Weddings and Catastrophes
Every wedding has something that goes wrong. It’s inevitable. In my case, it was my naive belief that place settings weren’t necessary. Why not let people sit where they wanted? For all I knew, Aunt Hattie despised Uncle Lou. Why force them to sit together? So, my husband-to-be and I didn’t worry about it. Mistake! It turned out that when seats were filling up, people ignored the “Reserved” sign and filled up that table as well. It left my parents without seats. Luckily, they did find places at another table, but it always amazes me that there are people who really don’t think about those things. That was probably the biggest thing that went wrong, and I’m thankful that it was the only one–at least, that I know of. Sometimes people tell you stories years later about things you never knew.
We’re attending a wedding this weekend, and I’m sure it will be wonderful. I haven’t seen some of these cousins in years, and it’s fun to catch up. So far we’ve dealt with a few crises (the hotel booked us all in smoking rooms), but thanks to my aunt’s abilities to conquer Hotel Management (and use a few tears to good advantage), she worked it out.
I’m enjoying Kentucky (where the wedding is). I love visiting new states and new places. Even still, it’ll be nice to get home because Reno is coming!
So what’s the worst wedding crisis you’ve ever dealt with?
Michelle posted in Writing @ 9:24 am | Viewed 1181 times
Caro Says:
Oh, that’s an easy question. Our wedding was in the parish hall of our church and the school held their Christmas party there the day before. They didn’t bother to clean up, so when the altar guild arrived to do the basic setup, the hall was overrun by ants. Fortunately, our caterer pitched in to help and the hall was cleaned up before I actually arrived. My reaction was bad enough when I heard about it after the fact; I hate to think what it would have been if I’d seen the mess.
We had a number of mishaps. My sister stood me up, never showing and never bothering to call. I had a fight with the choir director that set into motion a chain of events that ended with him throwing a hissy fit and abruptly quitting. That one has become a bit of a legend at the church. Oh, and then there’s the husband’s first wedding, which I attended as a guest and had mishap after mishap that left the guests in giggles — and not the good kind.
Melissa Says:
I didn’t have a traditional wedding - my husband and I went to Vegas, just the two of us, and got married in a little chapel. The only “mishap” I can think of from that day is that I fell asleep after we went back to our hotel room! What a way to spend your wedding night! :loser:
Bonnie Ferguson Says:
:jumping:Have fun, Michelle:drunk:
Michelle Says:
Caro–yikes on the ants and the choir director. Boy, that sounds like a story possibility.
Melissa–how fun on the Vegas wedding.
But LOL on falling asleep. I’ll bet he gave you grief on that one. :crazyjumping:
Tori Says:
If I ever get married I plan to do what Melissa did. Vegas is the way to go!
MaryF Says:
Melissa, I fell asleep too. Weddings are stressful!
Suzanne Says:
What wedding crisis is more important than your own? I was so worried about looking gorgeous. I’m telling ya, IT WAS A CRISIS.:hissyfit:
Amy K. Says:
All of my bridesmaids were robbed about 20 minutes before I was to walk down the aisle. Turned out there was a guy with a rep for hitting churches before weddings. All the girls had their belongings in one room and were in the bathroom getting ready. He whipped through their purses in no time. :batman:
We have a picture of me giving a statement to the police right after the ceremony.
Steph T. Says:
My wedding story wasn’t really a horror - but it was crowded. Most of my students arrived at the church, so it really became more like a soccer event than a wedding. (It all started when my husband proposed in my classroom in front of everyone - I almost died.) Just imagine like 200 or so 12 - 14 year olds packed in a church and then asking why they couldn’t go to the reception.:help:
Danica Says:
Some friends of ours went to New Zealand to get married on the beach. They rented an RV and were touring New Zealand before the wedding, and the morning of the wedding, someone broke into the RV and stole the wedding gown she’d brought over from the states. Fortunately, it was just them and the priest, so she found something else to wear, but it sucked that she didn’t get to wear her gown.