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I was at my hair dresser one Saturday, and he was telling me
about a wedding he chose not to go to that day. Of course I asked why he
was not going. His reply was that Bride and Groom did not want presents.
I could not imagine why he would not want to go since I was thinking, wow a B
& G that just wanted the company of their family and friends. I
asked him if they let people know where donations could be made in their name.
He laughed and asked me what planet I was from. Puzzled, I looked at him
with raised eyebrows.
He told me that the invitation, had a disclaimer at the
bottom of it. I told him that I did not believe him and no one was that
tacky. Well, of course he left me with my hair standing on the top of my
head and went into his office. Out came a beautiful invitation,
beautiful paper, beautiful handwriting. The envelopes outer and inner
addressed properly.
When I read the invite, proper wording in the body, at the
bottom on the right hand side were the words, "The favor of your gift is
declined, only monetary gifts accepted." I swear on my favorite
cat's grave, I saw this with my own eyes. Well, I never found out what
happened at the wedding. I don't think they ever spoke to my hairdresser
again... but then again who cares. Who wants tacky, thoughtless, greedy people
in their lives.
FauxPasoftheYear0219-07
"The favor of your gift is
declined, only monetary gifts accepted." To diehard EHellions,
those words are like waving a red flag in front of a bull. We are
compelled to act upon those words in ways the bride and groom never envisioned
or intended. You want money as a gift? We'll give you money...our
way. Yes, we might give money....in a foreign denomination forcing the
recipient to expend time and energy going to a bank to get it converted.
Or wrapping up the lowest value of coinage into rolls which once again forces
the recipient to haul it to a bank to be converted. If a group of wedding
guests were to do this, it might take the use of a dolly to haul it all in to
the wedding. One hundred eighty-one pennies ($1.81) weighs a pound (16
ounces) so a generous gift of $100 would weigh about 54 pounds, give or take a
few ounces.
I was planning for my wedding a year in advance. We picked a
lovely location, had a beautiful church and the minister was the man who also
baptized my husband.
All the formalities went perfectly and we were driving in
our Victorian horse drawn buggy to the location where our party, cake and
other guests where waiting.
In Holland it is sort of a tradition for family and friends
to make up some poem about the couple, or a funny short performance. I
personally hate this. Just give me good food, drinks and music and I'll be
happy. So I told everybody not to rehearse stuff. I told my master of
ceremonies this to. Anyway, my husband's parents made a poem anyway starting
with an A and ending at Z.... It took a long time. The master of ceremonies
couldn't resist the parents of the groom. And I didn't mind. What I did mind
was that a couple of friends (my hubby's) thought "If they are allowed to
perform something, so are we". So they took the mike from the DJ and announced
their "play".
It involved a huge bra for my husband to wear over his suit.
And for me they made a huge fake penis to compliment my gown. It was tight
around my waist before I could say anything. I was horrified. I ran. Once
outside (alone, nobody followed me to help me) I could not undo this 'thing'
from my waist. My sister came to free me from it. Once back inside the
'friends' were seated in the back with my husband who was apologizing for my behavior!!! The friend felt really insulted by me!!! I left them there for
the party's sake but this was NOT the end of it. I wrote the 'friends' a
lovely letter which included the words; "thick skulled, most beautiful day of
my life ruined, idiots" and I concluded with an advise not to get married in my
lifetime, or take every precaution to keep it hidden from me.
Now years later, I still don't want to see any of them. But
my grandma, co-workers, real friends and family still remembers and now and
then bring it up. They can laugh about it now. I can't.
FauxPasoftheYear0202-07
First, my condolences on marrying a
spineless, pansy-man of a husband who lacked the basic decency and testicular
fortitude as a gentleman to publicly support his wife. I suspect much of
your angst of your memories is the realization that your husband did not
protect his beloved, his partner he just committed to love and HONOR.
Your memories might have been considerable different had he stood up to defend
you.
Second, people who publicly humiliate their
alleged loved ones are selfish cretins who derive pleasure in public
spectacles of embarrassment. They place their victims in awkward,
compromising situations and then manipulatively accuse them of not being
"good sports" when the victim objects. Who needs self-serving
"friends" like that? Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Third, I wouldn't have wasted an iota of
energy writing these "friends" anything. You owed them no
explanation, no apologies and no rants about how uncouth they were. If
they did it to get a "rise from you", they achieved the goal and now
have written evidence of their success. Fourth,
I wouldn't waste any more time allowing this incident or these people to live in
your brain rent free, stealing more and more contentment and happiness as you
replay the scene over and over again. There comes a time to take ownership
of the memory and refuse to further be a victim of it. It's time to see
the humor of it all from YOUR perspective, not as a victim being the focus of
someone else's humor. So many heinous stories get sent to Ehell and
instead of bemoaning the utter depravity of some people, all one can do is
laugh. Heartily. At them.
A few years ago I was invited to the wedding of a former
friend. We have not been close for a number of years but nonetheless, I
attended her bridal shower and wedding.
The wedding was held in her church that was semi converted
from an old bank building with the bridal procession coming out of the bank
vault. The reception was held in the same room and was called a
"dessert" reception. This consisted of a few store bought cakes and
some deli sandwiches on the side of the room.
Half of the guests didn't touch the cakes or sandwiches and
about 90 minutes after the ceremony, I noticed many of them looking at their
watches. Also, the room became very quiet. It came out that the bridal party
and about half of the guests (those who didn't eat the deli sandwiches) were
scheduled to have a catered sit down dinner after the rest of us left. It was
apparent by this time that they were getting hungry and were hoping that the
other half would soon leave.
My advice to anybody planning a wedding is this; If you can
afford a wedding of 50 guests, then don't invite 100. If you want an intimate
wedding with close friends and relatives, then don't invite people who are old
friends or not close friends. My former friend's wedding will be remembered as
an embarrassment and the worst social blunder I've ever witnessed.
FauxPasoftheYear0113-07
I am having a garden wedding and my fiancé and I wanted a
very simple event he is wearing a suit shirt and tie, nothing fancy and
I was going to wear a yellow cocktail dress. Anyway when a friend of mine heard
this she kept saying how nice it would be if I wore a wedding dress
and would bring over bridal magazines to see what types I liked. I thought I
had finally got through to her when she stopped talking about it. Three
months later she arrives at my house with her mother and a
"surprise". She had actually got her mother to make me a dress. It's
beautiful but just so formal. I didn't know what to say. I am still
not sure if I should wear the dress or just wear what I had in mind. They are
expecting to see me in it on the day!
FauxPasoftheYear0212-07
I think the one question I ask the most during
the wedding planning is, "Who is being served by this?" Some
people need a nudge (and some a massive shove) to get them to see that their
wants, needs, plans and actions are either meant to serve their own selfishness
or selflessly serve someone else. Most of the time, it's the former
motivation. Your friend may have truly felt she was serving you by
providing a surprise wedding dress but if she had really thought about it, who
is really being served here? I doubt she would have been thrilled with
someone making a surprise dress for her so really her plan and execution was to
serve her need to see you in a white wedding dress. Have mercy on the
mother who may have thought she was making a dress for some poor, cash strapped
friend of her daughter.
This is an example of the kind of not-so-subtle hints you
have to apply when straight talk isn't effective, and the rudeness
of taking people for granted isn't a one-time Oops, but a fairly ingrained
habit. When you interact with people like that frequently, you eventually have
to educate them. Here are the whacks with the Hint Hammer, followed by the
Clue By Four, and the last straw that led to the Clue By Four.
"Darla" has no car. She has no driver's license. She hasn't figured
out that when you want someone to give you a ride, you have to ask and you
have to ask in a timely manner and you have to ask at such a time when it
isn't going to make your ride go to ridiculous lengths.
Whack #1,
the Hint Hammer: There was a gathering at a friend's house with about 15
people, including Darla. The host lives a few blocks away from me and it
was summer. I walked there. We had a nice time. When the gathering was over,
it was about 10 PM. We all left around the same time, said our good-byes,
and I walked down the street toward my house. Everyone else who drove piled
into their cars. I noticed that I wasn't alone. Darla was
trotting behind me like a puppy. I asked where she was going.
"I thought I was riding with you." "I didn't drive.
My car's at home. In the garage. I walked." I looked back and saw
that all of the cars had left. I told her that she should never assume
anything and that she should always ask first. I did give her a ride home, and
it came with that lecture. She never apologized for my going out of my
way to take her home. I thought that this incident plus the
straight lecture would be enough to remind Darla that she needs to ask,
not assume. I was wrong.
Whack #2, the Clue By Four: Darla hasn't
figured out that when you have no car and luggage to haul home, you should
accept offers from people with cars. If you turn down those offers, you should
have a ride already lined up instead of assuming that someone will take you
home at the precise moment you're ready to leave. At a yearly
weekend event taking place at a hotel in town, an event that can involve
heavy drinking in the hospitality suites in the evenings, and always includes
a hot tub run on the last day, Darla, several other people, and I had gone out
to dinner after the event was officially over. Darla was offered a ride by no
fewer than two people. She turned both down. Offer #1 came before
dinner and she wanted to go out with us. Offer #2 came immediately after we
got back to the hotel, as another friend was going home about that time. She
wanted to stick around and hit the hot tub with us. There may have been other
offers, none of which she accepted. We were well aware that she was going to
ask for a ride just after the hot tub run, just when it was time to finish off
the alcohol or crash after the action-filled weekend.
This had happened
several times and we were sick of it. Remember that being direct and
telling her what's expected has been tried repeatedly and didn't work. It
was time for an object lesson. We had some alcohol we had left
over and we were all still in a party mood, including Darla's sister
and brother-in-law. We had passed around a bottle of pre-mixed drinks earlier
in the weekend and if we didn't drink it, the booze would go bad. They
included Mudslides and other similar things. We had all planned to finish off
the pre-mixes, and maybe open other things if we were still of a mind to.
Darla had to work the next day and couldn't stay over. If
she could have stayed, we had space in the hotel room for her. We were also
getting (intentionally, I might add) toasted. So toasted that we would not be
legal to drive. Darla's sister was refilling the cups after we emptied them,
in agreement with the application of the Clue By Four. All of the
people with cars were getting buzzed. Darla's sister and brother-in-law were
equally unwilling to take her home. They'd witnessed at least one of the
offers that was turned down. We polished off the partial bottle and Darla's
sister suggested opening another bottle. We did, and continued our heavy
drinking. We weren't going anywhere until the morning. She ended
up mumbling to herself and getting more and more agitated, and finally called
a taxi. Lest you think the second whack seemed a bit mean, here is
the incident that led up to the drunk-fest. We planned Whack #2 after this, to
go into effect if she pulled the same trick again.
The Camel's
Back Breaks: Darla, Darla's sister, Darla's brother-in-law, a couple other
people, including Ian, and I were at the annual weekend event the year before
Whack #2. Darla had to work the day after the event and was hanging around
after the festivities were officially over. People staying over at the hotel
usually hang out and finish off munchies and talk and hit the hot tub. It's
what's known as a Dead Dog Party. Darla could have gone earlier
with other people who were leaving, but she A: wanted to go out to dinner. B:
wanted to socialize. C: wanted to be home before it was too late, meaning
before 11 PM. Ian, a thoroughly nice guy, has a car. He offered to
take her home immediately after dinner, as we were all carpooling to
a restaurant near the hotel. She said no, she wanted to stay and chat. It
would have been very easy to drop her off after dinner, and it was not that
far out of the way. We all wanted to hit the hot tub, but Darla
whined about needing a ride home and was looking for volunteers. It was 10 PM,
the hot tub and pool close at 11. No one was volunteering. I have
a car, too. But I'd already loaded it with all the junk our group brought for
the event and there wasn't any room to put a passenger, let alone luggage for
a second person. I know how much my car can carry and I take maximum load to
and from each year. Darla continued to stew and mumble to herself
and become agitated and whine and wheedle.
The question wasn't whether someone
would agree to take her home to shut her up or to avoid a blow-up, but who
would crumble first. It wasn't going to be me, I'd just as soon let her work
herself into a tizzy, all the while reminding her that she had opportunities
to go home already. Other people are nicer than I am. When you say
"No", they act as if you don't have that right, and many people just
give in at that point. No one is immune. Ian wasn't happy about
it, but he reluctantly agreed to take her home. When he got back to the hotel,
it was after 11 and the pool and hot tub were closed. Ian, Darla's sister, and
Darla's brother-in-law, and I planned Whack #2 for the following year for the
express purpose of educating the clueless. Darla's getting better.
She still hasn't mastered the art of not taking friends' vehicles for
granted, but she is slowly improving.
FauxPasoftheYear0307-07
Why did I put this story into Faux Pas of
the Year? I can't remember. Maybe it's the plan to get drunk just to
apply a Clue by Four to someone.
A little memory from about ten years ago, when I was
working as a checkout girl in a supermarket:
It was close to Christmas, and very busy in our store, when
a lady at my checkout realized she had too little money to pay for all her
shopping. She paused for a second, thinking which items to take back, when the
guy next in line said: "Ah, you know what, it's pretty much Christmas,
I’ll pay for your shopping". (The lady had a small baby and looked a
bit worse for wear as well, so I thought, such a nice gesture...)
I think a few seconds passed before the lady quickly ran
back into the store, picked up a chicken, and added it to her shopping. Me and
the guy were dumbfounded, and he still paid for her. I think we were still
wondering "what the ...." when she was already up and out the shop.
It still makes me laugh when I think of how silent the queue
was when she did that, blinking their eyes, it was so out of this world.
It took a few seconds to compose ourselves and get on with things.
FauxPasoftheYear0311-07
I'm such a mean, old cuss, I guess.
Had I made the offer, it would have been for THESE groceries. By adding
more to it, the woman defaulted on the agreement and voided my offer. I
would have looked at her and said, "I'm sorry. I agreed to pay for
these groceries. The addition of further food without consultation or
permission negates my initial offer. Have a nice holiday!"
Extraordinary examples of being
blessed by complete strangers are indeed extra ordinary and should
elicit astonished gratitude. Not a frenzied dash to pile on more.
After being a loyal father for 32 years, sending my
daughter to private schools, college and law school, we had a
disagreement. She said to my wife and I that she would be married
on her own. I said OK. A year now passes. However, one month prior
to her planned wedding she called me to say that she wanted me at her wedding,
and that it would be an informal affair on the beach sand at a resort hotel.
At the same time she obliges me to apologize to her future in-laws. For
what? Of course I understood this to be a no-aisle affair, and she did not say that there
would be an aisle. To my surprise, as all of the guests and I
stood on the patio overlooking the beach sand, she comes walking 100 yards
from the hotel to an improvised podium/altar preceded by a flower girl right
past me. I was so stunned that I was speechless, and remained
stunned for a week. Later, I concluded that she wanted to punish me for our
disagreement. The 20 guests, and my own wife and 2 sons said nothing to me,
and I determined that all of them were in on this shameful surprise which
had been premeditated.
FauxPasoftheYear0414-07
For such a short post, it seems you presume
quite a bit. The presumption that paying for college equates to
expressions of love, the presumption that there would be no aisle to walk your
daughter down, the presumption that this was premeditated revenge for your
argument a year earlier, and the presumption that your wife and 2 sons
conspired together to hide this from you prior to the wedding. There may
be more to this story than what was submitted but my initial reaction was that
you presumed the worst without further evidence presented to support your
beliefs.
I'd love to hear the other side of this
story.
So here's the mother of tacky invites...I opened the mail
yesterday to find a wedding invitation from an old
friend of my husband's, whom we'll call John. I'd heard
through the grapevine that John was getting married to a wealthy girl and that
they were planning a ritzy wedding. The invitation was printed on expensive
paper and although it was clear they'd spent a lot of money on it, the
invitation was extremely gaudy. I didn't make much of it and read to find out
that the event would be held in the country club. The invitation went on to
say that there would be a cocktail hour followed by a 6 course dinner, an open
bar, and live music. You can imagine my surprise when I continued to read and
found the following line printed towards the bottom: $115 cover charge.
Yes, they are actually charging people to attend their
wedding! Who in their right mind spends months bragging about the fancy
wedding they're throwing only to later ask their guests to
finance it? Who prints a COVER CHARGE on an invitation?
I'm fantasizing about sending them an etiquette book, a
financial planning book with a note about how sorry I am about their financial
difficulties, or placing the invitation in a nice frame, highlighting the
section where it says 'cover charge' and writing 'WTF?' next to it. I
will most likely go with a cash donation in their name (do you know of any
etiquette organizations I could donate to?)
FauxPasoftheYear0418-07
Lucky you! You got invited to feed someone's
Gimme Pig! Here is what you'll be missing:
I just returned from my youngest sister “Kate’s”
wedding this last weekend. Our other sister “Traci” and I are so
hurt over the way our sister treated us throughout the entire process.
We know there is no rule that says the bride’s sisters
have to be included in the wedding party, of course, but we are sisters, and
we have always gotten along well, at least I had always thought we did, so
Traci and I were a little bit surprised that we weren’t asked. My
thought was that Kate probably didn’t think either of us would be able to
manage being actual wedding participants, due to the fact that I live 2,000
miles away from where the wedding was, and Traci is a struggling single mom
who would have had trouble affording a bridesmaid dress, shoes, and
accessories, and also wouldn’t have anyone to look after her kids during the
ceremony. Wanting to give Kate the benefit of the doubt, and not wanting
to cause any kind of rift, neither of us said anything to anyone but each
other about our hurt feelings over not being asked. I should add here
that both my sisters were included in my wedding, as flower girl and junior
bridesmaid (I am the eldest sister and got married many years ago when my
sisters were still young). In addition, I was Traci’s Matron of Honor
when she got married the first time. (Kate had prior commitments that
prevented her from attending either of Traci’s weddings.)
Kate and “Mark’s” engagement was 15 months long, so,
while not being asked to be bridesmaids, I still thought that at some point we
would be asked to perform some role or position of importance of some kind.
Finally, a couple of months before the wedding she asked us (by email) if we
would be “usherettes” – show guests where to put the gifts, have them
sign the guest book, and pass out programs. We both really felt like we
were nothing more than an afterthought with this request, but I still thought
we would be given some kind of consideration before the wedding, since we all
got an email a couple of weeks before the big day with the pre- and
post-ceremony schedule, and saw in big letters with lots of exclamation marks
the pre-photo Hair and Makeup!!! Surely, we thought, we’re her
sisters, we will be included in this! HA! Not only were we
completely snubbed here, when Traci went upstairs, where the hair and makeup
session was going on, to find a washroom, she was actually SHOOED AWAY!
We had been told in no uncertain terms were we to be there for photos at a
certain time, but were then left sitting in a room without so much as a glass
of water for two hours till it was finally time for us to be in the pictures.
Immediately after the photo session, during the 30 or so
minutes before the wedding started, instead of getting to visit with family,
whom I hadn’t seen for a few years since I live so far away, I was whisked
off to stand by the front door so I could greet guests, show them where to put
the gifts, have them sign the guest book, and give them their programs.
Traci was busy with her kids and didn’t join me till about the last 15
minutes or so, but there we were, away from everyone else, standing by the
constantly opening door, made worse by the fact that the temperature was below
freezing, with strong winds, heavy sleet, and freezing rain pouring in.
It ended up being a bigger and more difficult job than I thought it was going
to be, and I realized we weren’t “afterthoughts” as I had originally
thought, but more like hired help, and we didn’t even get so much as a thank
you for it.
At the same time Kate asked us to be usherettes she also
asked our only brother “Bob” if he would read a poem they chose, and
possibly give her away if our dad was not able to. So there was Bob, up
front near the bride, groom, and attendants, while Traci and I were relegated
to audience members. The hall where the wedding was held for some reason
couldn’t manage to put out more than about a dozen chairs for well over 100
guests, so my husband and kids weren’t even able to sit with me.
At the reception, we never once saw our sister and new
brother-in-law. I don’t have any idea where they were. I’ve
never been to a wedding reception that the newly married couple didn’t at
least try to say a few words to as many of the guests as they could;
especially family members, many of whom went to a great deal of effort and
expense to attend. Not a word about being happy to see us, no thanks for
coming, nothing. I know they were there because when it was time for
dancing we all were forced upstairs and made to sit and watch the bride and
groom have their first dance. Even then, they couldn’t seem to be
bothered to speak to any of us, and, after another hour or so, we decided to
leave, so we went to say good-bye (I know you’re not supposed to leave
before the bride and groom do, but they didn’t follow a lot of the usual
traditions, for example, she didn’t throw her bouquet and Mark didn’t toss
her garter). She was talking to someone at the time, but after a couple
of minutes she did turn to me and I said that I wanted to say good-bye, how
beautiful the wedding was, etc., and she just said, oh ok, bye. Still no
“thanks for coming”, “thanks for working”, not even a hug.
Oddly, it was our dad who noticed the snub, and commented on
it to Traci. Our mom, a self-proclaimed etiquette expert, doesn’t seem
to think there was a thing wrong with Kate’s behavior at all.
FauxPasoftheYear0418-07
The following happened to a good friend of mine,
"Fiona" (names have been changed); a woman who has been through very
difficult times yet has always found a way to share the goodness in her heart.
She was working at a certain company around Christmas time 2006 and her team
mentioned drawing names to exchange gifts. These gifts would be given at
the annual company Christmas Luncheon. (It was a small company so the
party was held at a local restaurant.) It was agreed by all that each
person would leave a short list of items they would like to receive on their
desks in order to assist a co-worker who may not have an idea what to
purchase.
My friend drew the name of someone hereafter known as UGR -
Ungrateful Gift Receiver. UGR's list had one request; a gift card to a
local restaurant. Easy enough, my friend thought. However, a gift
card isn't much fun to unwrap, so Fiona went to Wal-Mart to find something
else. UGR's love for penguins was well known throughout the office so
when Fiona found a small penguin cookie jar, she thought she'd found the
perfect gift. She took it home, filled it with candy & the gift
card, taped it shut, wrapped it, and took it to the Christmas Luncheon.
There, they exchanged gifts, enjoyed themselves, and Fiona went home feeling
pretty good.
The following Monday, she found a note on her desk sitting
next to the still partially wrapped penguin cookie jar. Below is the
note (complete with grammatical errors).
"I’m so sorry that I
can’t except the gift that you gave me because it’s not what I wanted and
I honestly don’t have any use for it. I know that you and the others got
what you all wish for on the wish lists, too bad it wasn’t the same for me.
If people can’t afford gifts or exchanges then I feel that there is nothing
wrong with NOT participating. I didn’t want to tell you anything at (name of
restaurant deleted) Saturday because it would have been embarrassing for you.
I guess my wish list was useless. Just to let you know I have no hard
feelings. God Bless You. "
Naturally, my friend was hurt. She would
have let it go and nursed her wounds but another friend and I convinced her to
respond. I completely admit this was probably not within etiquette
standards, but we couldn't just let her get away with what she did to Fiona.
So with our help, Fiona penned and sent the response:
I just wanted to
apologize to you for the gift exchange misunderstanding. I'm sorry you
didn't like the gift. I'm even more sorry you didn't appreciate the gesture in
which it was intended. I'm sorry you don't realize that it really IS the
thought that counts. I'm sorry you felt you had to write such a
passive-aggressive note instead of just accepting the gift graciously. I'm
sorry you miss the entire point of the Christmas season. It's not about how
much or what you get, it's about what you give. Most of all, though, I'm sorry
you never found the gift card at the bottom of the cookie jar.
Shortly
after UGR received the note, she sent Fiona an instant message. Below is
the conversation:
UGR: May I see you in private, maybe like now. Breakroom
Fiona:
No, thank you. We've said our parts. Let's just leave it and go on our happy
ways.
UGR: OK, but all I know is that God knows the real truth about
you.
Fiona
never responded. She figured if UGR hadn't gotten the point with her
initial note, she probably never would. Luckily, she no longer works
there and is now happier at her new job.
FauxPasoftheYear0429-07
Why couldn't UGR "get away with what she
did" to Fiona? The last laugh is on UGR. The ultimate Ehell
approved reaction would have been for Fiona to have accepted return of the
cookie jar, placed it on her desk or the staff break room for others to enjoy
the candy and then relished using the restaurant gift card in quiet
satisfaction, content in the knowledge she had done the right thing. But,
instead Fiona takes a flying dive right into the pig pen with UGR and instead of
being a humorous inside joke at UGR's own expense and choosing, it merely
degrades into pettiness.
It's pretty amazing to me how you purport to be such an
etiquette maven, yet you are so unbelievably rude to so many people who write
to you.
Someone throws their own birthday party. BIG DEAL. You think
this is an etiquette problem? How about spread a little less uptight hatred
and a little more love?
I'd suggest catching up with the times. It will never be
okay to register for people to pay for your wedding. But organizing your own
birthday party? Get over it. Pick your battles, Etiquette Queen.
FauxPasoftheYear0506-07
My husband has a useful phrase, "If you
throw a rock into a pack of dogs, the one that yelps is the one that got
hit." Awww, did someone get bonked
on the head when I lobbed my rock into the pack of people having
birthdays? You probably had a rip-snorting birthday party you hosted
in your own honor and since everyone knows birthdays are gift-giving occasions,
you probably got gifts, too! Pretty darn cool! After years of annual
practice directing people how best to honor you on your special birthdays,
you're all primed and ready for your wedding day, the bestest day EVER for being
the center of attention. <We'll
just kinda whisper here that persons who host their own birthday parties are a
desperate and pitiable sort of people. Imagine the pathetic situation of having
friends and family that couldn't be bothered to honor their loved ones with a
party every once in a while so the birthday "boy/girl" has to organize
it themselves. Or maybe it's that they have but the honoree is a greedy
sucker who wants a party every. single. year. >
Check out the discussion
on the forum about this submission, my response to it and my
comments.
Having read and enjoyed so many of your wedding-related
stories, I begin to realize that perhaps I owe my guests an apology. Because
we were on a budget (the entire wedding including my dress came in at under
two thousand dollars), we "did the reception on the cheap" by having
no drinking, DJ, or dancing.
Our motive in not having any of that was financial, but it
didn't occur to us that the relatives and longtime family friends would file
us under "tacky" for it.
My fiancé's mother invited 50 or so relatives from her side
of the family, and I fill up the other 50 seats with my own friends and family
as well as some family friends who have known me for 15 years. No one had to
travel more than 2 hours, and one reason the wedding was held at 1:00 was to
ensure that no one would have to spend the night or have hours of down time.
The wedding ceremony was great, everything we hoped it would
be.
The reception was held at 2p.m. at the fellowship hall next
to the church and was scheduled to be (and was) over by 4:00. We served punch
and a variety of finger foods, including finger sandwiches, chicken salad,
spinach dip, and other snacks that were not designed to feed everyone a full
sit-down meal but to carry them through that time between lunch and dinner.
Everyone would be back home by 6 p.m.
No alcohol was served at the request of the groom's mother,
which was OK with us. We had not hired musicians or a DJ because we couldn't
afford it. Several dear friends who sang in regional theater and award-winning
a cappella groups were kind enough to provide some simple singing during the
reception.
The decorations were ribbons, silk fall foliage and raffia,
which my sisters and I put up in the fellowship hall the day before.
For entertainment, everyone seemed to have a fine time
visiting with one another (it was family reunion time for my husband's side,
and the bride's guests were all getting along well). We circulated heavily,
making sure not to miss anyone, cut the cake, threw the bouquet, and ran out
into a hail of birdseed.
I had (sniff) thought it was a lovely wedding and reception
and still treasure the memories of it. But now that I have seen so many
postings deriding cheapo receptions and not enough food, I fear that I have
done wrong.
Oh, P.S. Some gave lovely gifts, some gave unlovely gifts,
some gave no gifts, but all who gave any gift at all received a personally
handwritten note within one week of the wedding (we had a short honeymoon,
three days).
Tell me, am I .... gulp ... tacky?
FauxPasoftheYear00-
Sounds like my wedding. And I am never
tacky. Ever.
Where do I start? I should have realized when I
got my engagement ring that things were never going to be what I dreamed of.
I already had a child from a previous relationship (I had never been married)
and my current boyfriend and I have a beautiful baby girl. My
boyfriend presented a ring to me after a session of sex. To tell you the
truth I don't even remember the actual date (2001) or even what he said when
he gave it to me. I have since found out that he had planned an evening
out but changed his mind and cancelled that after we had a argument, previous
to giving me the engagement ring- Who does that?
My boyfriend had been
engaged to someone else. I have found out that he took her out to dinner
and proposed and then they had a party with everything. The photos of
this are still in our garage. How do think I feel about that? Time
goes on and getting married never gets mentioned again. Three years
after I first got my engagement ring I found out that I was having twins.
Still no mention of getting married. I was informed that one of my twins
appeared to have a health problem and I was told that I may have them early
resulting in two sick babies. I was very scared and this is the point
when I suggested that for our babies' sake, should anything go wrong, that we
at least be married so that they have their right names in the hospital. We
had an agreement to have a quickie wedding and redo it after the babies were
born with a proper party, etc for our friends and family.
At no point
did I see any enthusiasm coming from him. I was totally reliant on
him for money as I didn't work and he worked for himself. He gave me
money for shopping only. How was I supposed to plan anything better than
this with no budget at all.
We were married on Australia Day
weekend 2004 by a marriage celebrant at home. My preparations were
as follows: We paid the celebrant $100 and we were supposed to give her
the balance of $300 when she did it again at the later date this has never
happened and its 2007. I wore a red dress that I had in my
wardrobe - the only one that fitted me being five months pregnant. I
prepared my own food, basic platters. We had nine people at my wedding,
myself and the groom, my mother, my mother in-law & partner, the best man
& partner and my friend & partner. It wasn't even on par with a prison
wedding - trust me I watch the crime channel. The groom wore a shirt and
jeans and the best man wore runners. When it was time to commence
the ceremony my friend had to usher the best man and the groom outside away
from the cricket on the TV. The ceremony commenced and then it
was over. Someone took a few happy snaps with his camera that looked
like it came off the ark. When it came to signing the paperwork the only
photo I have of that is of my friend and the best man - it looked like they
got married. Speeches! What speeches! The
best man rambled on about how he had known us for sometime and we would be
good together. That was it.
My new husband said nothing to me the
whole day and night, other then general chit chat. I have never felt so
belittled and humiliated as I did that day. Cake!
I bought a cake from a shop the day before. My new mother in law bought
the bride & groom cake topper she had from the 1950's and put it on my
cake. It somehow got broken on the way to our house, but she stated
that will do!!! Not one person (apart from my friend) bought a
present or a flower.
The next day I got up and cleaned up,
threw up (morning sickness) and proceeded to do the washing as I have done
every other day. I see a counselor fro various things
relating to my life and this is one issue that I have never gotten over. I
will never get the opportunity to even try on a dress to get married in or
feel anything special about the one day in your life that is supposed to be
your happiest. Our anniversary is always a constant feeling of
devastation for me and I think it always will be. I now cannot go
to weddings or even watch them on television without having an anxiety attack.
It really is a dreadful feeling to have.
The one person I do blame in all of this is
MYSELF........ for not standing up and getting what I want.
Girls don't let men treat you any less than you think you deserve. You
will regret it for the rest of your lives, I do!!!
FauxPasoftheYear0531-07
Better to live single and unattached with
one's dreams and hopes intact than to be married with shattered dreams and
living a nightmare.
As a church musician, I meet with Bridezillas more often
than I care to, in preparation for nuptial ceremonies. What amazes me is
the facility with which brides are manipulated by friends and family members;
for example, a bride can pull her "best friend{s}" aside for a
heart-to-heart chat, and mention that "she's not really sure if she
should go through with (this) wedding....!" All those people
(the people other--than--the--bride") have to do ----is reply, "What
color are the tablecloths going to be at the reception?" and bingo!
everything's on and moving again... ("OH! well I was THINKING
of a nice SEAFOAM GREEN----to match my teeth...!") Why don't
all the BrideZillas who read this defer to their church organist for
"taste judgments"? We see SO many things done in the WORST of all
possible tastes that the rarity of a TASTEFUL wedding is a welcome relief! My
NEXT submission will be on the subject of the "certified" wedding
coordinator." What a joke...!
FauxPasoftheYear0603-07
Your last sentence is the sole reason for
this post being in Faux Pas of the Year since I cannot understand what you are
saying in the previous four sentences. "Certified
wedding coordinator" can be a joke. I'm not certified by anyone nor a
member of a professional organization. I stay plenty busy enough solely by
word of mouth and reputation. I attended a wedding once where the
"certified coordinators" who had charged the bride a tidy $75/hour,
yet didn't even have duct tape in their emergency kit arsenal and had to borrow
mine. In fact, shoelaces, a ribbon, pins also came out of my own emergency
kit. What kind of coordinators don't have duct tape and pins? Not
having duct tape and pins is like showing up to a job interview with half your
wardrobe missing.
Is it possible to get a valuable addendum put on an entry?
Mine was Bridezillas0806-03
and starts with “The newly engaged couple …” at the
top of the page. And there’s a real whammy involved in the update.
UPDATE June 21, 2007
Time passed after the couple’s wedding and slowly, bit by
bit, we became closer to them. We began to realize that not only were we
wrong about them, we’d been led astray by a couple of mutual “friends”
(and I use the word loosely) who made fun of them to the extent that they even
did mean-spirited imitations of them. Still, we’re responsible for
judging people characters on our own, and my then-partner (now husband) and I
take full responsibility for being gullible enough to listen.
So little by little we began to realize that the erstwhile
bride wasn’t a b****; she just was honest about her preferences. The
erstwhile groom wasn’t a pushover; he was an easy-going fellow with the
patience of Job.
Meanwhile, we got farther and farther away, socially
speaking, from the couple who had convinced us that the bride and groom were
just awful. (That couple had, in fact, urged me to submit the bridezilla
story in the first place, and there are aspects of what went on through the
wedding planning and the wedding I wouldn’t have known about had they not
been telling us of them. The female half of the couple was a
bridesmaid.)
Then came the night, a couple of years after I wrote the
long-forgotten bridezilla story, that the former groom --- by then a close
friend --- came to our house, knocked on the door, and presented me with a
print-out of the bridezilla story downloaded from the ‘Net.
I was horrified.
And amazed. How did he find out about an anonymous
posting, years old, in the far-reaching muddle that is the Internet?
There were no names, no dates, no places, no nothing that could have led
anyone to it.
There was only one explanation, and it turned out to be the
correct one.
The couple who had said atrocious things behind their backs
and even urged me to submit the bridezilla story had told them.
I was given the opportunity to apologize to the former bride
and groom, and I did so, profusely and honestly. I said that I had
misjudged, and I had. I did not play the “led astray” card because,
lastly and finally, we’re all responsible for our actions.
The upshot is that the backstabbing couple lost on their
gamble to drive yet another wedge between the ex-bride and groom and we.
It didn’t take genius IQs for the four of us to realize the couple had been
trying to play us against one another for years, and in the end they used
their last, most vicious ammo --- the existence of the bridezilla story ---and
it backfired.
Come to find out that the whole time they were making cruel
fun of the bride and groom behind their backs to us, they were doing the same
thing about us to the bride and groom.
None of us have spoken to the blabbing backstabbers in two
years now, and none of us have any intention of ever doing so.
Meanwhile, the ex-bride and groom and we are closer than ever, having survived
that particular piece of ugliness.
My partner and I got married last weekend and the onetime
bride and groom were a huge help. I told them both if they saw me going
into bridezilla mode about anything, please just slap some sense into me.
They never did.
I’d like to think it’s because they never had to!
There are several morals to this story:
The Bridezilla site is wonderful for blowing off steam and
for helping other people know they’re not alone in dealing with wedding
insanity. Not to mention it being riotously funny. Just make sure
that your “anonymous” really is, and that no vile backstabbers can dime
you on it. If a couple of “friends” are making fun of another couple who
are ostensibly their “friends” in front of you, chances are 100% they’re
doing it to you behind your back too. I’ll take a full-on bridezilla over a
backstabber any day.
FauxPasoftheYear0621-07
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