of my mother's discount. My mother said
"if he doesn't show up at least you'll have a nice white
The pastor of our church refused to marry people without marriage
counseling, and my husband who was shy about his English
refused marriage counseling on the grounds that he couldn't understand
what he was saying because of the pastor's accent. The pastor in the end
claimed that God had not told him that he approved the
marriage and so he couldn't marry us.
Meanwhile my family decided they did not believe I was actually
getting married so I had to pay for the whole wedding myself while going
to college for my bachelor's degree. The bride's maid became so rude and
insulting I finally told her not to bother and that I no longer
wanted to be friends. In the end I switched churches, the new church
refused to do the ceremony there also because of lack of pre-marriage counseling but
they agreed to let us have the reception there to celebrate the wedding.
My mother two weeks before the ceremony called and told me we should
have the reception at her house and that she had nothing to wear. The
invitations had already been sent out.
My husband arrived and we got married in
the fall at a small wedding chapel after getting legally married
at the courthouse. This was looked down on but we did it because we
were extremely tight on money and we wanted a honeymoon. It's been nearly
2 years and my husband and I are in a lovely house now. The
only real request I made was that nobody wear black and that everyone
enjoy themselves at the wedding and reception. I couldn't invite more
than ten people to the wedding because of financial problems and
several people were offended. I explained as best I could and even
showed them the INS papers, a certain amount of savings was required, and
the chapel brochures. I invited a lot of people to the reception but
still several people were offended. As it was my husband's work permit
came through but had it not we would have needed the money for food and
rent. After all this time all I can say is I learned who my real
friends were and they were wonderful!!!
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