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Recently, I attended the wedding of a girl I've known for
years who often leans toward the tacky. Even though she has very few friends, she insisted
on having a huge wedding, about 350 people, some of whom she barely knew. As you can
imagine, it was a circus. The buffet was already gone by the time we arrived at the
reception, which left only the beer and wine for the guests. There was no liquor being
served, which was fine, but as my husband and I were standing at the bar, we heard a
groomsman order a Canadian Club on the rocks (the groom was Canadian). The bartender
pulled a bottle out from under the table and served him, no questions asked. My husband
was tired of drinking beer and ordered the same. "Sorry," replied the bartender,
"but the Canadian Club is only for the groom's close friends and family." I
guess you had to show your Canadian passport before being served. It could have been one
of the tackiest things I've ever seen. Tacky0205-02
I know that regifts are a common story on your site, but I feel that this one wins the
prize.
My husband and I are both in a small medical school class (65 people/year). There isn't
a lot of time and not ever enough money, but everyone gets to know each other and we throw
wedding and baby showers for everyone. One of the girls in our class had a lingerie shower
before my husband and I were to get married. I went and spent several hours that I didn't
have searching the malls for an appropriate present for this girl (no sizes were given and
she is one of those people that are very difficult to fit). When I got to her shower I was
told to address an envelope so "E" could write her thank you easier. I was given
the advice to use this idea when I had my own, upcoming shower. No thank you, my mama
raised me right. But that wasn't the worst of it.
My turn for the lingerie shower rolls around. Not everyone came but some sent gifts,
"E" sent her gift. It was a nice set of Pyrex dishes. Not something for the
honeymoon, but still see-through. I didn't care if I got panties and the like, after all,
my fiancé and I had been dating for seven years, not much was left to the imagination,
but we really did need the Pyrex. I thought it odd, since her shower was a lingerie shower
and she made fun of the "non-naughty" presents that she was given (only one set
of relationship books, including a massage book).
Later that week during a classroom break I went to the restroom. While in the stall I
overheard the group waiting in line. Someone asked "E" if she had gone to my
shower. "E" said "no, I just gave her some leftover Pyrex from our
wedding."
I didn't care that I got Pyrex instead of a see-through bikini, that was fine. I didn't
care if I got a few regifts from people, money is tight and I understand about duplicate
gifts and how hard some places are at returning items, and I did get a few more recycled
presents. But what really made me want to sit down and laugh until I cried was the fact
that hear I was in the bathroom and she was bragging about how she didn't have time to get
me a present so she just regifted. Aren't we all in school and have the same schedule?
Couldn't she have just said I gave them a set of Pyrex dishes? And didn't she know not to
ever talk where she could be overheard. She went into a stall and I came out of mine. I
have never heard a woman's bathroom that quiet before. I don't think that she realizes how
incredibly tacky she is.
Tacky0208-02
I used to work in a department store in the China/Crystal/gift gallery section. We
usually handled about 2-3 brides bringing back gifts every Saturday. Usually we would just
open the box make sure the item inside was returnable, and was what was actually on the
box. Usually it was gifts the couple received more than they needed.
I was in charge of merchandising the Silver floor, making sure all the items were on
the floor and were out and open for inspection. We went through a lot of silver picture
frames, we also got a lot of them back. One day I was restocking the floor and I saw that
some one had sold the display of one of the frames so I went to the stock room and found a
box that had the outer layer torn (obvious return). When I pulled the frame out there was
an old picture of a couple getting married, a real picture not the copy they put in at the
factory. I took it out anyway, thinking the picture added class to the display instead of
the made up pictures around it. Over the next couple of weeks several customers made
comments about how nice it looked and wondered if it was someone in the departments
family. I always told the truth, I didn't know who it was, it was a return that showed up
one day. Apparently the bride never bothered to look in the box at the frame.
About a month after I put up the frame an elderly lady came into the department with
her daughter. They were browsing around and the older lady recognized the picture. It was
her wedding picture, she had bought the frame and put a picture of her wedding to give to
her granddaughter (her shopping companion that day). Mom was mortified, Grand mom was hurt
and HIGHLY ticked off at her granddaughter. I took the picture out of the frame and they
left to go and "talk" to the bride. Tacky0222-02
First, I will go back about 5 years to my own wedding when I thoughtfully had my future
SIL as one of my bridesmaids. The entire two days before the wedding, she constantly
griped about the hose (a light gray that matched the dresses) until my FIL told her to
shut up. I kept quiet the entire time and let the matter blow over. But there is also the
matter of the night before the wedding at the dress rehearsal - she gets into a major
fight with my MIL and cries and cries until she attracts some attention from her father
and others. You get the picture.
Now, it is years later, and my SIL meets someone, lets him move in with her three
months later and that same month they become engaged (of course, the wedding is pending
him surviving an organ transplant that same year), As soon as she tells us about the
engagement, she asks me to be a bridesmaid. I accept, of course. After all, we had been
pretty close over the years. We usually talked on the phone, long distance, 5 or 6 times a
week, and I had been one of her major supporters and encouragers over her past failed
relationships, jobs, etc. Why wouldn't I want to be in her wedding?
During the next couple of months, everything appeared normal. My husband and I went to
her house for a holiday, and I looked at the various dresses she liked. I kept my mouth
shut when she showed me that she wanted her attendants to wear silver (platinum) dresses
in the middle of June. I figured she was the bride, and I would go along with whatever she
wanted. A couple more months go by, and I am surfing one morning on the internet and
decide to look at her wedding website. On her details about the wedding page, she had her
MOH and BM on it and her future husband had his groomsmen. We had talked about the page in
the past, relating to whom I would walk down the aisle with at the wedding. Anyway, under
her bridesmaids where my name used to be, she had replaced it with her new next door
neighbor whom she had either not known when she became engaged or barely knew. I was
shocked, of course, and thought there must me some mistake that she would correct later. I
immediately stopped talking to her, and she did not make much effort to contact us on her
end for a few months, either.
When she did start trying to talk with us again, it was too late, and I had nothing to
say to her. My husband made it clear what his terms were, and she never met them
(apologizing, giving some credible explanation). She has lied to him and others about it,
but has not really told the entire story to family members. I'm better off now, but the
sad part for her is that the marriage never happened. It was called off after the
invitations were sent out due to the groom having other close female friends. He got
married to another girlfriend on what was suppose to be their honeymoon.Tacky0209-02
My boyfriend's 17 year old cousin recently had to have a shotgun wedding. One of the
groomsmen backed out at the last minute, so my boyfriend was asked to fill in. A few
nights before the wedding, the couple invited us out with them for a chance for my
boyfriend to get to know the groom. We went to bar, where the five months pregnant bride
to be proceeded to get drunk and smoke cigarettes. On the way back from the bar, neither
the bride nor the groom could give us adequate directions, since they were both so drunk.
They got in a screaming match in the back seat of my car, yelling things at each other
that you should never say to ANYONE, especially not the person you are to marry in two
days.
On the way to the wedding, I had to drive alone since my boyfriend was in the limo with
the groom's party (where the groom was smoking marijuana the whole time). No one
considered the fact that I was following their car, or that I did not know the area too
well. I ended up getting lost for 2 hours and sitting in my car crying. Finally I arrived
at the hall (if you could call it a hall) just in time to see the dysfunctional couple
exchange vows. The groom was giggling like a fifth grader in sex ed class. It was just too
much. To top it all off, there was actually a pool going around to bet on how long it
would be before they got divorced. Good thing I didn't waste any money on the event!
Tacky0220-02
A couple of summers ago my young cousin . . . we'll call him Tony . . . married his
young sweetheart . . . as they were many years younger than I . . . 20-ish to my 40-ish .
. . we didn't really socialize in the same circles and so I really didn't know much about
their pre-wedding problems . . . still don't in fact and probably best left that way . . .
it seemed though that they were determined to let us all know on the day of their wedding
. . . after the ceremony . . . a long affair as it was conducted in both English and
Italian and was a full Catholic High Mass . . . Tony stepped up to the pulpit . . .
something not usually done in the Catholic church . . . and with his new bride's hand
firmly in his proceeded to tell off all those "who said we shouldn't get
married" . . . raising his / their arms in the air in a gesture of defiance saying
"we showed you, didn't' we?" . . . the church was deathly silent as he stepped
down still waving his arms in "triumph" . . tacky0404-02
It's the afternoon of my own wedding, and I'm arriving separately from my bride. Our
church is a lovely Episcopal church that looks like a Gothic English castle from the
outside, with a large, grassy courtyard and elegant grounds. As I drive in, I see a pair
of black limousines parked in front and a full bridal party in the courtyard, posing for
pictures. The bride has a dress with a huge veil and train, her groom in a tuxedo, the
groomsmen, bridesmaids, and parents of the couple all elegantly turned out, posing for the
photographer. Hmm, I think: I didn't know there was another wedding going on today.
I park and go to the courtyard to find my own photographer pacing and fuming mad,
because he's ready to set up for his pictures and this party won't let him. I tell him
I'll talk to the custodial staff and see what we can do to move things along. The
custodial staff tell me that this other party of about 18 souls isn't getting married at
our church today ... or ever. They're just using it as a free backdrop. I've seen people
posing for wedding pictures in elegant surroundings before, like a large public garden,
where the wedding obviously did NOT take place. And I've seen people pose in the church
where they were married. But I've never seen people pose for formal wedding pictures at a
church where they were NOT getting married!
The custodians don't seem to want to break things up, but this is MY day, I have a
wedding to attend to and an expensive photographer on the clock, so I walk up to the faux
wedding party and pleasantly tell the photographer that they've got to move, because *the
real wedding* needs to take pictures now. I am roundly ignored, so I up the ante and walk
directly in front of the lens and tell the "bridal party" that we're getting
married here, we need the space, and they have to move. The bride's mother smiles, takes
me aside and engages me in conversation, which I see is an attempt at distraction as the
bootleg photographer is quickly posing people and snapping shots. I finally lose my cool,
break away from Mom, step in front of the photog, and wave my hands and tell everyone that
they have to leave ... NOW! They all make off for their hired limousines. The bride's
mother salutes me with one finger. Nice. Later, as we're posing for our pictures, I see
that they've snuck back, but they're trying to hide around a corner -- at one point
stuffing the entire 18-member wedding party against a tiny section of wall where they
think we can't see them. I'm sure they have precious memories attached to their wedding
album .. tacky0413-02
What an amazing web site! I may lose my job because I just can't look away. God Bless
You!! I have a Smother of the Bride story. My husband and I were engaged in February of
1995. At the time there was no source within either family nor our home (we were living
together) for a traditional wedding. I got down to business (I'm a project manager by
trade) and started trying to figure out how I could have a complete, inclusive, and lovely
wedding with no money, as we were all fallen WASPs of modest means on my side, and my
fiancé was one of two surviving members of his family. After my mother told my sister
behind my back that she could plan my wedding in six weeks (my stepsister was married in
our back yard and the food at the reception was two deli platters from the supermarket
complemented by a galvanized tub full of iced canned beer and Sprite - really, they spared
no expense.....) and cited my concern with and attention to detail as ridiculous
(geez,
it's only my wedding, you know), and anticipating an inevitable Hostile Takeover by my
mother (she's a director of community theater - hopefully I need not say more), I started
thinking outside the box and wondering about alternate plans that would take me out of
Mom's Vortex of Mediocrity and Control. One night, sitting on the sofa watching a rerun of
"Vegas", I turned to my fiancé and said "you know, we should go to Las
Vegas for Christmas" which he liked, and then I said "while we're there we
should get married and just have it all done with," which elicited EYE CONTACT from
him (totally unprecedented in a wedding conversation) and an enthusiastic "you
wanna?!" That settled it. We were pleased as could be with the arrangement, and since
within our circle of friends it was not uncommon for couples to elope to Las Vegas, we
knew there would be no offense taken. Our families were really great about it, too, and
greeted our announcement with enthusiastic support and genuine gladness for us. Except
Mom. She told me every day leading up to the wedding that she was spontaneously bursting
into tears on a daily basis. She also said that by eloping we forfeited the right to
expect wedding gifts, so I shouldn't bother to register anywhere (which may be true, I
don't know, but was announced like a Divine Punishment). The day we were married it was
all about her. She told me about how she was going to be OK, even though she cried herself
to sleep last night. Oh, and congratulations. "I really will be fine, honey, don't
worry about me, (weak voice) I'm very happy for you both." Apparently not, though.
The very pinnacle of her passive aggression was reached when, a few days short of our
first anniversary, she gave us our wedding present. It was an electric wok. Which had been
a gift to her for house-sitting for friends. Before we were married. And was previously
used by her and re-taped up in the box. With the same, used tape. I wish I could say we
were appalled, but it was so very in character that we had a good chuckle. Then we washed
the wok.
Tacky0315-02
I'm getting married this spring, and recently received a gift from one of my oldest
friends from college (we roomed together for about 5 years). This girl is and always has
been cheap, even though her parents are multi- millionaires and she herself makes twice as
much money as I do. Plus, she was raised a Dallas debutante, a socialite. Translation: she
should know better. Anyway, she sent me two sets of drinking glasses from my registry.
Each set was $30 and contained four glasses. For her, this was a pretty generous gift and
I immediately sent her a thank-you note for two sets. Two weeks later, the store where
they were purchased called to tell me that she had made a mistake and only meant to send
me one set, and had REQUESTED A PICK-UP FOR THE OTHER SET SO THEY COULD CREDIT HER
ACCOUNT. I told them I had been drinking out of the glasses for two weeks!!! Just goes to
show, all the money and best education in the world can't buy you class.
Tacky0425-02
This is a not so sweet etiquette-less story. My husband and I were recently married in
a small Justice of the Peace ceremony before he was shipped overseas with the military. We
announced our marriage, but explained that we would not be having a large ceremony right
now in light of the situation (I am in the process of planning the large ceremony for when
he comes back home). My cousin insists on having a small going away/congratulations
pitch-in for us "to show us we are supported and loved". Though my husband
and I didn't want to make a big to-do over our marriage (so as not to overshadow the
formal event when he comes home) we agreed to this dinner because we knew it was a
thoughtful gesture on her part. Though my cousin (and my father's entire side of the
family) is notorious for being, shall we say, "frugal" to the point of
obscenity, and not always aware of proper etiquette, for some reason I was not worried
about the outcome of the day. My husband's family, my father's side of the family (my
parents are divorced) and my mother and her husband were invited by my cousin (we weren't
really consulted on who would be invited). We were told to be there at 2.
When my husband and I arrive, not only are we the only ones there (at 2 o'clock sharp),
but my cousin has no food out, and is not even dressed. I was informed that my father (who
arrived shortly thereafter) would be bringing the main course and a cake he had made for
us, and my aunts would be supplying all of the rest of the food. My aunts don't arrive
until 5 o'clock. Everyone there is starving, including my husband's family, whom have
never met any of my family. Then, a close friend of my cousin's arrives with her son and
her boyfriend and his son. She doesn't even remember my name. She, and her entourage
proceed to eat all of the food (prepared and brought in my and my husband's honor), and
said hardly two words to me, nor did she introduce me to her boyfriend.
Well, it's about 6 o'clock now, and everyone is starting to leave. My cousin hastily
removes all the food that was brought by my family, and starts to break down the tables
and chairs that were set out on the lawn. We took this as our signal to leave, and my
husband and I walked around thanking everyone for coming and for sharing the day with us
(though we hadn't planned it or really been involved in it's execution, or even wanted it
for that matter). Traditionally, in my family, for pitch-in's everyone is entitled to take
the left-overs home if the preparer doesn't want all of it, it's actually encouraged. That
didn't happen, in this case however, because my cousin had already packed up all the food,
none of which she made or contributed to herself. This included the cake my father had
made for us, with the words "Congratulations, X and Y (my and my husbands name). When
I went in to inquire about the cake, my cousin tells me all the food was eaten and there
was no more left. I thought it was strange, but, OK, my family are big eaters. Then she
stops and thinks, and says, "well wait, there is some stuff left, but I was going to
use it to feed the people that were coming over tonight" (she was having a party for
the fight that night, and charging people money to get in to her house to watch a fight
and eat food from my leftover reception!) She proceeds to open up her refrigerator, and
every shelf was full of packed away food from the pitch-in! She did have the graciousness,
however, to "let" me have my cake! The dinner she insisted on having turned out
to be a food-getting ploy for the party she was having later that night! Not surprising,
just tacky. I sent her a thank-you note anyway. Tacky0620-02
I was friends with "Nancy" all throughout childhood and
highschool. After
highschool we sort of lost touch. But then she began to email me and we became friendly
again, although nothing like before. We met for coffee occasionally and I stopped by every
once in awhile. Well, then I found out that she had gotten engaged to a mutual friend of
ours in high school. I was thrilled for them! We met for coffee and she showed me her
beautiful ring and talked about all her wedding plans. I assumed because of all this
detail that I would be invited. I decided to get them a beautiful hand embroidered
tablecloth on my trip to Portugal for their new dining room set. I called Nancy to tell
her that I wanted to give her a table cloth, hand embroidered which I had bought in
Europe, so we scheduled to meet. At the last minute, while I was already in the coffee
shop waiting she called to tell me that she had made other plans. So I said, okay, some
other time, but that I wanted to give her this gift.
Well, the wedding invitation time came and went and I received no invitation. Then, I
finally managed to get a hold of her (after leaving various messages) a week before the
wedding, me having called her. She mentioned something about me coming to the wedding and
said, "You didn't receive an invitation?" Please! Needless to say I didn't go. I
was not going to take a word only invite, and besides I had made previous plans because I
was unsure when the wedding was exactly and since she hadn't called I had no idea!
The worst is yet to come. After the honeymoon time, I continued to call saying that I
really wanted to deliver this gift I had purchased. No response. Until a couple of months
later, which coincided with my college graduation which I had casually mentioned to her on
the phone before. On my doorstep she had left a "Congratulations" note with a
gift. When I opened the gift, it was the tackiest clock you had ever seen, something that
neither I nor she would like. It was obvious to me that she had received it as a wedding
gift from some random person and was trying to get rid of it, and maybe exchange it for
the lovely tablecloth, which by then was packed away in my attic!!
Tacky0315-02
My best friend got married in October 2000, I was asked to be a bridesmaid at the
wedding (I accepted) and I finally got to meet her IL's from HELL!!!! Although her future
MIL and SIL did MANY tacky things before, during and after the ceremony by far the worst
was the dress that was chosen by the bride's future MIL. A floor length beaded gown, in
white!!!!!!!! NO JOKE!!!!!!!!!
Tacky0319-02
My sister got married for the third time about 5 years ago I found out when I received
a hand written invitation on the door of my apartment, one week in advance. I was unable
to get off work, and frankly don't particularly care for my sister or her lifestyle. My
father went to the wedding and this is his description. My mom and stepdad owned a
convenience store and since they sell lottery tickets, they could not close the store, so
the wedding was held in the store at 2pm on a Saturday afternoon (in front of the milk
cooler). My sister wore a tiered tulle and satin white wedding dress (did I mention she
was 8 months pregnant with her 4th child) and the groom and best man wore morning suits.
To top it all off, they didn't even CLOSE THE STORE for the 10 minute ceremony, my mom sat
behind the cash register selling beer and gas all through the ceremony.
Tacky0514-02
My friend's step sister was getting married and he was worried that a gift certificate
from "super store" was a tacky gift. I told him I thought it would be nice. The
wedding was in a church WAY out in the suburbs, down a dirt road. The church had assembled
rows of chairs for the guests, no pews or benches. The wedding and reception were pretty
uneventful. When the bride changed into her going away dress I was shocked. It was a
beautiful royal blue. But, it was strapless, leather, miniskirt that laced up the back.
Truly something from one of those "catalogs." She wore no jacket and even
enjoyed showing off the large tattoo on the back of her shoulder. She and the groom, in
leather pants left on a motorcycle. I told my friend, I couldn't think of any present to
tacky for this couple. Tacky 1228-02
I'll tell you what. I don't claim to be perfect, but I am about to be in a wedding from
Dante's ninth circle of hell. The bride, let's call her Elvira, is someone that I don't
know very well, and we are not friends. I am more of a friend of the groom, let's call him
Saint Peter (for what he puts up with). Saint Peter and my husband Bob have known each
other for many years--since grade school and have been good friends. Two years ago Saint
Peter began to date Elvira. Last year in the summer of 2001, we started to invite Elvira
and Saint Peter over to our house more often for dinner, so we could get to know her a
little better. At the time, I was just off crutches after seven weeks, and my mother and I
had been out running errands.
When my mom and I arrived at my house, I brought her in so she could meet Elvira. My
mom met her and then left. After she left, Elvira remarked, "Wow. You look nothing
like your mom...she's so tiny." This infuriated me because she said this right to my
face, and we were having her over for dinner and I've been nothing but nice to her. Now,
mind you, I am a size 16, but I do not think that she had to make that comment. I didn't
say anything to her at the time, but I was upset.
Later in the evening, she proceeded to tell me how small she thought our kitchen was
and said that I was basically shallow for enjoying the show "Survivor" on
television. The blood was beginning to boil, and I consider myself a friendly, easy going
person. I wasn't sure where these comments were coming from considering I had always been
nice to her. Since then, she's made some derogatory comments about my weight that I have
not appreciated, since they only made me feel badly about myself. I was also angry at
myself for letting her get the best of me.
Earlier this year (March?) I think, Saint Peter and Elvira asked both me and my husband
to be in the wedding which is taking place this December. I only said yes because I think
Saint Peter is a great guy, and I'm doing this for him. Then I woke up and smelled the
coffee. I told myself that if I was going to be in the wedding, then she was going to
treat me like a human being! I wrote her a long letter telling her what she had done and
that I was not going to be in the wedding until she could act like a person with some
measure of tact. (She's also said some tactless and thoughtless things to other members of
our circle of friends). She ended up apologizing but since then, she's embarrassed me
twice in front of a group of people.
First, she told one of my friends that I started out not liking her for no reason. I
had to do damage control and tell this friend why I wasn't one of Elvira's friends.
Luckily, my other friend did not have a good impression of Elvira and believed that I
wasn't being a witch. Secondly, at her shower just last month, she neglected to introduce
me to her mother. Fortunately, she did introduce her brother-in-law. I was sitting right
next to him at the end of the shower, but she did not introduce me. I just assumed she was
embarrassed. After all, I am only in the wedding party. Elvira has no female friends. Her
side of the bridal party consists of me, her sister, her sister-in-law, Saint Peter's
sister, and her brother. She has virtually alienated all of Saint Peter's friends and
family. Her other sister-in-law (Saint Peter's wife) somehow convinced me to have a
bachelorette party for her, which will take place next weekend. Wish me luck, everyone! I
keep telling myself that if she says anything negative to me in the coming weeks before
the wedding, I can still back out--after the expensive dress, the hard to find shoes, the
gifts, the party, etc. I'll just have to convince myself that I can wear it somewhere
else. Thanks for reading my story, and I hope she behaves!
Tacky 1122-02
This wedding was horrid from invitation to reception.
My friend *Holly*, three other girls, and I had been the best friends through high
school. Since then (all four years) Holly had been going to Christian schools out of the
state. We didn't really keep in touch during the summer or holidays when she would come
back and ignore any friends who weren't Christian.
Holly had always been a little naive since her father was a pastor and had brought them
up in a 50's style household. I was surprised to hear through my friend *Izzy* that she
was engaged (She broke up with her first boyfriend of 1 1/2 yrs six months earlier).
Apparently the day after telling her current boyfriend she was happy with the way things
were and didn't want them to change he popped the question. I guess since the diamond was
"the biggest she'd seen in her life" it was ok. The child-bride had her mother
plan the wedding since she was not in that state and "didn't really care!"
I'm just going to go over the highlights from here on. She mass e-invited me two months
prior. Then preceded to call me a month before and ask me to allow about 5 of her
fiancé's friends from Sweden I'd never met to stay at my parents house in our hometown. I
was invited to her fourth shower and expected to buy her dinner and a gift the day of,
which was a Wednesday.
The day of the ceremony arrives it starts a little late no big deal until her father (a
former preacher due to unscrupulous behavior) starts lecturing the bride and groom on
their marriage duties. Holly apparently is by God meant to be the "helpmate" and
"follower" of her husband the "leader" and "director" of the
family unit. I wonder why he didn't lecture on fidelity... He repeats the shpeal over and
over alluding to how happy he and her mother are to hand her over to the groom. First
blatantly sexist wedding I'd ever been to...
There is nothing tacky or a faux pas about wedding vows which
reflect the happy couple's religious beliefs. Get over it.
The reception was held in a tiny room decorated with white crepe paper and crepe bells.
No room for all the people so we ended up outside on a windy little steel deck although we
missed the toasts (Made with Martinelli's for the bridal party only) eating the hoagie and
mints served since we were famished (wedding at noon, reception at 2). After eating we
tried to salvage some reception by dancing. There was no DJ but a small stereo where
bridesmaids kept putting lurid rap in(how Christian is that???) and then dancing in a
giant circle that kept everyone else off the dance floor... The creepy father of the bride
was also circling the room this whole time glaring at us. We finally just left after
barely speaking to the bride. It's been a few months and I haven't heard from her. I'm
just glad I didn't over spend on her gift or take in her Swedish friends.
Tacky 1104-02
When my husband and I got married we received an antique cup as a gift from his brother
and his wife. It was lovely. We displayed it in our home on a bookshelf.
A year or so later my brother-in-law came to visit my husband. I was not home that
evening. Some time later I realized that the cup was missing. Upon questioning my husband,
he informed me that his brother took it back because it had a pencil in it. He claimed
that we clearly didn't appreciate it therefore, we couldn't have it any longer.
For 12 years now I still see the cup when I visit THEIR house. They never offered it back
or offered to replace the gift! Tacky 1018-02
My sister insisted tooth and nail she wasn't going to have a "big thing" when
she got married. She and her attorney husband were just going to tie the knot at city hall
or some place, with maybe one friend and my mother. We were kind of surprised (we were a
fairly close family, it's not like there was ever any rift) but it's her day, so okay,
fine. But the guest list grew and grew; my aunt and grandmother joined the guest list, as
did every last member of their firm (sis and hubby worked together) and even some of the
employees' friends. (There were guests there Sissy didn't even know.) It became such a big
crowd that it supposedly "spilled over" into the ballroom of a really swank
downtown hotel, supposedly at the last minute. (I'm guessing the large cake and the
champagne fountain were picked up at Wal-Mart on the way or something.)
The eventually big wedding went off without a hitch and without the presence of the
bride's siblings, who found out how big the wedding was when sis/bride gave a picture of
the happy couple slicing the wedding cake, as a Christmas present to Mom, several months
later. (The happy couple were too well dressed for a trip to the probate judge's office,
that's for sure.) On the plus side, the siblings weren't invited to the divorce, either,
or the hubby's several extramarital affairs, so it all evens out. A beautiful step-by-step
"how-to" on how not to get on the good side of new in-laws.
Tacky 1025-02
A dear friend from college was getting married three months before my own wedding. As
we had all just graduated, it was a financial strain on my fiancé and I simply to attend
(it was in a different state), not to mention that I was a bridesmaid. The bride had a
habit of exaggerating, and I had spent several months listening to her glowing description
of the wonderful reception they were to have. My fiancé and I were staying at a friend's
house, and didn't bother to eat much the day of the wedding because we were short on time
and had been assured of the excellent quality of the reception food (you can see where
this is going).
After the lovely ceremony, we had a half hour drive to the reception hall, where we
were eventually served - a plate with a turkey croissant sandwich and a few slices of
fruit. He and I were separated, as he was not in the party and I was told I had to sit at
the head table, so we were able to only occasionally mingle and plot our path to nutrition
after the event finished. However, they had much in store for the evening. The first order
of business was dancing. The second dance was the bridal party dance, which we had not
been informed of ahead of time. Given the fact that several in the party belonged to a
religious denomination that eschews dancing, we were unprepared to say the least. Not that
it was offensive, but we did look rather ridiculous trying to dance without having
practiced first.
Eventually, (as our bodies were screaming for food), the couple decided to open their
gifts. As part of the party, I had to stay. They spent about an hour opening the
"big" gifts from their families, the ones they knew about. Then, a few
designated cousins went about ripping into the lesser gifts and recording the information
on a notepad. We were horrified. We had chosen to give the couple money, knowing how much
they needed it, but tried to be creative about it and hid the money in a pack of cards
with a note hinting as to the contents. Of course, said cousins tossed the note in the
trash with the wrapping paper (also carefully chosen) and simply recorded "pack of
cards" as our gift. The thank-you note we later received was chilly, to say the
least. For our wedding, they gave us an obviously recycled picture frame from their
wedding. We responded with a note thanking them for the lovely frame, and by the way we
hoped they eventually found the money in the cards we gave them, but never heard back.
Tacky 1016-02
My husband's family could not be called "refined." Actually, the words
"rednecks" and "hillbillies" come to mind. However, there are a few of
them who think they're quite posh. Here's a story of tackiness like I've never seen in my
life: My husband's family (somehow) gets invited to a wedding at a very upscale mansion in
a fabulous neighborhood, with the reception being thrown at no less than one of our
state's finer country clubs. His folks (I'll call them The 'Bushys') ask if we could all
go together since it's such a long trek. So, my husband, myself, his two sisters and his
mother drive to the aforementioned mansion (which I knew was a mistake, but to keep peace,
and thinking we could mingle with others in such a huge place, I agreed.) We were going by
their instruction, and they insisted that we were to be at the Wedding Mansion by 4:00
p.m.
By the time we arrived, everyone was leaving the place headed for the country club
reception. I heard my husband's mother mutter to one of the sisters, "Good, perfect
timing, we only want to eat anyway." After trying to convince these morons that you
don't go to a reception if you don't go to a wedding - unless specifically invited to do
so (which in itself I find tacky), all overruled me and off we went to the posh Country
Club. Here's where it gets really tacky. Mother Bushy is bragging and going on and on
about this faction of the family, how they're so well off they can afford such a royal
wedding and reception, blah, blah, blah. Well, after having a drink or two at the
community bar, we were invited to find our numbered tables and have a seat for dinner. The
Bushy's took off for their table like ferrets let out of a cage. They raced to the table,
chair-scraped the floor with their seats, laughed boisterously (with many a wide-eyed
stare and eyebrow raised).
My husband and I walked over to the table after another drink to sit down for our
reception dinner. There was only one seat left at the table when we got there. My husband
was dying of embarrassment and tried to be gallant in letting me have the seat. Then his
sister chimed in, "No, Henry, you're blood family, you get first dibs on it! She can
go steal a chair and some dishes and pull them up here with us." I found out later
that at least two of them were not even invited, but just wanted a free meal. By this
time, I had had enough and spent the rest of the reception in the bar. My husband and I
left the rest of the Bushys there to find their own way home. Needless to say, after 14
years together, he and I never went to another of his family's weddings.
Tacky 1010-02
I was four months pregnant with our first child when my husband and I attended the
wedding of an old friend of his from school. This friend asked my husband to be in the
wedding party, an expensive proposition for us since the formal wear was unusual (kilts)
and required special ordering in advance. Moreover, the wedding and reception were held at
an expensive hotel two hundred miles from our home. All told, we spent about $1000 to
participate. In addition, our family had further contributed to the wedding by designing
and printing the invitations and programs, as well as catering the engagement party.
At the cocktail party preceding the reception, the bride and groom had arranged a
special "VIP" room with food and drinks for the wedding party. As I did not know
anyone at the reception apart from my husband, and as I was feeling sick and unsteady
because of the baby, I asked the groom if it would be all right for me to stay with my
husband in the VIP reception room instead. He very graciously insisted that I do so. I
knew the wedding party would be announced in some way at the start of the reception. My
plan was to let them go, then slip in quietly after everyone was seated and rejoin my
husband at the head table. Of the members of the bridal party, we were the only married
couple, and none of the other members had brought dates. So I was the only "fifth
wheel" of the bunch, which is a very lonely position to be in. A few minutes later,
the bride rages into the VIP room and says, very loudly, "Well, I SUPPOSE it's all
right if she walks in with the rest of us." Then she storms over to me and demands to
know if I know where I am sitting. Of course I know where I am sitting, I say. I am
sitting on a chair. (I was very confused.) No, she says. You're sitting at the big table
in the center of room. In other words, I should get the hell out of the VIP room and into
the reception hall. Okay! I say. I can take a hint. I say goodbye to my husband and
stumble out into the reception area. I peer into the hall and, naturally, THERE IS NO ONE
AT THE HEAD TABLE. As I was already somewhat nauseated, the prospect of sitting at the
table all by myself for an unspecified period of time in the middle of a roomful of
strangers seemed sure to make me fully and floridly sick. So I simply left the reception
and headed back up to our room. My husband found me a half hour later. I was so stunned by
her behavior. As a family, we had made such an effort to support her and her
husband-to-be! I could hardly believe such selfishness and ingratitude was possible, but I
guess anything goes, including rudeness, when you're the bride and it's "your special
day".
Tacky 0930-02
It was my best friend from high school. Although through college we grew somewhat
apart, we still always felt a connection. I was delighted to hear of her engagement and
touched when she asked me to be her maid of honor. So the wedding went ahead. I flew
across country, spent tons of money, etc but never gave it a thought b/c that is what
friends do! Unfortunately, that didn't last. I heard little from her despite my millions
of phones calls, and she only started to call when she found a new guy. When I told her of
my engagement she only wanted to talk about when she was going to get engaged. Needless to
say, I did not ask her to be in my wedding. Many months later she calls to tell me she was
engaged, and asks if I would be able to come again across country. (Did I mention it was
30 days before my wedding.) I said yes of course, and said are you still coming to
mine?" She said she didn't think so b/c she would be busy! Then the clincher! She
sends an email a couple of months later saying, "oh I moved, I guess you didn't get
my address. Here it is, you will get an invitation soon."(Never called and no
forwarding number to phone her) When I got the invitation, not only was it the ugliest
thing I had ever seen but she inserted registry cards of where she and her fiancé were
registered! Tacky, she was already married once and received all that stuff! I declined
and did not send a gift. I also did send her an invitation to my wedding!
Selfish!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tacky 0918-02
My story involves the greediness, self-centeredness and arrogance of my own sister. To
sum it up, she is not a young bride, she is in her late 30s and been living on her own for
many years and always purchased whatever she wanted for her home. Aside from the fact that
her and her fiancé have registered for many "upgrade" items for their
household. (They've built their own house and been living together for over a year and
actually have to get rid of duplicate household appliances when they moved in together.)
In addition to them registering for many items they CLEARLY don't need, she has also been
a nightmare with her invitations by selectively not inviting some of our Mom's or our dear
departed Dad's brothers and sisters, some of the cousins and worse yet, my Mother's new
husband! She has also bullied her fiancé and his parents in "who they get to
invite" and when she was angry with her fiancé about him not standing up to his
parents about their guest list, she said, "this is exactly why your first marriage
didn't work out!" (Inferring that his parents were somehow responsible for his first
marriage failing....ugh!) Furthermore, her personal wedding shower involved her friends,
all in their late 30s and early 40s, bedecking her in "faux-bride" garb,
complete with lots of penis paraphernalia dragging her out to local bars to sell "a
blow for a buck" and get her as drunk as possible. ICK! It was like being with a
group of women who have serious arrested development issues. Shameful and embarrassing. I
feel sorry for her husband-to-be. Tacky 0916-02
Just over a year ago, my husband and I had the.....opportunity.....to attend the
wedding of a friend. It was at a nice outdoors garden which has a good reputation for
weddings. We arrived a little early, as we usually do. Well, the wedding was postponed by
an hour. The groom (my friend) called me while we were on the way there, and told me that
he was hoping that he could sort of postpone it by an hour, because he needed more time.
Now, understand that this garden has MANY weddings each day, and they do NOT look to
kindly on things not happening on schedule. Well, he succeeded in sort of hiding out so
that the wedding would not start at the designated time.
It was a simple, "nice" wedding. The wind was blowing, so the candles
wouldn't stay lit, but they had no control over that. Well, things got interesting after
the ceremony when the minister announced that we should all grab our chairs and proceed
inside for the reception. WHAT?!?! I'm in heels....at an outdoors venue...wearing a nice
dress...and they want me to carry my own chair inside???? Crazy.
Then, we all went in. The tables were not yet set up for the dinner, so we all sort of
stood around, wondering what to do. Nobody instructed us in any way. An hour later, tables
were being put in place, and the bride and groom just kind of showed up...no announcement,
or anything. Finally, the buffet table was ready, and they asked that the bridal party be
allowed to go through first, so they could get more pictures taken afterward.
The food was "okay." We were just sitting down to eat, when the maid of honor
came through, and asked us to move our table!!!! I looked at her in a puzzled way, and
told her that we had just sat down to eat. She YELLED at me that the bride was paying the
photographer a lot of money, and they needed to move the tables so they could get more
pictures taken and get the photographer out of there. Needless to say, we didn't stick
around too long.
Tacky 0906-02
My story tonight is about my brothers wedding. His wife, "Mary" although
outwardly a very sweet girl, is very naive and desperate. Well the story begins with her
getting pregnant only three months after meeting my brother, "Dave". Mary
insists that they have a big wedding, unfortunately her family made it clear that they had
no intention of contributing to her wedding, Dave did not have a lot of money, nor did our
family. Dave basically pawned or sold everything of value he had to give her money for
their wedding. Including a RV. As soon as the check cleared the bank she went out and
emptied the account to buy a dress, headpiece and accessories that were far beyond their
budget. Then made up a story about the bridal shop sneaking extra costs on.
She scheduled the wedding to take place when she was five months pregnant. She is a big
girl with an ample bustline and didn't acquire the proper foundation garments or have the
dress properly fitted, So all through the ceremony and reception she looked like she was
about to fallout. Her made of honor was 8 1/2 months pregnant well showing. Her mother
showed up to the wedding in a slinky sparkly floor length black cocktail dress and drank
throughout the wedding, then later commented that it was tacky for me to wear my dress
navy uniform.
At the reception hall, nothing had been prepared. Except the wedding cake which I had
personally delivered that morning. (The bride considered the German leaded crystal
caketopper "not fancy enough"). Her MOH and other of her bridesmaids changed as
soon as they got to the hotel where the reception was and not just into something nice but
into jeans and a sweatshirts. Numerous other guests from the bride's side had showed up in
jeans to a wedding where the groom wore a tux with tails. The "caterers" finally
brought punch in, but the punch was concentrate and had not even been diluted, not to
mention, it took over an hour to get it drinkable. For some reason no one the staff of the
hotel/casino where the reception was held, knew how to turn on the ventilation in the
room. It became very stuffy.
Half the brides guests went straight to the casino in the hotel and just sent there
kids in every 15 minutes to check if they cut the cake yet. At one point several plates of
finger sandwiches where were brought into the hall. This brought the brides family back
into the hall to devour them, then to quickly return to the slots, blackjack tables and
bar. The bride spent most of the reception chasing around her fifteen year old cousin who
was trying to gamble. Apparently nether her mother (now well sauced) nor any other member
of her family could look for the cousin.
While Dave's side of the family gave gifts like of expensive linens and large checks as
well as provided the honeymoon, the wedding cake (as well as the bachelor party and
provided vehicles for running errands and making last minute deliveries), Mary's side gave
baby gifts that were very very cheap and were from several people at once. Its not that
they simply had know money, they dropped hundreds of dollars in the casino.
The happy couple opened gifts at the reception, expecting guests to ohhh and aaahhh
over them.Thank goodness they didn't do the planned "money dance" .
Double Eeeuuuww!
Mary claimed that Island resort that she had asked for and received for her honeymoon
wasn't "that nice", the cake wasn't fancy enough, and eagerly spent every dime
she was given. To put the icing on the cake, she sent thankyou cards to only her side of
the family and completely ignored Dave's side who had tried so hard to make sure she had
the wedding she dreamed of. When Dave's mother finally asked why no Thank you's had been
sent out, she said proudly that she had done the ones to her family but it was up to Dave
to do the ones for his family (Dave was working 50 to 60 hour weeks while she stayed home
to await the baby).
A post script to this story; Now that the holiday season is nearing she has asked for
addresses but still has not found the time to write thank you's. We think that if they do
come at all it will only be to hint for Christmas gifts.
Tacky
0904-02
My current husband was so gracious and made sure I had the exact ring I wanted--a
three-stone ring with beautiful stones (one of them being my grandmother's). Everyone was
so impressed with the ring including my parents, extended family, his extended family, but
I guess not his mother. On two separate occasions, one being at a college football game
with family, she wanted to see the ring in the "light" and proclaimed,
"that ring is enough for three marriages!!" Jealous are we? Needless to say she
doesn't have an engagement ring due to the fact that she and her husband are cheap and
thrifty. I told her that "no, actually one was fine with me but thanks."
Tacky 0802-02
Hello, I stumbled across this site by accident and have been loving it ever since. I
have decided when I get married to avoid all of these horror stories I have two requests
of my future husband whoever he is. His parents be deceased and we have our reception
(after eloping) at Perkins. (just kidding) Anyway, I am currently involved as a personal
attendant in a wedding for a woman who is to be married in two weeks. As my wedding gift
to the couple I offered to housesit and babysit their two children for them so they might
escape for the weekend. This was met with much appreciation and excitement. They scrambled
to get a hotel room for both nights and I trudged on ahead with making sure things ran
smoothly for the brides day. (I should note that I have known the couple a little over a
year and only met this woman because a mutual friend of ours had set me up with the brides
first husband. He and I weren't couple material but have formed a close friendship, closer
then the bride and I actually) The bride called me this past weekend, two weeks from the
wedding day and asked me to dinner. So a group of us went there and much to my surprise
she told me that seeing as they were having the wedding Friday night and the reception the
following evening, Saturday, the grooms mother thought we were being rude. She took it
upon herself to plan a coffee and appetizer reception after the actual ceremony. One
catch, she is hosting this at the house where I am house-sitting/babysitting. So now not
only am I going to have to deal with a psycho bride, two children who behave best at
misbehaving, but now 40 people in a tiny house. The bride and groom told me they will stay
for an hour or so and then I am on my own. *gasp* On my own with people I have never even
met, being a hostess and watching their kids to boot.... a simple, thoughtful gift has
turned into hell and I am in too deep to get out now.
Tacky 0814-02
My fiancés friend became engaged after dating a girl for only a few months. We
were all surprised, but happy for him. The wedding was planned for the next year. During
this time the groom to be alienated all his friends. When we did see them, however, they
would talk about the wedding and such and talk about who my fiancé (at the time
boyfriend)would be paired with and such. However, they had yet to officially ask him to be
in the wedding party. About 2 months before the wedding they finally asked.
Things continue on and we don't here from anyone. My fiancé talks to the best man and
they plan a bachelor party for the groom at the last minute.
It then became time for the wedding. My fiancé had to work so I picked up his tux or
him. It was the ugliest thing I had ever seen. It was a long, black, heavy jacket, and the
wedding was in the middle of the summer. We should have known things would be bad after we
saw the tux.
The night of the rehearsal dinner (which by the way fiancé was only informed of the
day before and I was not invited to even though we were living together at the time and it
was just a cookout at the bride's parents house, not a fancy expensive dinner). He went to
the rehearsal and all was well, until he went to leave. They then informed him that was
expected to stay and help decorate the hall. Too bad they didn't tell him earlier because
he had to leave before dark because he rode his motorcycle to the rehearsal which was an
hour away from where we live.
The next day I dropped my fiancé off at the groom's house where the guys all sat
around and drank pop while waiting for the limo. The limo was fully stocked, but not one
of them could have a drink. The priest said if anyone had a drink before the wedding he
would not go through with it. By the way, one of the groomsmen was the bride's ex
boyfriend from college (granted they are only friends now)that she insisted be part of the
wedding party.
I arrive at the wedding which was actually very elegant. Then, on to the reception.
The reception was at a fire hall. This would have been nice given their budget, but
they crammed a lot more people in there than there were supposed to be. Not to mention the
brides color scheme for the wedding was black. Now, black can be done very elegantly.
However, EVERYTHING was black. The dresses, the table clothes, the balloons, you name it
and it was black. It felt more like a funeral than a wedding. When the bridal party
arrived 2 and a half hours later, my fiancé explained they were late because they went to
3 separate locations for pictures (one of which was a cemetery)!!!
My favorite part of the whole thing was when the bride's Uncle got up to say a prayer
before the meal and congratulated the bride and groom. Except, he called the groom by the
wrong name.
Tacky 0801-02
A few years ago I accompanied my boyfriend-at-the-time to his friend's wedding. First
of all, I should say that while the groom was perfectly nice he was a bit 'nerdy' and his
fiancée was quite pretty but only in a trailer trash sort of way. They were funding the
wedding themselves, which I admired. To save money there were no real invites, just
word-of-mouth invitations. My friend and her boyfriend got invited the week before (only
because they had a party that the bride and groom got drunk at and decided to 'up' the
potential gift list). We arrived at the venue which was a sad hall on a major thoroughfare
(the only things in sight being car dealerships and tractor trailers). We were all dressed
quite nicely and felt completely out of place when we came in and found the bride's family
in all manner of tank tops and T-shirts. The ceremony was painful as the officiant
compared marriage to mowing the lawn and also thought it was quite amusing to keep
referring to the groom's hair loss. When the ceremony was finally over we were all forced
back onto the driveway (2 feet from the highway) so they could move all the chairs around
for the reception. The remaining evening consisted of music from a boombox and a pay bar
that only had beer. As a postscript, the bride left the groom 6 months later for a guy
with a really shiny pick-up truck. Tacky 0806-02
Heres my story about our best man and matron of honour, whom Ill call Chris
and Sara. They were (and are) our best friends and are married to each other. We love them
dearly, but we were ready to scream at them on our wedding day. Heres why.
Chris and Sara were spending the night before the wedding in the hotel at which the
reception was to be held, so the four of us went to their room to relax a little before
going our separate ways for the night. Sara suddenly said, "Hey were
driving you guys to the picture-taking and the reception tomorrow, right?"
"Thats right," I said. "We didnt rent a limo!" Sara said
in dismay. I told her that a limo wasnt necessary their car would be fine
but Sara pulled out the Yellow Pages and started dialing car-rental companies. It
was only when wed told her three times that it was 10:00 AT NIGHT, and all the
car-rental companies would be closed, that she gave up.
Chris then picked up the Pay-Per-View card on top of the TV. "Hey, Basic
Instinct is on at midnight!" he said excitedly. My fiancé looked at him in
exasperation. "Um, Chris, the wedding is at 11:00 tomorrow morning I
dont think it would be a good idea to start watching a movie at midnight."
"Oh. Okay."
The following morning I got my hair done early, then I went to the beauty salon where I
was to meet Sara to get our makeup done. There was no sign of her. I asked the makeup
artist to just start on my makeup and do Sara when she arrived. Well, she finally arrived
an hour later, with no explanation, just as I was starting to seriously panic. As she was
getting her makeup done, she casually mentioned that she still needed to get pantyhose for
the wedding. Thats right she had known about the wedding for over a year, but
she had put off buying pantyhose until the day itself. Keeping a rein on my temper, I said
"Were in a mall - Ill just pop down the hall and get you some
pantyhose." Which I did, in full bridal regalia gown, headdress, and all. I
got some looks, I can tell you.
Finally, we were all ready to go. As we were leaving the mall, Sara spied a jewelry
display. "Ooo, those earrings are nice! Think I should get them to go with my Matron
of Honour dress?" she asked. I counted to ten and said evenly "Sara, its
now 10:35. The wedding is at 11:00." Sara looked at me uncomprehendingly, then she
caught on and said "Oh I guess we dont have time." Hallelujah
she saw the light! We got in the car and drove to the church.
The ceremony was lovely, but there was one more thing to make me gnash my teeth. As my
new husband and I got in Chris and Saras car to drive to the park for pictures, I
couldnt help noticing that the car obviously hadnt been cleaned in a while.
Not only was it dirty on the outside, the back seat was covered in fast-food wrappers that
we had to sweep out of the way before we sat down. Theyd known about the wedding for
over a year theyd known that we wanted them to drive us and they
couldnt even be bothered to clean their car. Argh!
Tacky 0813-02
Several years ago a friend of mine (we'll call her Gwen) was getting married while
still in college. This of course meant that a large lavish wedding was not in the cards.
One of the ways to cut back was by making their own decorations and having a the wedding
at a rec center where the staff made the meals instead of caterers. Gwen asked a couple of
us (we were not in the wedding party) to help her out with decorations and setting up of
the rec centre the night before and to transport some of the flowers from the church to
the rec centre after the ceremony. We had no problem with helping her out and helping make
her day special. I have to give her credit...she did a lot with what she had and
everything was running smoothly. We arrived at the rec centre with time to spare and we
able to sit down and enjoy the meal and the toasts. Our job was done.......but somehow the
Bride's mother didn't think so. She had the gall to ask us to help clear the dishes
because they wanted to start the rest of the festivities and get everything cleared from
the tables. I was floored!! Where she got the idea that a simple favor of transporting a
couple flower arrangements suddenly made us the clean up crew I have no idea. I was so
shocked that I don't know if I even answered - I think I just nodded my head. It was
complete humiliation to rise up from my seat wearing a nice dress only to start clearing
dishes. Thank heavens the kitchen staff realized how inappropriate this was and sent us
back to our seats. However, this was after we had cleared a few dishes. No doubt everyone
saw. To this day I am still insulted by what the MOB asked the couple of us to do.
Tacky 0822-02
In the late 90's, a married college friend named Heather and I were to meet in the city
where she lives so we could drive 2 1/2 hours to attend a mutual friend's wedding. For me
to see Heather, I would need to drive 2 1/2 hours early that Saturday morning. On Friday
afternoon, I had my hair done, got the wedding gift, got the car ready for a car
trip,etc.
I had just spoken with Heather a couple of days before and we had made arrangements where
we'd eat, meet friends afterwards, etc. By the way I had my pager with me so I could be
reached. I made the trip early that Saturday morning and 2 and 1/2 hours later, I arrived
at Heather's house. I knocked on the door, wanting to use a room to change into my nice
clothes. Heather answered the door, saying "I'm not going." She was in her
bathrobe, looking very defensive. She was 5 months pregnant and did not want to go. If she
had tried to page me or had sounded apologetic, I could have understood. She thought I'd
like to go by myself! Duh!! I did not attend the wedding. How rude she was!
Tacky 0723-02
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