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My husband and I were married last March. We had a
beautiful wedding and invited as many friends, family, and co-workers as
we could fit in the chapel. We lived together for almost a year before the
wedding and we have a variety of friends with a variety of budgets, so
when we registered, we only registered for things we absolutely needed or
absolutely fell in love with. We made sure our registries had plenty of
items that were inexpensive and when asked, we made it clear that though
we appreciate them, gifts were not necessary.
One of my co-workers could not attend the wedding. His
wife does not work and they have five kids, so when his wife called and
said she wanted her gift to me to be a lesson in scrapbooking, I thought
that was a lovely gesture and I accepted, telling her that I would be
unavailable until after the honeymoon. Of course, I never expected to
actually accept the gift as the gesture was enough in my mind and I have
no creative talent (or drive) whatsoever. Well, about a week after the
wedding, she called me, and said she was going to give me a scrapbook and
a lesson in scrapbooking. I said okay, but I'm busy right now, maybe in a
couple of weeks. She called me at work a couple of times, came by my
office, even sent a card about how much she wanted to do the scrapbooking
lesson. Finally, I realized she was not going to give up and I set up a
time with her.
The day came that it was scrapbooking time. I pulled out
all of my wedding pictures and she showed me some different designs and
types of pages I could use. She had the gamut of scrapbooking tools and
helped me do a couple of pages. I was really starting to have fun, until
she pulled out a price list and told me how much all of the different
tools would cost. Turns out, she sells the scrapbooking items and this was
all a sales pitch! I couldn't believe it. If I didn't see her husband
every day of my life, I would have thrown her out of my house. Instead, I
developed a headache and she left. Then, I went to Michael's and bought
every scrapbooking thing in sight as my own little form of revenge.
When my wife and I got married, we knew it was the only
wedding either of us would have, so we decided to do our best to have a
full-blown ceremony: me in tux, her in full bridal gown, a full church
service, the whole nine yards. We also were paying for the wedding
ourselves, so we did much of the work ourselves. Everything went
very well, considering that we were both (understandably) frazzled by the
time the big day arrived.
It should be noted that not much of our relationship has
ever been traditional. Kym and I are something of an "odd
couple." Somehow a nice Baptist girl from Torrance and an aging
punk rock thug from Berkeley managed to meet and fall in love. We
met on line (via Usenet) and conversed through email and then phone for
several months before meeting face to face. This made for, um, let's
call it an eclectic mix as far as our guests went; no mistaking which side
of the aisle were the bride's guests and which were the groom's:
While all guests were dressed appropriately --- including some friends of
mine who I was convinced didn't even own shirts with buttons, much less a
tie --- there was a very heavy concentration of purple hair and
heavy-gauge piercings on one side of the aisle. Also, my "best
man" was a woman (and yes, she wore a tux), the wedding dress was
found and purchased on line, and we had a "dry" reception: Let's
see, one diabetic (Kym) and one recovering alcoholic (me) getting married
equals a dearth of booze. (I let my friends know that surreptitious
flask-tipping would not be frowned upon, and none of them overdid
Our few incidents: - We
nearly didn't get the date we wanted thanks to collegiate sports.
The church we were married at is in Berkeley (yes, that Berkeley; this
will again be important in a minute). After consulting with the
people who we absolutely positively wanted to be at the ceremony, we
decided on October 13th, a Saturday, as the ideal date. Fine and
dandy, right? WRONG. October 13th was also the day of the Big
Homecoming Game at UC Berkeley, the Bears vs. Oregon. Not only did
this make finding accommodations for out-of-town guests difficult, it
seems that the church leases its parking lot to the University of
California, so the school has parking for big events like football games.
What this translates to is: It's the church's parking lot, unless UC has
something going on, at which point all bets are off.
We put our heads together and did some research.
The football game started around 11 a.m., and was over around 3 p.m.
The lot would be out of the control of the school at approximately 4 p.m.
We decided to have an evening ceremony, at 7 p.m.
When Kym (my wife) arrived at about 4:15, the lot
attendant was still there.... And refused to let them in.
"We're here for a wedding."
"No no, you'll have to pay to park."
"The wedding is here at this church!"
"You'll still have to pay to park."
"I'M THE BRIDE!"
The lot attendant recognized that he was staring at a
potential lynch mob, and acquiesced to the vehicles.
Now that they've arrived, Kym, my family, her mom, and
others directly involved with the wedding go inside to the banquet room of
the church, where the reception will be held.... To find it completely not
ready. There were supposed to be about thirty tables set up with
tablecloths, the cake table, decorations, etc. Nothin'. Zip-dee-doo-dah. Can
you say nervous breakdown?
It seems there'd been a lack of communication
between various church employees as to the date of the wedding: No one in
charge of facilities knew we were coming. (Fortunately, we had been
in contact with the minister fairly regularly, so we knew she would be
there.) My mom, my sister, Kym's mom, and Kym's MOH got Kym
calmed down, and everyone got to work. Kym explained what we'd
agreed upon as far as setup goes, and the whole crew managed to get the
entire reception area looking the way it should.
And where am I during all this, you ask? I
am still chasing all over East Bay, loading up our truck with supplies.
I didn't arrive at the church until about 6:20, still dressed in a
T-shirt, Ben Davis, and boots. I pull into the loading zone in front
of the church and begin unloading stuff, wheeling a hand truck full of
crushed ice into the reception area.... I looked around at the
decorated room and said to no one in particular, "Well, at least this
went according to plan," and couldn't figure out why my
brother-in-law and dad were giving me such funny looks.
- We are probably one of the few weddings in recent times to have a
The church is one block off of Telegraph Ave.
If you are not familiar, Telegraph Ave. is Berkeley's equivalent to Haight
Street in S.F.: trendy clothing shops, head shops, bars, plenty of random
street looneys, punks, and panhandlers. In my younger, mohawked
days, I made money on Telegraph juggling flaming tennis balls and telling
bad jokes. ("Look! A man with three balls!")
So, nobody thought much of the guy in a hockey jersey and baseball cap who
sat quietly through the ceremony and attended about 1/3 of the reception.
When asked, he would say he was either a friend of mine, or the cousin of
my groomsman's wife. He was generally well-behaved... But creeped
out several female attendees, including my best (wo)man. His big
mistake was telling my groomsman that he was a cousin of the groomsman's
wife. At this, a couple of my friends let him know (in no uncertain
terms) it was time he left. One of my friends joked later, "I
usually work as a bouncer on Saturday nights anyways. I didn't
expect to be 'called into service' at your wedding!"
After the reception wrapped up around 10:45, Kym
and I prepared to head to our wedding night accommodations at Jack London
Square (the Oakland embarcadero). Both of us were famished --- all
we'd had to eat all day was two slices of cake, some punch, and quick
handfuls of snacks from the reception. No problem, there's a ton of
restaurants in Jack London Square, right?
Yes there are, and not a single damn one would seat us. Despite the
marked closing time of midnight, these joints stop seating at 11:30.
We both refused to eat from a drive-through on our wedding night, and I
was vehemently opposed to eating at the Emeryville Denny's.... A.K.A.
"Slaughterhouse Denny's" due to the frequent shootings that
occur inside the restaurant on Friday and Saturday nights. We ended
up driving up I-80, brainstorming: "How about the Lyon's in El
Cerrito?" (They were closed.) "Spenger's in
Berkeley?" (Also closed.) We ended up having dinner
at the Casino San Pablo, a card room two miles from our house. They
served us well, with good food... We just couldn't get over the irony of
having our wedding night dinner so close to home; we kept joking that we
should've just gone home and microwaved up a couple of Hungry Man dinners!
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My mom had decided to get remarried. As this
wasn’t going to be her first wedding she wanted it to be simple. The
wedding itself would only be immediate family, with a small lunch
afterwards, and the reception would be held on a different day. My
mom’s SIL, “Joanne” and my mom’s brother, “Joe” had
confirmed that they would be attending both the ceremony and the
reception, (she lived about 10 hrs away). This was fine, my mom was
thrilled actually. We aren’t a very formal family but we do send
out invitations, and we do write thank you notes for gifts, and dinners
But this particular event they specified they
didn’t want any presents for their wedding. As it was not the
first marriage for either one of them, they were quite well off, and had
just about everything you could possibly think of and more. Again
being it not their first wedding, they didn’t hire a photographer, but
had left many of those disposable cameras on the tables for guests to take
pictures of what they thought was appropriate...
The ceremony went off very well, so did the lunch...
A few days later at the reception, with all the disposable cameras,
people were taking pictures, it was going off well. (Oh I do have to
mention that they did hire someone to video the whole ordeal so the
pictures were just a bonus). As the night came to an end, Joanne is
getting ready to leave, saying her good byes.
As she gets to my mom, my mom noticed that Joanne
had taken many of the disposable cameras. My mom had mentioned off
the cuff that they were to be left on the tables. Joanne had said
that she wanted copies of what she took so she’d have them developed and
then send back the negatives with a set of photos. My mom let her
take them, reluctantly. My mom and her husband are the type of
people that do things right away, so the next day their photos from the
reception were already developed. (Their reception was small 40 guests at
most, my mom didn’t even wear white, just to give you an idea.) Anyway
weeks pass, months pass.... No photos....
Finally about 8 months after the wedding, my parents
receive a copy of the photos, not the size they usually get them
developed, and they were matt not glossy. She had kept the negatives
so there was no way to reprint the photos, and to make matters worse, she
signed each and every photo with her maiden and married name. I
understand that photography is an art, but she signed photos she was
IN!!!!!!! It was impossible for her to have taken them. She
refused to give them the negatives, so they are stuck with these photos.
I think I was more angry than my parents but I just think it was
I attended the wedding of a college friend who now lives
in a different city than I do. Because I had heard from other
friends that the bride was insistent on receiving gifts from her
registry, I tried to call her before the wedding to find out where she was
registered. I finally was able to reach her about a week before the
wedding, found out where she was registered, went to the store and
selected my gift.
Because the gift was breakable and unwieldy to carry and
because I would be traveling several hours to the town where the wedding
was being held, I specified that the gift should be shipped to the bride
instead of carrying it to the wedding. I attended the wedding and all was
Two days later, I get an e-mail from the Maid of Honor.
She was not a close friend of mine and I know that the bride must have
given her my e-mail address. This is a paraphrase of the e-mail:
"Hi, it was so nice to see you at the wedding! "Bride" and
I were talking and she mentioned that someone brought a gift to the
wedding and didn't sign their name on the card so she thought that it
must be from you since she hasn't received a present from you. What
did you get her?" I think that this was a complete gimme,
gimme strategy on the part of the bride. She was using the MOH to
police the gifts! It was rude and obnoxious because: 1.) It was only 2
days after the wedding, most brides continue to receive presents for about
a month after the wedding, 2.) there were close to 300 people at the
wedding, so how did she just happen to think that the mysterious present
(if it even existed) must be from me? 3.)The bride was obviously
annoyed about not having received a gift from me yet because she had
mentioned it to the MOH and gone as far as giving her my e-mail address to
check on the situation. I found this to be completely rude!
Hi, Ms. Jeanne, Yep, got another one for
you. We went to an otherwise lovely wedding in November. The
ceremony was held in a charming old church with the reception at a local
country club. We were impressed when we got the invitations, because they
actually offered food choices. Prime rib, steak, seafood, or vegan
meal. Now, it seems to me that if they could afford the
country club and a catered-to-guest-order dinner, they could at least have
served some drinks. I don't mean alcoholic drinks; I mean ANY drinks.
Dinner was served and the guests got only water. The
bride and groom table, the groomsmen's table, and the bridesmaids' table
got their choice of water or iced tea. When it came time for the champagne
toast, only the bride and groom's table (which also included their
parents) got champagne. Everyone else toasted with their glasses of
water. When the cake was served, the bride/groom table,
groomsmen and bridesmaids got large slices of the wedding cake. The guests
got half inch thick, two inches long slices of a cake that didn't even
look like the wedding cake. Of course I'd never say so, but I
thought this was a bit tacky. If cost was a factor, they could have
offered a less expensive food choice. It wasn't even bottled or mineral
water; just the city tap stuff. Or am I a greedy guest here?
I am not sure where this story would fit in, perhaps
just plain tacky or weddings from hell!!!
About 10 years ago, I was invited to the wedding of the
daughter of some dear family friends. My parents and the daughter's
parents had been friends for way over 20 years and we were all very
excited to hear about the upcoming nuptials of their daughter. My
mother was in frequent contact with the mother of the bride (who, by the
way, is shall we say a bit on the snobby side) and according to her, the
planning was going very smoothly. Everything was perfect according
to MOB. The church where the wedding was to be held was gorgeous,
the reception hall was very ritzy, etc.
Then my father had a conversation with the FOB. He
told my father that the MOB and FOB had given the couple $10,000.00 to
spend on the wedding (not including the bridal gown, veil, shoes, etc. for
the bride) and whatever they had left over, they were allowed to keep.
Knowing the lovely bride myself, I figured she would be able to put on one
heck of a wedding as she is really frugal with her money and knows where
to get some really good deals. I have seen the couples new home and
it is decorated beautifully for very little money. I guess I was
To start out the ceremony is being held at a tiny church
about 1 hour away from where the reception will be held. This would
be fine if the bride or groom was a member of said church, but neither one
of them is, nor are either of their parents. They have a guest list
confirmed at 225 and there is seating for approximately 150. OK,
maybe they thought it would hold more people. Nope...they did not
have to pay for the use of the church if they agreed to attend at least 2
services. I find out they did not even offer to tip the officiator
and were never going back to that church again as "It is too far for
us to drive there every Sunday".....It gets better.
The ceremony is over and we leave to go to the
reception. The ceremony started at 3pm and was over by 4pm.
The reception is to start at 6pm. We get to the lovely hotel where
the reception is to be held. It is gorgeous. I figure to
myself "this has to be where they spent all the money from the
bride's parents". Oh how wrong I was. We are all directed
to the "ballroom". There are a total of 10 tables set up
with seating for 10 at each table. For a minute I thought my math
was off when I figured that only 100 people could be seated in the hall
(remember there are 225 guests). It wasn't. The bride and
groom had decided that it was much cheaper to rent the smaller ballroom
than the grand ballroom and figured the guests could just mill around and
sit when they got tired of dancing. But where would we eat the
dinner (the invite stated a formal dinner reception to be held after the
ceremony)? Don't worry, the bride had arranged with the hotel to set
up fold out tables in the hall way outside of the actual reception room
for people to sit at and eat for a reduced cost. Oh yeah and the
doors to the hall would not be left open, you just had to sit out in the
hallway and eat while listening to the reception through closed doors.
It gets better.
My family and I look to the side and see a nice table
with misc. hors-d'oeuvres. At this point we are pretty hungry as we
ate a small lunch as to not spoil what the invitation described as a
"formal dinner". We proceed to get some chunks of fruit
and cheese and some pigs in a blanket and wait for the bridal party to
arrive. They do and we all crowd into the hall to watch the first
dance. After that, the DJ announces that it is "Time to
PARRRRRTYYYY" and the music begins. This can't be. When
will the formal dinner be served? I ask my mother, who in turn, as
tactfully as she can, mentions to the MOB that she cannot wait for the
lovely dinner that has been described a million times to her in many phone
conversations between the two of them. (Of course those were not my
mothers exact words). The MOB then asks, "Did you not get any
of the dinner??? There was the lovely buffet as you walked in."
Yep, that's right...our formal dinner that was to be the most exquisite
foods we had ever eaten were chunks of fruit, cheese, and pigs in a
blanket. The bride and groom had paid for 1 keg of beer for the
drinks...all else was cash, even the soda. And when the keg ran out,
the beer became cash also.
Needless to say most people left rather early, and I
hear the couple's honeymoon was wonderful. I guess you could have a
pretty nice one with $9500.00 to spend!
I am from Ireland, where we do not have showers (bridal
or baby), bride's maid's luncheons, rehearsal dinners or a few other
things I have seen mentioned. We do have the hen and stag parties though!
A friend (Sarah) got married last year. About two months
prior to the happy day, there was the usual hen party. Her bride's maids organized
dinner in a restaurant, to be followed by some drinks in a bar. This
restaurant operates an "early bird" menu, which meant that most
of us ate for the equivalent of $9 for the main course (drinks extra!).
The meal was booked for 6pm.
I have been friends with Sarah and her sister (Mary) for
some time, though we only see each other in a group setting. The fact that
they do not usually arrive out until 11.00pm never struck me as odd, I
just assumed they were night owls and preferred to arrive late and indulge
in a drink or two. How wrong could I be?
I am unmercifully tardy - I get panicked at the thought
of being even 2 minutes late for an appointment, however casual. On the
night of the hen party, I needed to fill a prescription, so I dropped into
the pharmacy across the road at 5.50pm. I rushed to make sure I was in the
restaurant by 6.01pm. The waiter showed me to the area set up for 20
people. I was the first to arrive, but I am used to that.
I was offered a drink, I took a 7Up, and I sat over it
until the next guests (the bride's maids) arrived....... at 6.45. I was
mortified. The staff were unbelievably friendly, and each of them (Italian
born, not fluent in English) came down to speak to me in turn, to make
sure I was OK. The 2 bride's maids laughed and said, Sarah's always late!!
I didn't find it so amusing......
Others arrived in dribs and drabs, until the guest of honor
and her two sisters arrived at 7.10. No apology forthcoming. The waiter
then asked if the spare 8 settings would be needed - only 12 were coming,
yet nobody informed the restaurant. They graciously removed the extra
You need to realize at this point that the early bird
menu operates from 5-7pm. Even though he was well within his rights to
charge us full price, the manager came down and informed us that he would
still give us the early menu prices. What a sweet man!
The meal went well, the staff were very attentive and
gave Sarah a drink "on the house" to celebrate. Then came the
bill. We had all agreed to cover Sarah's meal, not a problem. It was
incredibly cheap, so I only ended up paying about $17 for my meal and 2
7Ups (that is cheap for Ireland!!). I put in another $10 for Sarah, and to
cover some of the tip.
All monies were given to the chief bride's maid
(Scrooge). She got $210, the meal was $170. Nobody asked for change.
Scrooge left about $10 for a tip. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head!
There was some conversation between us, but she thought I wanted my
change! She said the other $40 was to be spent at the bar. I managed to
stammer "What about a tip?", "$10 is enough between
us" was the reply.
I was nearly on the floor. This restaurant had been SO
kind given the circumstances, not to mention that the food was great, and
she thinks $10 is a big enough tip????
I fumbled around until everyone had left their seats and
quickly stuck another $20 on top of the notes, it wasn't much, but all I
could afford at the time.
Needless to say, I'm grateful I won't be dining with
Scrooge, or Sarah and Mary any time soon!
I don't know if this is a faux pas or not, but it just
didn't seem right to me. A co-worker, "Rae" asked me and
another co-worker, "Tito" to be a part of her November wedding.
I was to be the gift table attendant and Tito was to man the guest book.
Another co-worker "Caroline" was Rae's
"bridal assistant", meaning she was the one to help dress Rae.
Caroline and I are discussing the upcoming nuptials and she informs me
that she can't wait until the rehearsal dinner because the groom's parents
have "gone all out" according to her. Well, I was
confused. Tito and I were not invited to the rehearsal or the
dinner. I found it odd that Caroline would be too. All she had
to do was dress the bride. Was that to be rehearsed at the church?
Tito and I did not have a clue about where anything was (we were also to
help serve at the reception). I thought it would be
helpful to know these things beforehand. So I waited for Rae to
extend the invitation to me and Tito. No such luck. So, we showed up
on the night of wedding and looked like lost little puppies and got severe
attitude from the wedding coordinator for not knowing anything.
So maybe the guest book
and gift table attendants don't need to be at the rehearsal, but does the
person who's sole responsibility is to help the bride into her dress need
to be invited too?
P.S. At Rae's lingerie shower, her sister passed
out envelopes and asked us to address them ourselves. I commented
that I believed such a thing was tacky. That didn't seem to go over
well. Maybe that's why I didn't get invited to the rehearsal... But
what did poor Tito do??
A few months ago, my boyfriend and I went to the wedding
of two of his friends. Really, there was nothing tacky or at all bad about
90% of the proceedings, but I think this is definitely a warning for
brides (or anyone else) to be a bit careful about how much alcohol they
The wedding was great. I was outdoors, on a mountain
top. The groom was Indian and the bride was white, the ceremony was a
beautiful mix of two cultures with the bride in a sari. They read a funny
poem they'd written together and an excerpt from a children's book they
The reception was also outdoors. Great food, awesome
cake, lots of fun all around. Then the dancing started. We're all just a
couple years out of college, and a lot of our college friends were there,
so we were having fun partying down. After a while, the bride makes an
announcement - so far, their bar tab is only $200 (it's an open bar), this
is clearly means people haven't been drinking enough, so don't be shy.
Well, let's just say the bride wasn't. By the time the sun went down (and
we were still partying), she had gotten VERY drunk. The groom was more
than tipsy too, and honestly so was the bride's mother. Somehow, one of
the decorations (a piñata-type thing I think) had been broken and now
resembled male genitalia. The bride and the groom started taking turns
holding it at crotch-level and ... how do I put this delicately...
thrusting it at each other while dancing. Right in front of the MOB, but
like I said she was pretty gone herself and didn't seem to mind. The bride
started talking loudly about their sex life, also right in front of her
mother. She claimed this was okay since now that they're married her mom
knows they'll be having sex. The bride also at one point started flashing
everyone present, I think one of her bridesmaids might have joined in. I
have to wonder if the bride was embarrassed about her behavior later... or
if she remembers it at all!
Two years ago, I attended my cousin's wedding. This was
just the tackiest wedding I have ever attended. First of all, they had it
in a very small church with no air conditioning on July 4th weekend. The
groom's uncle sang many songs during the ceremony, off key, out of time.
Long long songs. The worst singer I have ever heard outside of the
The guests all piled into their cars and drove another
hour to the reception site which was a cement floored dusty dark hall with
wood paneling from 1968. I'm not sure what it was, but it seemed like a
bunker. As we entered the hall, we were issued drink tickets. That's
right. Drink tickets. Two for each guest. And that only included off brand
vodka and Coors in a can. My dad ordered a rum and coke and had to pay
full price for it. Nice.
An hour later, we had all consumed our drinks and were
still waiting for the bride and groom and their party to arrive. They
eventually did, hauling a cooler of Coors in a can out of the white limo
with them. Pretty. We were all starving, but the catererer hadn't shown up
yet. Neither had the DJ. We waited in the dank room when the food arrived,
buffet. Nothing wrong with that, but it was only cold cuts and rolls. That
was really it. The guests were all starving even after we left, right
before which was when the DJ showed up. He's a local fellow who works for
one of the local radio stations, but he does all of the middle school
dances. So right before we left, he was putting on "shake your
rump." Most of the guests were 50+ and the food was still on the
dance floor. Not exactly ambiance music. This marriage was annulled 3
months later. No gifts were returned. Yesterday I got an invitation to
this same cousin's second wedding. I don't think so.
The second involves a friend my mother and I had gone to
church with, and who had been with me in Mom's young adult Sunday school
group. Then the friend moved out of state. I visited her once, and we did
a vacation together in Las Vegas where she only wanted to lay around and
watch soap operas. Big fun - not! I went home early, pleading illness.
Never saw the inside of a casino. After that, I didn't hear from her for
five years. Not a phone call, not a Christmas card, nothing. Neither did
Mom. Even so, when I moved out of state I sent her a change of address
card. Finally we hear from her: a wedding announcement. Addressed to both
Mom and me at Mom's address in spite of the fact that I didn't live with
Mom when the friend and I were close. I was home on a visit, so we bought
that huge cookbook and sent it from both of us. We both figured that was
plenty when she couldn't even be bothered to drop us a line for five
Yep, no thank you note. That was easily 15 years ago,
haven't heard from her since.
I have always found the garter "tradition" of
having your father put it on you and your husband take it off and throw it
to his friends to be in poor taste, but when my dearest friend got married
back in the early 1980's, I nearly threw up. You see her father had
sexually abused her when she was in junior high, not long after her mother
died of a lingering disease. She was trying to forgive him and fuse her
stepfamily into a real one, so she did the "traditional" garter
thing. But the sight of her sicko father with his hands up her skirt was
almost more than I could take.
At my wedding next year (I hope) I will be throwing
neither garter nor bouquet, and if anyone finds that tacky or
You know, some of these "traditions" seem very
recent. No one I know who got married before the late '70s threw any
garter, or did more than wear one for the "something blue." And
no description of weddings from the first half of the century describe
bouquet-tossing. Frankly I don't consider either one of them true
traditions, just modern tackiness.
I've never seen nor heard of the
tradition where the father of the bride puts the garter on his
daughter. That one is rather bizarre.
HI, This is a horrible story of an accusation
that caused a friendship. I had a best friend for 16 years that I
went through many good and bad things with. When I got married she was
there and was a wonderful Maid of honor, although it was a JP wedding, and
there were no dresses or parties, we had a wonderful time.
Now, fast forward a few years. It's her turn, she
has found a man that she wants to spend the rest of her life with and has
asked me to be the Matron of Honor next to her sister who is the Maid of
honor with her cousin as a bridesmaid. I was very honored and
accepted splitting the "duties" with her 15 year old sister.
No problems with the dresses and activities, we were all there and did our
part to make her day the best day of her life. T
he wedding went off without a hitch and the reception
was nice. All though I had to leave early and was not able to assist with
the cleanup or watching the bride and groom leave the reception hall she
was understanding and completely supportive. By the time I got home
and was getting my children ready for bed she called and said that
$700 was missing from her purse that was sitting (unattended) in the
dressing room of the country club that the wedding and reception was held
at and that she felt that I had taken it due to the fact that I knew that
she had that money because I was with her all morning while she was
getting her hair done and nails done etc.
I was shocked. I was having problems and the money would
have helped me out a GREAT deal but I WOULD NEVER! They went on their
honeymoon and a few days later she called me to say that the money had not
shown up and she still felt that I had part in the
disappearance of it. I decided to tell her that I was no longer
going to beat myself up about it and that I would have never taken money
from her in anyway and that if she still felt that I had taken it that our
friendship was over. I did not call her back and am still heartbroken to
It's 5 years later I have no clue if she is still
married or if she has started her family. I have attempted to contact
her a few times, but just can't seam to put my heart into it. I know
that I did not take her money, I think that her new husband was
intimidated by our closeness and made her find a way to get me out of her
life. Well It worked. Is 16 years of friendship worth 700$?
I have long hesitated to submit this story, thinking
that you may not believe it. But after reading some of the horrors
on the site, I realize that truth really is stranger than fiction.
Submitted for your approval: This wedding happened in the late
80's. My friend's neighbor's daughter was getting married, and she
enlisted my friend as a bridesmaid. The wedding colors were blue and
yellow, because those were the colors of the prom dresses belonging to the
bridesmaids, which would be worn as bridal attendant gowns. The
bride's gown was borrowed, chosen for the style of the sleeves, as it
was important that the sleeves would hide the name of the bride's last
boyfriend, tattooed on her bicep.
The wedding took place in the family's front yard.
The men of the family piled old tires around a bare patch in front of the
steps to serve as seats, and threw blue and yellow toilet paper into the
trees for decoration. The refreshments consisted of cans
of beer iced down in coolers (which also doubled as seats).
The kicker? During the ceremony, the bride's
father kept running into the house to check the score of the football
game. At the end of the nuptials, he came onto the porch and
delivered his "toast", declaring that a good omen had just
transpired. The marriage would be successful, he predicted, because
the Saints had just won their game. Ai-EEEEEeee!
A few months ago, one of my good friends co-workers got
married. Apparently the wedding went dull, but fine (I wouldn’t know, I
didn’t receive an invite, the bride thinks I’m weird), but what
happened in the reception and after the ceremony is SO tacky, it really
boggles the mind!
First you have to know that this particular couple are
the perfect portrait of the token small town trailer trash—the only
difference is that instead of hubby wearing the wife-beater, the new bride
has a closet full of them. The now hubby worked (and still works) at a
Bingo hall for several months; not having friends of their own outside of
work, every single one of the people in their bridal party, was just
co-workers who worked with him at the Bingo hall. Right down to the flower
girl (who was the daughter of one of the Bingo Bridesmaids).
Right after their ceremony, they walked the WHOLE
wedding party, guests and all, into this Bingo hall where he works, in the
middle of the afternoon!! They took the party into a Bingo hall! Perhaps
to show off or get well wishes from them?? Who knows! But how incredibly
tacky is that??
A few years ago, I attended a friend's wedding. The
couple wanted to be married in a town 5 hours from where they lived; where
they had no connections, no family there, they just liked the town. We
were happy to make the long drive in order for the couple to have the
wedding at their preferred location.
However, the dinner reception was in yet another town,
an hour away. And following the reception, they asked everyone to come
bowling with them at- you guessed it- the same town they had the ceremony.
Another hour drive back. This wouldn't have been so bad had not all the
guests had to drive several hours to attend in the first place.
(Although I might be out of order on this one), the
bride wore a full length formal gown (suitable to an evening church
wedding, and she was a very educated woman) to a casual outdoor wedding in
the daytime where all the guests wore shorts and t-shirts. She insisted on
fancy processional with music even though her "procession"
consisted of six steps due to the cramped courtyard. There were several
other nuances that gave us the impression that she wished she could have
had a fancier wedding than she did. I know its the bride's day and she
should wear and have what she wants, but it just made us all feel bad for
her. There is nothing wrong with simple weddings. People come to celebrate
your union. None of us cared much about the pomp and circumstance, but
ended up feeling awkward about the whole situation.
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