Need help/inspiration with short story (wedding disasters wanted)

Hey gang, I'm working on a new short story. The main character is trying to coordinate her little sister's wedding with the help of a wedding planner. She's also is in charge of the rehearsal dinner/party. (All of this is set at a castle in Scotland. She flew in from America to organize this about a week before the ceremony.)

If you have any stories of your own troubles trying to get a wedding/party to go smoothly, please jot 'em down and post them?

Thanks!

*hugs*

~Jen

right before the reception. (She was really little).

:shrug:

overall straps went swimming.

Moral of the story: never let tiny wedding attendants go potty unattended.

Go to etiquette hell
http://www.etiquettehell.com/

There is no better collection of stories about hideous weddings, guests and bridal parties, all nicely cataloged.

The priest's mother died the night before and he left town. The person who agreed to do the wedding got lost and was two hours late.
The flowers never showed up. It was 105 degrees and the air conditioning had gone out. The mother of the bride was rushed to the hospital when she collapsed from heat exhaustion/stress in the middle of the wedding service. The caterer tried to get out of serving because the reception was late. The cake got dropped.

contrived.

Poor gal!

Until the pictures from the "disposable guest cameras"
were developed.

After we sprang my Dad, we went after the perpatrators...

(Finish the rest yourself) ;)

the white carpet was too wide too unroll down the aisle, we forget the readings book next door along with the flower girls' flowers, and we also forgot to remove the water holders from the bottom of the roses befor my attendants went up the aisle.

oh well. *g*

I was best man at my friend's wedding and I put both rings in the same pocket. Needless to say her ring fit perfectly in his ring and when it came time to present the rings, I reached in and pulled them out of my pocket. I couldn't get them apart and you could hear the laughter throughout the church. It took me close to five minutes to get them undone. This was up on the alter.
After the service I went to pay the alter boys their money and one of them just started laughing. I got a chuckle out of it too. Not a disaster, but maybe something to put in.

eh?

I have a pretty good sense of humor and often laugh at myself. I had fun with it while it happened, and it became one of the "official" wedding stories for that couple. Actually, I have become part of a lot of "official" stories like that..LOL.

at the rehearsal dinner our dad got a little ummm drunk. He got pulled over for a DUI and spent the night in jail. He had to call one of my brother's groomsmen to give him a ride to the wedding.

she's been remarried since i was a kid. was pretty typical of my dad

wedding but if they had all hell would have broken loose because FIL is a minister. They had even told me as I planned the wedding that if we had drinking or dancing at the reception that they wouldn't come.

/couldn't resist }(

I don't wanna share my royalties. }( :P

It rolled waaay under the front pews.
It was a candlelight ceremony,
so the overhead lights had to be turned on to find the ring. :)

It was hard sitting there and not giggling at the sight of guys in tux's crawling around on their bellies. :D

Another thing I remember about that wedding is the reception.
Her parents owned an antique/auction store and were able to
come up with very tasteful decorations.
It was a little surprising after some of the "bare bones" type of receptions I've seen.

a gorgeous place. :)

I've seen a few of them over the years, but my old college room mate had one of the most spectacular ones.

She collected Lladro Porcelain and had been given a Lladro bride and groom as a shower present:




She determined that statue was gonna be her cake topper, but didn't bother to tell her cake lady what she was planing to use. The cake lady didn't plan for the weight of the statue, because most cake toppers are pretty light.

When the country club who catered the reception put on the cake topper, they assumed it was OK--that cake topper was in the written instructions after all. The topper began to sink into the top layer of the cake. This was further compounded by the fact that each layer of the cake under that top one started sinking into the one underneath it.

The end result was a cake that looked like it had been stepped on from above with the bride and groom rising up out of an ocean of icing and each layer squashing down on the one under it.

Truly an amazing sight.


Laura

I have two of them.

I have a very common name and the wedding party ended up at another party and it was a disaster. Picture this: Two parties going on at the same time under the same last name and half of the attendees don't know each other because they have never met and they are from the other side of the family.

Say that the name was Mac Tavish and another party was going on under Mc Tavish at an adjacent hotel. The wifes family didn't know the grooms family so they didn't have an inkling that they were in the wrong place until the party was almost over.

Second disaster was I didn't tie up loose ends. An old flame showed up that I was engaged to and spoke up at the moment of holding "their peace".

the mix-up. Since I am importing families from America to Scotland, and since there are bound to be more Campbells _in_ Scotland.. this sort of mix-up could happen.

Thanks!

For some odd reason the name came to me. I like your choice of names and the Highlands are a perfect setting for a wedding.

so you can read it. (Note, grab a pinch of salt as you read because there are ghosts in this story. *g*)

You should use the tartan on your cover and then put a pair of shoes with the laces wrapped around each other. I forgot the name of the shoes.

anthology collection. All the stories in this group are paranormal, but not all are celtic or highland so I think probably we won't see the plaid on the cover.

I am on break so I will have to write this quick.

Family moves into a house in Scotland and they find one Ghellies. It's a womans shoe and it was buried under behind a brick in one of the walls. There is a tale around the town that a woman was killed by another woman on her wedding night because of a lovers spat. The lovers could be either the women, a man and a woman or all three. It would be a modern twist set back hundreds of years ago. It would sell!

ago I didn't know how either. *hugs*

Seriously, I know where you can get some help online in learning how to write romances. Just PM if want the info.

He forgot his flash attachment (yes it was a long time ago). He drove to the mall to try and buy another one. They didn't have the type he needed and he also missed the entire wedding ceremony (stuck in Saturday mall traffic).

As a result, the only pictures we have from our wedding are from an Instamatic camera. Not many pics either.

after my purse was stolen and my skirt ripped off.
earlier that day the bride caught me laughing when the bartender at her ceremony said i looked better than she did. gosh, i wonder if they still hate me.

Though they might like the bit about the bartender.... ;)

flicking it on my naked back, which was turned to him. that was charming.

for her wedding -- so tight it made her look something like a mermaid. It was fairly modest in the front, but cut down to the JUST above the crack of her butt in the back.

The priest who gave the toast (he had been her groom's advisor at Georgetown) said, and I quote, "...and I'd like to thank the bride, who was able to remind me, after 30 years in the priesthood, that I'm still a heterosexual."

I don't know who was more shocked - her Catholic relatives, or the grooms Jewish family.

It was one wedding where EVERYONE wanted to see my pictures afterwords....

faith wedding... except I am thinking Catholic and Protestant

would also work if you convert Irish to Scottish:

One wedding I worked when I was in college at a local Country Club was too funny. You could tell who was with the bride and who was with the groom just by looking at them.

The pretty little bride's Irish family was white-skinned, blue-eyed, and red haired, and were wearing bright silk dresses (to this day I won't wear black to a wedding - we Irish consider it appalling bad manners/bad luck) The rather substantial mother-of-the-bride was in a mint green, floor-length gown, and she looked like the society lady from all the Three Stooges shorts, except with flaming red hair.

The handsome groom's family was all very Mediteranean-looking - dark-skinned, dark-haired, lots of beards on the men, and everyone in black - the women in gorgeous, sequined dresses - all of which were black. Not a pastel in the group. Everyone very thin and very chic.

Fortunately, (or unfortunately for us bored servers) people were on their best behavior, and it actually went pretty well. Granted, the Irish were SHOCKED when they saw the wide-eyed, white-knuckled bride, even paler then she had been, being carried aloft on a chair for some reason. And the Jews seemed pretty appalled when the Irish men started crying and singing along when the band played "Danny Boy". But no one fought, which is always a good thing. And everyone picked up the whole hora thing pretty quickly (the Irish always like an opportunity to dance at weddings, especially if they don't have to move above the waist too much).

Once the bar closed, the staff started stealing the drinks from the Irish guests as soon as they turned their backs, so that we could go home (the bride's father paid the band and the club for an extra hour, but the waitresses worked on a flat rate).

At my wedding, the groom decides to bring a HUGE bottle of liquor and begins passing it around to all of the groomsmen. I see this happening from the church dressing room window so I climb up onto one of the chairs to open the window so I can tell them to knock it off. On my way off of the chair my sleeve gets caught on a nail and rips my dress nearly in half. I was mortified. My aunts managed to pin me back together and cover it with part of my veil........Meanwhile my wedding party is outside getting drunk. Oh yeah, and I forgot my shoes.
So, as it turns out, my 15 year old sister (my bridesmaid) and my husband's 20 year old brother (best-man) are shit-faced drunk and can barely walk down the aisle and you could actually smell liquor in the air. My sister gets sick in the middle of the ceremony and runs/stumbles to the bathroom............For the ceremony my husband's 200 year old great grandmother let me wear her blue, family heiloom ring (that took care of old, borrowed and blue) but it was too big for me and slipped off during the reception and we never found it. Did
I mention we're divorced?!

I was flipping through Uncle Henry's... Maine premiere buy, sell, swap, and trade magazine... and under clothing I saw:

Wedding Dress.
White. Size 12
Worn once, by mistake.

carelessly held cigarette at my best friend's wedding. :hi:

I think I would been more upset about my hubby trying to incinerate me. *g*

Mr. G. given up smokin yet? :P

I worry about him. :hi:

your hands, behind the ears etc...They supposedly have had great success. It's worth a shot! :hi:

I had to borrow someone Else's while someone raced home to fetch mine.

It was also an outdoor ceremony. Big rain storm came out of nowhere 2 hours before forced the ceremony indoors. By the time it started the sun came out.

garden at the reception like I had hoped.

foot in mouth incident. My mother in law stood up to say a word, or two...or twelve hundred, and said,"I am so lucky and blessed to finally have a daughter of my own!" You would think that was a sweet thing to say...except her other daughter in law of two years was sitting at the end of the table. :blush:

and to my in laws. She tried for years to find somebody "more suitable" for MrG. :hi:

In Chicago one of the big bagpipe bands is the Shannon Rovers. They are all cops and firemen. Anyway, father of the bride was drunk and forgot to pay the bagpipers. I was the last guy there in a tux. I got walked over to the ATM and had to pay them. Those guys were HUGE, they were gonna kick my ass and then put me in jail.

story. There's no ATM in sight and the wedding people are all rich (Hey, it's a romance. Richness is practically a requirement.) But I feel certain I can do something with the pipers.

thanks!

Of course, she is Scottish & was born there, but moved to America maybe 8-10 years ago and was supposed to get married last year. I haven't heard from her in a while, though...

Though, I don't know how jealous her now husband is... she was a real sweetheart, though, so I hope it all went well for her.

We were great as fiance/fiancee, but as soon as we said "I do", it all went downhill quickly...

bit and made it through... but it was rough at times.

We had some bad luck right after we got married, too, and neither one of us reacted too well to it.

Luckily, I bounced back quickly & got remarried and am now going to be married for 4 years in a few months.

who I had been living with shortly before my best friend's wedding. He was the groom's brother. As we walked down the aisle together, he whispered bitch, bitch at me and I whispered back asshole, asshole under our breath. It's a wonder we didn't trip each other.

Oh and all the while with smiles on our faces, it was a very formal wedding in a big church.

Even her grandma had seen him. She was in her eighties and she blushed every time he escorted someone near her at the church.

And did not even bother to warn us! We found out when we got there to pay the final balance... We walked up to the front door at around noon to see the door locked with a sign saying they were out of business as of that day and were filing bankruptcy probably while we were reading the "notice".

Luckily it was a small wedding and we were able to make quick arrangements with another florist for at least the bouquets, corsages & boutonnieres, and some trimming for the reception and the stairway/foyer of the antibellum house we had the ceremony in. My MIL (bless her!) asked my FIL to help chip in in case the new florist's charges went over what we had for the previous florist's balance. Unfortunately, my dad somehow found out and decided I was "double dipping" him and my IL's for flowers, and then proceded to call me *while* I was placing the order at the new florist and screamed and cussed at me for doing so... So, not only am I humiliated that I had to make an emergency re-order of some of the planned flowers for my wedding, I was further humiliated by my dad's behavior over the matter. (My MIL dealt with him very deftly!)

And then there was the photographer... He was a friend of my husband's who volunteered to do the photos for us since he was a free lance photographer. Turned out he was a little *too* free lance and never showed up! He forgot it was that day... I could understand not being there because he was in a car accident or had a sudden family emergency, but he just forgot to show up to a friend's wedding he'd *volunteered* to help with. Needless to say, my husband never spoke to him again...

speaking to that friend.

Divorced parents who got in a loud, drunken fight outside the cathedral and started throwing food, punch, etc... at one another. It finally resulted in the mother of the bride turning the hose on her ex on the front Cathedral lawn.

A cake that fell over in the back of the van on the way to the wedding.

A group that insisted on serving homemade wine, -which resulted in a trip to the infirmary for all but the teetotalers and kiddies.

MOB and MOG browbeating the bride into a differing decision every 2 days. The one would want pink roses and the bride would insist on pink roses. Two days later, after a ton of badgering, the bride would call and say 'cream white' roses. Two days later, they'd be pink again. It wasn't a surprise to anyone when the two families of the couple erupted into physical fighting just before the ceremony. The groomsmen and ushers had to be employed to keep everyone quiet and in their seats. During the 'does anyone here know any reason..' moment of the ceremony the bride's brother shouted insults to the groom and his family and insisted his sister shouldn't be marrying into that lot of white trash. The bride was as white as her wedding gown with tinges of green growing stronger in her complexion but insisted the wedding proceed. They rushed through the traditions. More insults were flung just as the cake was being cut and a photographer snapped their picture just as the bride was puking all over her gown and the cake.


That was probably the worst. The local constabulary had to be called to clear the reception hall as a brawl had broken out.

wedding related, but my mom tried to make dandelion wine in a big lobster pot when I was a kid. Turns out, though, that using metal containers makes it bitter and undrinkable. :P

The preacher was late and wore the rattiest sneakers you'd ever want to see. And then we had tourists.

wedding. Lucky for the happy couple, someone managed to post guards to keep looky-looers out.

and enjoyed the ceremony.

-Recieving line after the wedding, woman walks through the line, gets to us, is introduced and she realizes she is at the wrong wedding....there were two first baptist churches in town, she was at the wrong one. She did not know the other group (obviously) very well, we invited her to stay for the reception..for some reason she turned us down.

-Rehersal dinner- we got to the resturant, the owner/manager/cook was busted the night before for something---the resturant was closed. Never did get the deposit back.

-Second wedding, my wife was getting dressed in a cabin for the wedding (outdoor wedding) we waited....time to start came and went...we waited....20 min---I go to the door and knock....uh---you OK in there? Yes! Why? Neither had a watch, no clock in the room, no clue they were that late...harpist was running out of music...

This theme has come up twice in the list now, so it sounds like kismet to me *g*

things go wrong at a wedding. But now I'm not sure if I can remember all of them.

1. Groom and best man got stuck in the bathroom when I arrived at the church so they wouldn't see me in my dress. The priest came in and used the facilities. When he flushed it overflowed and soaked their shoes.

2. The best man's tuxedo had a hole in the knee.

3. And he broke our toasting glasses before we arrived at the reception site.

4. My husband forgot my name during the ceremony and couldn't get the ring on my finger. I eventually had to shove it on.

5. The air conditioning broke at the reception site (an art museum). It was 88 degrees that day.

6. The museum's wedding coordinator got a call moments before we arrived that her son had been in a car accident. The DJ's wife took over and moved as much as she could outside, but we still had to eat dinner in the bloody heat.

7. After the guests had moved outside to the flagstones for the dancing, one of the flower rings caught on fire. The DJ had to leap his equipment to put it out with a pitcher of Sam Adams. He sprained his ankle.

8. My grandmother fell doing the electric slide, but she turned out okay.

9. And then there were assorted annoying things. The linens were the wrong color, the impressionist exhibit didn't arrive in time so a socialist art exhibit with mustard brown walls and Farmer Ivan over my shoulder were the backdrop to the head table. One of the beer taps had to be "coaxed" to work. My secretary got so drunk the groomsmen wrote on her in ballpoint pen back at the hotel. Some of the bridesmaids and groomsmen got in trouble for skinny dipping at the hotel. (Indoor pool with rooms overlooking the pool)

I'm sure there are plenty of other things I don't remember. What I do remember is that it was an absolutely fabulous time. It'll be twelve years this coming Sunday and I'd do it all over again. The wedding may have been troubled, but the marriage has been outstanding!

Edit: Told you I'd remember more. My dad tripped on my train going back to his seat.

wonderful. Funny, but the ones that go off without a hitch.. almost no one really remembers them, do they?

My groom remembered my name but I thought he was gonna retch all over me. He has the traditional red scottish complexion, but that was one of the few times I have ever seen him look green. *g*

took place at a "County fair ground" type building - all metal. We decorated it very nice and it became a very fitting scene for a wedding reception. Anyway, that night was a stormy night, rain, thunder, lightning, etc. The best man and his girlfriend stepped outside for either a little privacy or to have a smoke. Anyway, as the girlfriend leaned against the building and the best man had his hands on her waist, lightning struck the building. it went through her and struck him. He ended up receiving CPR from his mother, rushed to the ER and ultimately in perfect health. The tux rental place did have a problem however, with the burnt cuffs, etc. on the tux.

One of the great films of all times, featuring a doomed wedding to take place in a castle in Scotland. Includes clueless bride, typical weather disasters, boat and train rides, lost suitcases, arrogant friends and neighbors, even more arrogant (but endearing) bride, last minute suitor, charming local color, a phone booth by a waterfall, an ancient curse, an authentic Scottish barn dance, a wise young girl, and a real, honest-to-goodness whirlpool.

was held in a "very elegant couryard" of an Art Museum. String quartet, etc..... two things went wrong:

1) The sprinkler's went off in the middle of the ceremony. Fortunately, someone happened to be sitting right next to the cut off switch and flipped it off fairly quickly.

2) There was a rock concert going on in the coliseum next door. Strains of Mony-Mony drifted over and set the groom to laughing and then the bride got the giggles....

Oh yeah - at the reception the bride's mother choked on a cocktail something or other. Her son had to perform the Heimlich and ripped her dress. (He was the same one who kept stealing drinks and slipping them to my teenage daughter and another teenage niece ----sigh...)

Scary about the Bride's mum, though.

tall grass and the ground kept tickling us. It was millions of beetles crawling in the grass. My mom, the Grandma and I were sort of shunted to the side by a pushy godmother. Pissed my sister off but not much she could do. Her leg had been amputated about four months before in a motor cycle accident.

My cousins wife had her period on and she sat down in her wedding dress on the way to the church. When she got out of the limo there was a huge stain on the back of her dress. She had to proceed with the wedding and all of the pictures were taken from the front. The wedding gown was ruined and I don't think that anyone forgot about that wedding.

day but.. of course that meant feeling under the weather for the entire honeymooon.

Bride thought she'd make it simple for him, and gave him a list of songs NOT to play.

Guess what he played.

well, 4, if you count mine, but that was just me in my jeans and cowboy boots and a courdoroy jacket and Melodie in red painters pants and a flowerd (I think) shirt in the preacher's living room in the country (Star, MS)

Then there was one of a good friend from college. His name was Eddie Schraeder . . . and still is as far as I know (he's head of the geology dept. at Millsaps College), but I digress.
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As the wedding was at the end of school (finals and all) time was rather tight. I was not able to leave school and arrive in Gulfport fr the wedding until the night before the event. Eddie had arranged for my rented tux to be there for me when I arrived.
Eddie had worked at what passed in those days for a local dept. in store in Jackson, MS. selling men's clothes. He fancied himself to be a good judge of sizes.When I arrived he had my tux ready: a size 40 something - in those days I wore a 34. It was too late to get the thing resized. Well, you can see the problem.
Well, the suspenders helped, and if I cinched the cumberbund real tight, I almost looked , well, normal.

At the church the next day, I was checking my suspenders, when the broke. As you might imagine, this caused no small amount of concern on my part. At lest the cumberbun was still ok.

The wedding was still a little ways off, so I still had a little time to check this out. Not knowing my way around this church, I had to hunt for a restroom to get situated. I ran into the first one that I found . . . to find the bride to be getting into her wedding gown.

This was only slightly embarrasing . . . as in, the election was only slightly stolen.

Well, I finally got the pants to stay put. The wedding went off without a hitch. Sort of.

The groomsmen each stood alongside a bridesmaid at the front of the church. Deapite the fact that I actually had a tux for this wedding (as opposed to my own - see above) . . . well, sort of . . .I must have looked like a very bowlegged cowboy just off the range.

You see, somewhere toward the front end of the service, my cumberbun snapped, and my pants , well, they loosened up somewhat. So I sttod, for what was, I am sure, at least 3 or 4 hours, trying to keep my pants from falling down.

Thank goodness, the preacher finally finished, the happy couple went back down the aisle, and I grabbed my pants to keep them from fallling down as the rest of us left.

but I am sure you can imagine that those can be fun the same way your tux was. *g*

I'm so pathetic even my own experiences are not original.
:nopity:

I moved to the UK from Atlanta in 1986 when my English boyfriend (now husband) had to come back here after working over there for a couple of years. We lived in London.

We got married in 1987 and no one - no one - from my side of the family attended since my control freak mother was so upset that I had left the US without her blessing that she boycotted the wedding. Everyone else in her family did too, just to keep peace with my mom. My stepmother was terrified of air travel at the time, so neither she nor my dad came either. Good thing we got married in a Register Office instead of a church.

That's the unfunny part. It gets better.

First you have to bear in mind my legal status in Britain at the time. I was over here for the first 6 months on a tourist visa, so no problem. After that I couldn't get a work permit, but I also knew I was getting married so we didn't do anything about it at the time. What it meant in the short term was that we had to go to the Home Office to sort out my status before we could go on our honeymoon, and we planned to do that on the Monday after our weekend celebrations.

The wedding went off beautifully, small but tasteful and emotional. We stayed overnight in the bridal suite of a 300-year old inn in my husband's home village, had a large church blessing ceremony the next day followed by a sit-down lunch reception in a restaurant my in-laws had hired (they felt really bad about my family), and then we all went down to London for a second, more raucous, reception there - lots of dancing, champagne, more food, cake, the works. A good time was had by all, including the bride and groom, and we stayed until the venue we were in absolutely had to close by law (by now about 2 a.m.).

This is where it fell apart. You know how, when you go to a wedding reception, you don't think too much about how the bride and groom are getting to wherever they're going later (honeymoon, whatever) because it's something someone else sorted out? Well, that happened to us - because we weren't leaving immediately to go on our honeymoon, we hadn't thought to make arrangements to get home from our own wedding reception. My husband's parents and brother, their other relatives and friends had left hours ago. Our friends had gradually gone home as the night wore on, and there we were, just us and a hard-core group of about a half dozen really close friends - none of whom was in a condition to drive - surrounded by a mountain of wedding gifts and no way to get home.

We took a few gifts with us and arranged to pick the rest up the following day, then our merry little band went out to try and hail taxis. In our wedding finery. In southwest London in the wee small hours of a Saturday night/Sunday morning. Carrying elaborately wrapped boxes.

The few cabs we saw wouldn't stop for us (not that I blame them), and then one of the friends with us shouted "there's a night bus" and we all tore off down the street, including me - in my wedding dress - running for a red double-decker London bus. One of our party tripped and fell on top of the gift he was carrying for us (crystal champagne glasses, but not for long...), and I found it hard going because I'm not so good at running in heels. The first two to reach the bus started a "pretend" argument as they were paying their fares to stall for time to allow the rest of us to catch up to the bus before the driver pulled away, but in the end we all got on.

So, that's how my husband and I got home from our wedding reception. On a night bus from Putney to Clapham, SW London, still wearing our wedding clothes.

you running along with those presents, though. *g* That sounds like something straight out of Bridget Jones. I'll keep it tucked away for future reference. ;)

About the only people either of us knew in the Fort Drum area were tactical MI people, so the only people we invited to the wedding were tactical MI people.

Tactical MI people can be fucking idiots sometimes.

We got married downtown by the Jefferson County (New York) Justice of the Peace. And I told these people that...they assured me they knew exactly where the JP's office was, so don't bother drawing maps or anything, we'll be there on time. Trust us, sergeant.

They went to the county courthouse, which is in downtown Watertown. The JP's office is five miles from the courthouse.

For the next field exercise I went on with this bunch, I drew this real detailed map with the locations of potholes and puddles plotted on it. I even started drawing in the gravel. "Why so detailed?" 'Well, on the seventeenth of last month you fuckers got lost on your way to a public building you all assured me you knew exactly where it was, so I figure one of you guys is gonna get lost on the way to the latrine and explode.'

I was with the other musicians in the choir loft at the rear of the church while the ceremony was going on.

A woman came up with her baby briefly, then walked back toward the steps. The next thing I knew, Mickey (the organist) was poking me in the ribs and whispering, "What is that woman wearing?! What is that woman wearing!!!"

I turned to see this woman's lacy panty-clad butt sticking out from behind the organ pipes. I guess she had to change the baby and didn't want to get her skirt dirty, so she'd taken that off and draped it over a pew. I'm not sure whether the celebrant got an eyeful or not, but Mickey and I were trying sooo hard not to be heard as tears rolled down our cheeks.

but the minister said:

"Do you achtung take this woman Christine to be your lawful wedded husband?"

I asked him to repeat the question.

BTW signed separation papers today (initiated by me). Should I blame the minister?

My life changed at the age of 47, took a huge, 90 deg. turn and put me on a new path that I like just fine.

But I appreciate the hug.

her, I neither know nor care, anymore. That's her karma.

Bachelor party on a ranch in Mexico. Everybody is nicely toasted. Start tossing people into the river. The groom decides that he does not want to be dunked, so he runs off to hide in the weeds. The party continues for a while, but then it's time to leave. We pack everything into the cars, and finally the groom comes out smiling. We grab him while his two brothers open the trunk and take out a big tub of ice water where we had the beers earlier. They splash the groom with the ice water and out comes a HUGE block of ice, about five or six pounds, and hits him squarely in the forehead. There was blood EVERYWHERE. Had to take him to the hospital where they put on over twelve stitches right in the middle of the forehead. The poor guy looked like Frankenstein in the wedding pictures.

I don't think the bride ever forgave any of us, especially her brothers-in-law.

:blush:

That's what made it a disaster. It's been over 30 years since the mishap, and I still cringe when I think about it.

I got off better than the groom, though. Only 2 stitches.

Has the bride forgiven ya yet?

I have not heard from them in decades.

(on edit)

We were all in college at the time, and after the incident the relationships cooled. We slowly drifted away from each other. In my particular case I moved away from the area. I am sure she eventually forgave her brothers-in-law. After all, they are family. But the rest of us, well lets just say the loss of face was too great (no pun intended).

been horrific..and plausible.

one of the associate minister showed up at the brides maid's dressing room to look for a hair dryer to dry him off..........really.

plunge?