Imagine a world where brides insisted on the most peculiar themes, like a rainbow extravaganza with a mishmash of neon, pastels, and jewel tones clashing in one small room. Or picture a bridezilla who demanded not only a picture-perfect ceremony but also assigned a maid of honor to ensure her well-mannered sister behaved impeccably throughout the entire affair. Oh, the lengths some couples go to in pursuit of their wedding day dreams! Laugh along with us, shake your head in disbelief, and marvel at the absurdity of it all.
My friends were getting married, and my girlfriend and I were both at the wedding party. The bride’s mother suggested that my girlfriend get hair extensions to be in the wedding to not “ruin the photos” for her daughter. My girlfriend has very short hair because she has Grave’s disease. Her hair has become very brittle and started falling out in clumps.
I’m sure it wasn’t intended to be rude, but telling somebody that have to put on a wig because you don’t think they look good enough to be in your daughter’s photos seems pretty terrible to me.
Outdoor wedding with no backup plan on the shores of Lake Michigan. Pouring rain and wind but the happy couple requested no umbrellas because they wanted to be able to see the faces in the crowd.
They were able to see the very wet and angry faces of people whose clothes were ruined while the bride and groom stayed dry under the gazebo.
I was the maid of honor at my then-best friend’s wedding, her request was to make sure her ex-boyfriend did not show up to the wedding. That does not seem too unreasonable right? Well her ex lived in another state, was one of the nicest people I have ever met, and was happily engaged to another girl.
It was my job, the day of the wedding, not to help her get ready or anything like that but to check with the ushers, caterers, family, and guests to make sure her ex did not show up. She consistently asked me if he was there, which mind you he wasn’t! When she was getting paranoid that he was going to show up she did not get her hair done in time which was my fault since I did not keep her up to date every single minute of the day on whether or not he showed up.
Her wedding started 45 minutes late and she told everyone it was my fault since I was not there to help her even though I was doing her bidding. But at the end of the night, she cried and told everyone I was her best friend in the whole world!!
Her ex never showed up – we do not talk anymore – she is bloody insane.
In college, I was the best man for a wedding where the bride demanded we all wear designer suits. I had to sell a guitar to afford just the rental. I had no money before, and after I had no money and one less guitar.
Then at the reception, the groom pulled me aside and told me it was my job as best man to make sure their marriage went well. I was supposed to check in and help them with marriage stuff to make sure they didn’t get divorced.
I looked him in the eye and said I can’t be responsible for your marriage. He didn’t talk to me from that second until just a couple of months ago. 6 years after his wedding.
I was the maid of honor. She demanded I come to pull weeds out of her parents’ yard a day or two before the wedding because the reception was at her parent’s house. I had already gone through multiple ridiculous requests the week leading up to the wedding, so this one I put my foot down and said no. Got through the wedding. No longer friends. She did send a gift when I got married. A centerpiece from HER wedding, that I had helped make.
I got asked to stand up for a wedding during culinary school for a high school friend. She said she didn’t want us to buy presents, but wanted us to help with various wedding things since it was a backyard wedding like someone helping with the flowers, another do favors, table setting, etc. She wanted to know if I could help with dinner. I said sure and asked her what she wanted help with, figuring it was prep work for someone else to do.
No, she wanted me to handle the whole dinner. As in cooking for 200 people, as a 19-year-old having only done a year of culinary school. She also wanted me to help pay for the food I’d be making, as their gift. She wanted me to make caesar salad, potatoes au gratin, and roast enough ducks for 200, by myself, and pay for about half of it.
I was learning how to be a pastry chef. I explained and she just stared at me blankly. I told her I could do the cake easily enough, but she insisted she wanted a ‘real’ cake, from a bakery.
I told her there wasn’t any feasible way I could do it, not only because that’s f*cking crazy, but because I literally wasn’t trained to do it, and I got disinvited from the wedding.
They apparently served bagged salad, boxed potatoes and broasted chicken from Walmart.
Bridesmaid to my sister. She demanded that I grow my fringe (bangs) out months before because quote “I don’t want anyone’s hair blowing in the wind, it all has to stay perfectly still”.
Also, I’m quite pale so she insisted I had to wear fake tan. I originally went bought a pale tan colour but the morning of the wedding she made me pile it on. It was pretty hot that day so subsequently, it stained my pale pink dress.
Was still an amazing wedding regardless. Also, I like to think that when I get married I have two ridiculous request cards. Two things she has to do and I’ll bring up her wedding if she refuses.
I was a bridesmaid and my SO was a groomsman, and we were banned from looking at, speaking to or dancing with each other for fear of ‘out-cuting’ the happy couple. We’d been together for 5 years at this point.
We didn’t do it, but the request alone was outrageous.
A friend asked me to be a bridesmaid in her shotgun wedding that was to take place in a little over a month. She has us order semi-expensive dresses and they HAD to be altered to a certain length. Shoes had to be ordered. Toenails had to be painted a neutral color and fingernails had to be French manicure. We weren’t allowed to paint our own nails-we HAD to get them done at a salon. Hair HAD to be done professionally by her hairstylist. And we were not, under any circumstance, to have bikini tan lines visible. Mind you, this was right after summer. I lived in an area where beach attire was usually the only attire and everyone had visible tan lines.
I eventually had to tell her that I could not afford to have everything done professionally with such short notice. I would be happy to do my hair and makeup. My hair was so short I couldn’t do an updo. She told me her mom could pay and then I could pay her back. That was the final straw.
I sent an email to her telling her I could no longer be at her wedding. She was pregnant, about to get hitched, and now I was adding to her list of problems. I valued the friendship and told her such, but just couldn’t do what she was asking.
I hadn’t heard from her for YEARS. Until one day she sent me a message, asking for me to buy from her MLM campaign.
I’m a photographer and my cousin wanted me to shoot their wedding for free as a gift to them. The wedding was also on the other side of the country, and they wouldn’t be paying for my flight or room. My pricing typically starts at a few grand and goes up. I was still willing to do it until my cousin wanted me to also throw in finished prints, 350 retouched pics…basically about $3k worth of photo work. Suddenly I came down with a case of “something else to do that weekend”, she still doesn’t talk to me, and that’s just fine. She never really talked to me before either, come to think of it.
My sister just came home from a weekend trip to Miami that the bride demanded she attend. Why Miami you may ask? To get drunk and spend time in the sun, and party all night? Apparently not. She forced her bridal party to go to Miami (on their own dime) to go to some spa and be in bed by 10.
She also only booked 2 hotel rooms with 1 bed each, for 8 women.
I worked for a country club during my college years and I recall one wedding party that thought it would be a brilliant idea to give their 300+ guests the option to order their own steak and have it cooked to their preference as their entree.
This may not sound like a big deal but custom cooking 300+ Steaks meant that it took FOREVER to get everyone served and since there was limited capacity with the stove tops in the kitchen for this type of cooking the food came out in intervals.
This was chaos as a result for me and the other wait staff because half the party had eaten and were drinking and dancing and the other half was still sitting at the tables waiting for their food. During the point when the bride and groom were getting ready to cut the cake and have champagne poured, we were finally serving the remaining guests their steaks.
To add to this, this delay pushed the event an extra hour and a half over its expected time frame and resulted in us having to keep the venue and bars open longer than the agreed-upon time and this pissed off the FIL as a result.
By 11:30 pm the man was shouting at the manager to close the f*cking bar so people would begin to leave and was chasing the bride and groom around and telling them to get in the limo and go away as it was costing him about 7K an hour extra to keep the staff and venue open.
I was 8.75/hr and I also didn’t get gratuities as I was a seasonal hire. Yeah, I said f*ck this after a summer and a half working there. Left to work at a grocery store and I enjoyed it far more for only slightly less base pay.
500-dollar pants. After I refused the bride freaked because it made the wedding party uneven. The groom bought my pants, I wore them once, and they divorced. He seems a lot happier with his new wife.
Overheard the bride drunkenly tell a mutual friend on her wedding day that if she could do it all over again, she wouldn’t have had myself and a mutual friend in her bridal party (I was the MOH). I planned her bachelorette party (with a mutual friend) from another country and dropped a lot of money on it personally so she would have the party she wanted.
I gifted her a pair of Jimmy Choos for her wedding day along with a beautiful ring with her wedding date engraved. I had to fly to Europe for her wedding, use a hire car to get around and help with loading/transporting wedding items back and forth. I was up that morning arranging with the hotel to deliver breakfast/coffee/ tea for the bridal party. An old friend decided a week before the wedding she was going to fly from Oz to surprise the bride, so I had to arrange that surprise and find a hotel room for this friend and speak to the groom to check with catering and arrange a seat for her without the bride knowing. I stepped in to help the make-up artist as she was running behind schedule. I walked the venue to make sure things were on track, There are more things she did throughout the night that infuriated me. I was treated like a slave, and spoken to like one. I catered to her every f*cking whim from 6 am until midnight…and then to overhear that!
Apparently, her wedding day was ruined because the calla lilies in her centrepieces wouldn’t stay suspended in the water vase like she wanted. And it was all my fault because they slowly floated to the top.
The next day she is all hugs and kisses saying it was the best night ever and she couldn’t have done it without me, I have never wanted to falcon punch a b*tch so hard in the face.
It was a best friend of mine who was very frugal, so I figured she was going to have a reasonable wedding and bachelorette party. I had shared my monetary concerns with her too, that I worked and went to school and couldn’t take off much time. She didn’t have that many friends so It was only me and one other girl as bridesmaids. She asked us to hand-make ALL her decorations for the wedding (I put in 15 hours a week hand-making decorations, all outside of working and going to school full time). Then she planned a week-long bachelorette party out of town, also asking us to foot the bill, not to mention our dresses which I wanted to find something affordable (but she picked designer matching dresses that we had to pay for…never worn again, been trying to sell It online). I spent nearly 1k on the whole ordeal, not to mention I did her hair and makeup for free for the wedding. I just felt largely taken advantage of and unappreciated. We are no longer friends because we ended up working together (after the wedding) and she tried to screw me over at work. It all makes me very reluctant to agree to be in someone’s wedding again, even someone I thought would be considerate of everyone else’s budget and time.
My wife got roped into doing the photos for her step sisters wedding. Normally my wife would charge between $4000 and $6000 for this, and we were flying across the country to attend this wedding mostly out of family obligation. So the bride was getting an amazing deal. Over the course of six months, the bride becomes incredibly hateful on social media, constantly starting drama, was b*tchy in her save the dates, and changed venue and locations several times. We knew it was going to be a sh*t show but we’d committed so we bought our plane tickets and planned to come.
A week before the wedding bride goes totally psycho and posts nasty awful things about half of her wedding party, including my wife. So we decide to cancel the photography and not attend the wedding, wasn’t worth it anymore. Brides own mother was so ashamed of her behavior that she didn’t attend either. All total they had 8 people at their wedding, and only got cellphone pictures. We had a nice little vacation and visited a lot of friends in the area.
An old friend from high school decided to get married in Hawaii and invite us all. Most of us couldn’t afford it, she gave us all sh*t but still had a decent turnout and a nice wedding.
Six months later “We’re renewing our vows!” AGAIN in Hawaii.
One year later: “We’re renewing our vows!” Again in Hawaii.
Six-year anniversary coming up soon, the sixth time they’ll all be in Hawaii to get married again. With all the pomp. Last year barely anyone showed up, and she ranted on Facebook for months about it. This year it’s “Just so you all know we’ve already booked the biggest venue on the island so we expect you all to show up…” a few “it’s a shame people disrespect your love” posts, but mainly no one responded. I only keep her as a friend for the schadenfreude at this point.
The bride was blonde. All bridesmaids except for me were brunettes. She asked me to dye my hair brown for the wedding because she, “wanted to be the only blonde.” I suggested that instead I just give up my bridesmaid spot. Thankful to this day since I heard the dresses and bachelorette party cost all the other girls more money than I make in a month.
I didn’t make it to the wedding. I was best friends with the woman, literally, we did everything together. She assembled her wedding party and didn’t invite me. She threw me, my bachelorette, witnessed my marriage, etc. I found out later I wasn’t invited because I was overweight and her mother thought that would limit bridesmaid dress choices and throw the wedding photos ‘off’. At least I know, dodged a bullet.
The bride started crying because the tablecloth was the wrong shade of purple. So she thought the whole wedding was “ruined”. Never mind that she was marrying a nice man, all her friends had flown in for the wedding, her family was all there etc etc. But no, the tablecloth was the wrong shade. We spent an hour consoling her and fixing up her makeup, while the guests waited.
I was supposed to be a bridesmaid at a wedding of a male friend. I tried to befriend the bride because the groom was a childhood friend.
All of the planning leading up to the big day was a total sh*t show, and she used our wedding chat to constantly discuss all of her problems with the groom (the ring was too small, they never talked about finances before getting engaged and now she’s not sure he makes enough, can you get a prenup for children you don’t have yet? Constantly telling us we were bad friends – keep in mind we are all friends with the groom for many years before she was in the picture). I could write a novel about it.
The final straw for me was when she asked me to plan a bachelorette party, but couldn’t tell me anything about what she was interested in doing (clubbing vs spa day vs beach trip etc.) other than “nothing too wild, but definitely cost-effective,” and when I presented her with a plan, told me I was a terrible friend and that was the worst bachelorette plan she had ever seen.
I was replaced as a bridesmaid, did not attend the wedding, and do not speak to either of them anymore.
It was my wife who was one of the bridesmaids. The couple was way over-sexed or trashy, I’m not sure which, but they wanted the entire wedding party to do a group pic in just their lingerie/boxers (except the bride and groom, “of course”) – she noped out of that but apparently, the other two girls and the groomsmen went for it – they still did the pic anyhow. Then they wanted the groomsmen and maids to pair up and kiss for a picture – none of them knew each other. Apparently, she was the only one who didn’t. Then they basically shamed her for opting out of both of those to the point she came and found me crying, so we went home.
My future sister-in-law has made it very clear that she wants her bachelorette party to be a week in California. We live in New Jersey. That means I would have to take a week off from work, my husband would have to take a week off from work to stay with our children, I would have to pay for my airfare and hotel and all the week’s activities, and pay my share for her, since ” everyone knows the bride doesn’t pay for anything on her bachelorette party”. When I said I’d have to see if it’s something that we could make work she basically just said, “Well only the people that really love me will be there, I’m only going to get married once so I have every right to be selfish”. Good luck marrying that one
I was almost in a Bridezilla wedding… I had an ectopic pregnancy (baby attached to my tube, which then burst, and I almost bleed to death). She got engaged shortly following my ectopic. When she asked me to be her bridesmaid, she told me that I would be required to wait to try to have another baby until after her wedding in 1.5 years… not because there would be a small child at the wedding, not even because she didn’t want me fat at her wedding.. but because if I lost another child, it would take away from her engagement and wedding. I was so shocked I just declined and have never spoken to her since.
My sister addressed my invite to me and a male friend I had known for about 10 years. A male friend whom she had always had a huge crush on. Even better was that I had been dating my boyfriend for 2 years at this point, and my male friend was engaged. When I asked my sister why she put my friend as my plus one, and not my boyfriend, she said that she didn’t want some random guy in her wedding pictures. I went to her wedding solo. No surprise, she and her husband divorced 2 years later and I have been happily married to that “random guy” now for 15 years.
My college roommate invited me to his wedding in Vegas. I live in Colorado, so attending this wedding already required me to travel and pay for a hotel. The invitation specified that the group should book their reservation at Aria under a certain group code to receive a discounted rate. Their discounted room rate at Aria is over $300/night. When I told him I simply could not afford to pay for round-trip flights and a hotel room for three nights at $300/night he flipped his sh*t. He said that we all needed to be in the same hotel for ease of plans or some sh*t like that.
He expected me, a then 24-year-old female, to come out to his wedding in Vegas alone and pay over $300/night for accommodations. The kicker? He did not even give me a plus one.
I later found out that the groom was so pushy about everyone staying at Aria because the bride and groom received a free hotel room if seven hotel rooms were booked under their discount code. It was really scummy of them to pressure their friends into booking expensive hotel rooms at their destination wedding and lie about the reasoning.
Anyway, the bachelor party is scheduled for the night before the wedding. The groomsmen had put a lot of effort into planning an awesome bachelor party and they had pre-purchased tickets for everything. Well, the groom is simply a no-show for his own bachelor party. So I got to attend the bachelor party in the groom’s absence, which was pretty awesome. We had a blast.
I’ve had colorful hair for years now. It’s quite the investment– I go to a salon to get it done and buy high-quality products. When my best friend asked me to be her MOH, my hair was neon pink. Three weeks before her wedding, she requested that I color my hair to a natural color. I was SHOCKED. She offered to give me $100 to get it done (lol). I had just gotten my hair done (a plum/red color, quite tame in comparison to what I’ve done in the past)
If I had just randomly gone from brown to lime green out of nowhere I might understand her frustrations, but at this point, I hadn’t seen my natural color in like 3 years!
I never changed my hair, we got into a screaming match at her bachelorette party and she drunkenly revealed that her mom hated my hair and would not stop b*tching about it. We cried and hugged in the club bathroom and all was well.
Her mom didn’t speak to me at the wedding and I’m okay with that.
The bride insisted we (bridesmaids) make all the decorations but got pissed because they weren’t up to her high standard. All of this was a month before the wedding because she procrastinated the whole thing. Wanted to plan the bridal shower herself cause she thought we were incompetent. During the bachelorette party, we went to a decently fancy restaurant and the bride was pissed because her little sister (bridesmaid who helped with nothing) “Only ate simple foods so we should have just gone to McDonald’s”. To this day she keeps saying how she wants to do the wedding over again because of how horrible everything went. There is so much more to this but I’m already borderline exposing myself (we are still currently friends) by saying all of this haha. It was not a good time and I myself don’t want to have a wedding after being a part of that disaster.
My girlfriend was supposed to be a bridesmaid for a friend, but we found out about a week or two before the wedding that my girlfriend’s mom who lived in the same state as the wedding (not where we live) was terminally ill and didn’t have much time left. We decided to spend that weekend with Mom instead, and not once did the friend ask how my girlfriend was doing if she needed anything, nothing. Just pestered her for the dress which my girlfriend bought so her replacement could wear it. Way to throw away a friendship.
When my parents were first married they were invited to the wedding of one of my mom’s close friends. My mom was asked to be a bridesmaid. The groom didn’t have a lot of close friends that could come to the wedding and since he knew my dad pretty well he asked my dad to be a groomsman. My dad was told by the groom that the suit would be paid for, so he just had to grab it from the store, and then show up and escort my mom to the wedding.
My dad gets to the store to pick up the suit and he was told that he still needed to pay for it. The suit was fairly expensive and my parents were living paycheck to paycheck at that point, so he was reasonably miffed because the only reason he agreed to be a groomsman was because he was told that he wouldn’t have to pay for anything.
On the wedding day, my dad stood by the groom as a groomsman, but at some point in the reception, he slipped away. He snuck out to the groom’s car and put ham slices under the windshield wipers. It was raining so when the bride and groom left for their honeymoon they turned on the windshield wipers… and smeared ham all over the windshield.
To this day my dad says that it was worth it to have to pay for that suit to see the look on the groom’s face when the ham coated the windshield.
I knew a woman who was a bridesmaid at a relative’s wedding. She was married and had been trying to get pregnant for a while. Finally, she and her hubby got lucky and she conceived.
The bridezilla got furious and kicked her out of the wedding because she would be pregnant in the pictures. 3 months later, sadly, my friend miscarried. The bride called her with a response along the lines of “Good, well now you can be back in the wedding.”
I was a bridesmaid at my father and stepmother’s wedding. I was 16. It wasn’t so much the wedding day that was a problem, but rather the prep and planning.
She spent 8 months before the wedding trying to bully me into losing weight for the wedding pictures. The closer we got to it, the more aggressive she was. Eventually, my Dad got on the bandwagon too. I started dieting for the wedding but I was angry and miserable the whole time. Everything I ate was commented on. If she was bringing home dinner, she would always ask what I wanted and then reply with, “You shouldn’t eat that before the wedding.”
I had been wanting to get a haircut for months before the planning even started. She insisted I didn’t “just in case it went wrong.” You know, for the wedding photos. I ended up getting a haircut and re-dying my very faded hair a week before the wedding. She had a full-on meltdown and was screaming at me. Why? Because my hair was red, and her bouquet had red accent flowers in it. Her overall color scheme was black, silver, and red. She was furious that I was going to ‘clash with the decorations in the pictures.
When we went to get bridesmaid dresses, she brought her friends and very much ignored me the whole time. She had one of the employees bring me a dress and when I peeked out to ask for a bigger size, she lost her sh*t again. We got home and she screamed at my dad about it, who in turn went off on me for breaking my promise about losing weight.
The wedding happened. I am only in two pictures. Our relationship is a lot better now. A few months ago she commented that she didn’t know why our photographer didn’t take more pictures of me…Okay.
This was my sister’s wedding so hold on tight. My sister had 10 bridesmaids. Most of them were her sorority sisters from college. They wanted to plan an elaborate weekend for the summer, while most of them were still in school without jobs. When I asked “Hey, who will pay for this?” my sister got pissed that I even asked. When I also reminded all the bridesmaids that our father who had stage 4 cancer wasn’t doing so well and that maybe the bachelorette/bridal shower should be close by, they all flipped thinking I was being insensitive to the bride.
I was promptly asked not to be a bridesmaid at my own sister’s wedding over these two things. I was fine with this as she was a bridezilla and I spent time with our dying father. He died 2 weeks after her wedding day, which he couldn’t attend because he was in hospice care one day before her wedding. To me, she put herself before our ailing father, and it still makes me mad.
I was a groomsman at a friend’s wedding, I wasn’t the best man, but I was closest geographically to the groom, so I was helping with various wedding-related tasks. Not a big deal. Was happy to help.
The bride was nearing Bridezilla status. She was fairly demanding and was fairly emotional overall. 48 hours before the wedding, the bride decides she does not like the shoes the groomsmen were going to wear. These are the shoes that came with our rented tuxes.
My friend the groom had been mentally worn down by all of the constant demands of his bride-to-be and he was despondent trying to figure out how we were going to get new shoes for all of the groomsmen.
I decided to step in and be the voice of reason. I pointed out that we only had 48 hours before the wedding and we still had a lot of important things to take care of. I also pointed out that for men’s formal footwear, there is a 2 x 2 matrix: Shiny/ not shiny, laces or slip-on. Finally, I pointed out that no one is going to care or even notice what kind of shoes the groomsmen will wear.
My friend manned up and talked some sense into his bride-to-be. The wedding went fine and no one noticed or cared what kind of shoes the groomsmen wore.
My sister-in-law insisted that I shave off my beard for the photos – a beard I’ve had for over 10 years, and will probably have on my dying day (I look like a toddler clean-shaven). She was eventually talked down by my brother, who pointed out that in a year it would look like they had a complete stranger in all their wedding photos.
I was part of a rainbow wedding. The whole wedding was rainbow. Decorations, the cake, the favours, you name it.
I know you’re thinking, rainbow-themed wouldn’t be too bad.
You’re wrong.
The bride had zero concepts of hues, so there were neons, pastels, and jewel tones all together in a small room. It was a multicolored circus when we had the hideous fake bright blue and teal sunflower center pieces mixed in with the soft mint green chair bows and the violent hot pink, lime green, and neon purple drapes hanging from the ceiling.
I felt like I was in a Lisa Frank sticker, complete with f*cking dolphins (oh yeah, the bride loved cute animals so you bet there were bunny and dolphin cutouts on the candy table).
The wedding party wore matching colours except for peach and green as peach was reserved for the flower girl and the bride had exclusive use of green. Never have I seen a grown man look so unhappy wearing a lavender waistcoat as I did when I was forced to dance with my matching groomsman. The dresses were originally strapless, but since 3/4 of the bridesmaids were busty girls, we had straps put on. They looked horrendous and poorly done and mine BARELY made it through the whole night.
And to make matters worse, despite having boning and a full cup in the dress, we all had to wear bras under the dress “to avoid slips.” After I got caught taking mine off and stuffing it in some random aunt’s purse, the bride would check to make sure we were wearing them every hour.
Oh, and we weren’t allowed to bring dates, which once I got over the initial insult was good because I would have died of embarrassment had I been able to bring a date.
I am an American living in Japan. I’m young and look very much like the classic Caucasian of Asian stereotypes of Americans. One day one of my local friends told me that one of her friends was getting married and wanted to invite me to be A groomsman at the wedding. I had no idea who these people were — although I think I’d met the bride once at a party.
It turns out that at least in the part of Japan where I live it’s prestigious to have a foreigner attend the wedding. It makes you look like you have international connections. I was happy to do it and I love anything to do with Japanese culture so I attended and since I don’t speak much Japanese I was able to feign (without outright lying) that I was good friends with the bride and groom.
My friend tells me I was a big hit.
Some foreigners here will actually rent themselves out to be guests at weddings or attend birthday parties.
The bride wanted photos of the wedding party at EVERY San Francisco landmark. Four hours driving around in a limo held together with duck tape to cheese in front of each corny tourist spot. She had a videographer along with her and wanted only the natural sounds recorded, so no one was allowed to talk. I had to pick up my wife and two-month-old to bring to the church ceremony immediately after, Bride left me little time (and no offer to pick them up in during). We get stuck in bridge traffic, I’m 10 minutes late for the scheduled wedding start time. She kicked me out of the wedding and drove around again to reshoot all of the pictures.
I was assigned to make sure that the bride’s perfectly well-mannered, calm, polite, and downright delightful sister “behaved herself”.
The sister in question was a 40-something soccer mom who looked like the wildest thing she did was sampling grapes at the grocery store.
Throughout the reception, the bride kept making sure that I watched the sister like a hawk. You know, instead of dancing or enjoying myself.
I asked the other bridesmaids if they knew the backstory. Everyone knew the bride feared her sister’s supposed outbursts. But no one had actually ever witnessed one in their 20+ years of knowing the bride.
My older sister got married when I was 18 and a broke college freshman. She found a dress she loved that was way out of her budget. She tried to get me to agree to split the cost of the dress with her and wear it when I got married. (I didn’t even have a serious boyfriend at the time.) She tried bullying, threats, and silent treatment when I refused.
She was the oldest sibling, and I had spent my entire life getting pushed around by her. She is a “win at all costs” kind of person and will get revenge on anyone who crosses her. It was the first time I’d really stood up to her. I eventually cut her out of my life in my mid-thirties. It’s been about 5 years since I cut off contact with her, and I don’t regret it.
Groomsmen here, for a wedding this weekend. A friend from high school is getting married. He called to ask me about my itinerary. Told him I was coming up Thursday for the bachelor party, Friday is the rehearsal and dinner, and Saturday is the wedding. Felt kinda silly telling him his own wedding schedule. He then asks when my date is coming up? Basically, he is refusing to pay for the wedding cake company to deliver the cake two hours away from where he ordered it. So he asked if “my GF would be cool picking up the cake?” He’s never met my GF, didn’t remember her name, and just wants her to take responsibility for a pretty important piece of the wedding. So now my GF (who is awesome) is stopping on the way from the airport to pick up the wedding cake, the day of the wedding mind you, in her little rental car to save the couple the delivery fee. Methinks there might have been a better solution of getting the cake from a bakery closer to the venue.
My mom was a seamstress, and when my cousin was getting married, his fiancee asked my mother to make her dress. The bride would never come for fittings, she just kept telling my mom she was a size 12, so just make a 12. My mom tried to explain that wedding dresses fit differently, but she kept getting told to just make a 12. So she does. The day of the wedding is the first time the bride has worn the dress, and it’s very tight. As she was walking down the aisle, the buttons on her dress started popping open and her bridesmaids were following behind her trying to close her dress.
I had a friend who was a bridesmaid and the bride gave them a WORKOUT routine printed on pink card stock. “Sweating for the Wedding” to the extreme. It had daily stuff to do, low-cal diet meal ideas, Etc. I was shocked but knew the bride and how vain she was so not totally. Until the bridesmaid told me later that they all found out the bride had not made generic exercise sheets but INDIVIDUAL ones. Each bridesmaid had specific workouts given to her based on what the bride thought they needed to work on. Never mind that the bride was not a trainer or worked in a gym. I told her she needed to nope the heck out of that wedding.
I had a work-related injury and was on crutches. Before this, I had agreed to push the bride’s mom in her wheelchair down the aisle. When I told the bride she needed to find someone else to do it she went full bridezilla for 2 days before the wedding. I caved. Pushed her mom down the aisle with one crutch while balancing on the other. The entire wedding party was just watching in shock. The bride was smiling though so I guess that’s all that matters?
I was the best man at a destination wedding. My plane got delayed for a day and I slept in the airport.
I showed up on the day of the wedding, totally stressed out and groggy from lack of sleep. The Groom then asked me to MC the wedding because he forgot to make arrangements. I had never met his wife or her family and I had about 30min to memorize everyone’s names.
