"The bride warned the groom several dozen times, in my presence, that if he smashed the cake in her face, they would have issues. Using phrases like, 'I am not kidding' or 'I am completely serious.'
Groom was a good 'ol boy type. His friends found out about his bride's one stipulation about the wedding. She was flexible on a lot of other things, but no cake-smashing. They started making whip-cracking sounds, teasing him that he was 'whipped' and needed to 'Put His Foot Down' And 'Show Her Who's Boss.'
Yeah, he smashed the cake in her face.
She had it annulled."
"We had this massive wedding party. His side was one of those families with loads of money, but not an ounce of class. Just rowdy, loud and incredibly rude, making sure to let everyone know how rich they were. She was a quiet, shy girl with a small family full of boring mousy types. As the night progressed, his family just got drunker and louder as hers hid in the corners, visibly annoyed.
At one point, the groom grabbed the microphone and did a heavily intoxicated version of Frank Sinatra's 'My Way' whilst his whole family cheered him on. Afterward, he turned to his bride and slurred over the speakers, 'Tonight, we will do it MY WAY, wifey!' and then proceeded to make doggy style thrusting gestures.
The bride flushed bright red, got up and walked out, her mom on her heels. She didn't come back. The groom stayed and got so trashed his disgusting family had to carry him out at the end of the night.
It was spectacular. They didn't last long."
"The marriage didn't last 6 hours! I was bartending for the reception. Everything seemed pretty typical and standard as guests arrived, drank, and conversed. The wedding party arrived and everything seemed to be completely normal. Everyone was happy, having fun, etc.
When it came time for the formalities, the bar closed and everyone took their seats. The speeches began, with the maid of honor and best man. Everything was going as per usual for a wedding---until the best man finished his speech and the food began to be served.
The groom grabbed the mic after the best man's toast and wished everyone a great night and a nice meal.
That's when crap hit the fan.
After his well wishes, he asked for the attention of his best man and bride. He told them that he knew they were having sex behind his back for the entirety of the engagement and that he would be filing for an annulment on Monday. He thanked everyone for coming, and apologized to the father of the bride, saying, 'I would have called it off weeks ago, but I figured you would be way more ticked at your little princess when you couldn't get out of the bill for the reception.'
He turned to his wife and said, Screw you!' then turned to his best friend and said, 'From what I overheard, my junk is still bigger than yours.'
Mic dropped, groom out the door, absolute chaos. Me and my fellow bartender looked on in amazement. We had to go into the kitchen to laugh and high-five.
The bride ran directly to the bathroom, both furious and inconsolable, with bridesmaids running after. Her mother, aunts, and about 20 other women tried breaking into the bathroom which she apparently locked herself in. She refused to come out until everyone left the facility. She left through a back door with her mother and a few of the bridesmaids after an hour and a half.
The best man was surrounded by the groomsman in what seemed to be a circular questioning of WTF? He made a run for the door, only to be followed by his parents who had the most saddening look of disgust on their faces. He made it out the door and got in a cab with his family. Apparently, his mother was crying from the moment he was outed until they left the facility. He was gone with his family in a matter of minutes. A lot of people were focused on the bride, and the majority of people were still in disbelief. Outside of the embarrassment and the obvious anger from his immediate family, he got off easily, though I have no idea what the residual effects were the days following. I imagine he lost quite a few friends and the respect of his family.
The bride's father went from complete disbelief to anger, to rage, to tears, all in a matter of minutes. Nobody would say a word to him. Friends tried to approach and he pushed everyone away. He kept his composure better than most would from what I saw and heard. Just kind of faded to the back and tried to apologize as people gathered their things and left. Weeks later I found out that my boss did give him a big break on the bill. My boss said he felt so terrible, and as much as he hated to lose money, he felt it was the right thing to do.
The crowd was like a group of zombies walking out the door. Quiet whispers and shuffling feet with looks of horror on their faces. I remember one guy started laughing, and his spouse hit him with a purse. That place was cleared out in about 15 minutes, but the bride still waited another hour before she thought she could leave and spare further embarrassment."
"The bride had been a total pain in the butt while planning her wedding. She wanted the most lavish food, the best alcohol package, the most over-the-top decor. Fine, we can make your venue look like something Donald Trump might describe as 'a little too gilded,' whatever. After that was done, she demanded mirrors, and disco balls, and anything else reflective we could cram into the space.
Then, she demanded to interview all the wedding officiants, because she wanted a 'really hot guy' to perform the ceremony. She complained that everyone she saw was, 'like middle aged or something,' and insisted we had to find her someone that looked like Chris Evans because she wanted everyone in her pictures to be hot.
Day of the wedding, she asked me to procure as many lions as I could get my hands on and have them sitting around the head table. Cause what you really need at an open bar are a bunch of apex predators. When informed she could not have lions at her reception, she dissolved into tears, complaining about her crappy little wedding (of 300 guests, cases of Cristal, and freaking Lobster tail as the main), and how her little sister always got everything better than she did. We all knew that this was not about a marriage and was all about a party. When your wedding is just about out-doing someone else's reception, there's no hope for your relationship.
All the way through this mess, the groom had just rolled his eyes, and let his bride spend like a drunken sailor on leave. He never objected to any of her insane requests, just let her have whatever she wanted. However, he didn't even bother to come up to the suite while she was having a meltdown over the lions, because, 'I'm too drunk to deal with this, and also I don't want to have to hear her scream about seeing the stupid dress.'
Bride was back a year later with a friend to help plan that wedding, sans ring."
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"I have seen brides fight their grooms at the reception, I've seen a bride bash a family member over the head with a bottle of champagne, I've seen small children whip burning tea lights at guests from a floor above, I've seen a guest try to fake a slip and fall to sue the venue, but probably the most WTF moment was a very obviously arranged marriage. Most of the planning was done by the parents because they were local and the kids were 'traveling overseas.' Red flag. Day of, we met the happy couple to be. I'm really bad at judging ages, but she seemed at least old enough to consent. And, I should add, she was gorgeous; could have been a model. The groom, however, was almost a foot shorter than she, very lanky, and looked like he was squarely in the middle of an adolescent awkward phase. My staff and I had difficulty not giving any outward signs that we were very uncomfortable. The body language was perplexing and then just sad during photos. Culturally, it's not uncommon for PDA to be kept to a minimum, but the way she leaned away from him and could barely look at him, she was so obviously miserable. To this day, I regret not offering to help her escape through a bathroom window. I told myself it was not my place to interfere and that I should just shut up and do my job. I will never take another client without a face to face with the bride first. I hope they're not still together."
"I had a wedding I coordinated where the bride literally went from this sweet, kind and very fun person to a meltdown-laden bridezilla. It was bad. I knew it wasn't going to last the moment she arrived at the venue. She tore up the guest list and was furious at the groom because his family, most of them either elderly and disabled, weren't at the ceremony yet (they were five minutes late, and parking was awful). So she decided to start the ceremony even though they weren't there yet. The groom had zero say as he was a really quiet guy. During the bridal procession down the aisle, people kept arriving and having to walk down the aisle to get to their seats. She insulted each member of his family as they would enter the venue.
Then, during the actual vows, the groom was so terrified, he literally couldn't look at her. Instead, he did his vows while looking at the minister. She grabbed his face mid-vows, pointed his face to hers, then said, 'Do them over, NOW!' Probably the most cringe-worthy moment I've ever seen in my entire career. The guests tried to laugh it off, but we all felt bad for him.
The icing on the cake was during the toast. She decided to talk about his mom, then passive-aggressively insult her, then completely insult the crowd, then her new husband. She was sober. When the toast started, traditionally the best man kicks it off, then the maid of honor, then anything goes. We had planned it in traditional order before the wedding, but the bride took my mic as I was introducing the bridesmaid and told the crowd, 'Look up. Look to the left and right. Look at the tables.' At this point, we all thought it was going to be an Oprah moment and they would give the guests their favors, but instead she said that everyone should be both honored and appreciative that they were invited to the wedding, because she paid (not true) top dollar to have it at such a beautiful venue. The looks on the people's faces was truly uncomfortable. Some were confused as to whether she had actually said what she said, and others were absolutely ticked. At that point, I knew this wedding was going to be off the rails.
After the dinner, about 75% of the guests just up and left.
One of the things that always fascinates me is what people decide to do for their cake. Sometimes they do cupcakes, others I've seen the bride and groom do a full candy bar. Well, this cake was massive. The guest count was roughly 100 but this cake could've easily served close to 300. Very elaborate and shipped in from New York from some high-end bakery. There was Chinese lettering/design on the cake. The wedding theme included mariachis, Mexican food, etc., so the cake felt very out of place from a design perspective and but hey- it's their day, so I'm not one to rip apart the theme.
When it was time for the cake cutting, she grabbed the mic out of my hands, which she did numerous times throughout the evening, and told everyone to shut up. She started talking about how high-end the cake was and how people at this wedding should be happy to eat it.
Crowd went from silent to upset, again.
Then she pointed out three of the symbols on the cake, which were the largest. I'll never forget this because what followed was a silence I can only describe as 'pin-drop-worthy.' She said that they meant 'Obey, Listen and Loyalty.' She said that she expected these three traits from her husband at all times, and not in a joking way.
Room was silent the whole time the cake was being served.
They divorced a few weeks later. How do I know? She stiffed me on payment and kept blaming her now-ex-husband for not having any money and everything that went wrong in their marriage."
"Sometimes, we just got THOSE events, the ones you go in knowing it's going to be a bad time. So this couple wanted everything decked out in orange and camo, which is not my thing, but whatever. However, the groomsmen tried to bring rifles into the event venue which is a big no-no (guns+alcohol+ extended family never a good idea). They were very understanding, but the groom, who we will call groomzilla, was not. He has been drunk since at least 9 am.
Anyway, by some miracle, the ceremony goes off without a hitch and we get everyone served apps and dinner. This was an open bar, so by the time the first dances were over, everyone was fairly wasted. We had to buy two more kegs for a 130 person wedding, that level of wasted.
So then we make last call. The bridal party is nowhere to be found. After some searching, the bride is peeing out back (WE HAVE BATHROOMS) and the groom is MIA. My supervisor goes to check up by the DJ booth, and lo and behold, groomzilla is passed out at the top of the staircase, head facing down the stairs.
The following conversation was relayed to me by my supervisor. She is S, groomzilla is GZ.
Supervisor: 'Excuse me sir, we're closing and you can't--'
GZ: 'SHHHHHH!' He shoves a finger in her face to shush her.
She tries several more times to tell him his hotel shuttle is outside waiting, but he won't stop shushing her, so she grabs our security guy, who we'll call James.
James: 'Hey buddy, this is a bad place to sleep-'
GZ: 'Shhhhhhhh!' And shoves his finger in someone's face yet again
James, to S: 'He shushed me.'
S: 'Let's just let his friends get him outside.'
So they leave him with two groomsmen, who convince him to go smoke outside. Bridal party is already in the limo, minus those three. James goes outside to make sure they're getting their butts in the limo, and Groomzilla doesn't like this. In a drunken haze, he lunges for James and attempts to punch him in the jaw.
James dropped him like a sack of potatoes in one fluid, artistic motion. He rotated groomzilla in a graceful circle before letting him land flat on his back. Nice try, genius.
By the way, they were some of our worst guests. Our venue was trashed and they were rude to the staff all night. All trashy jerks. They're all blacklisted.
As for why the marriage didn't last, he was an alcoholic, belligerent jerk who embarrassed her in front of her family."
"The bride had a father who was mortgaging his home to pay for the wedding. She had been given everything as a child and became accustomed to life on a silver platter. She worked for Christian Dior in makeup sales and therefore insisted everything must be designer.
She had a destination wedding that lasted a month at a villa in Italy. More than 50 people flew out and she had designer dresses and accessories for every single planned event for an entire month. There were nonstop events planned. She was the star of everything. Her husband was an afterthought and she only beckoned him over for pictures when her personal photographer reminded her that they should take some together.
The extravagance of the wedding put my estimate at two years tops. They made it about two years, her pregnancy likely playing a big part in the longevity of the two-year marriage.
Rule of thumb: the more extravagant the wedding, the more likely they are compensating for a hollow relationship."
"I am a wedding planner. As a favor to the president of the company I work at for my 8-5 job, I agreed to coordinate his wedding. This was his third wedding, and the bride's first.
He's a decent enough guy; wealthy but stingy, scatter brained, stubborn, but has a lot of really good friends that said a lot of really great things about him at the wedding.
She's ditsy, gorgeous, and younger than him by about 20 years.
They had been engaged for a while (over a year, I think), but waited until about 6 weeks before their wedding date to start really planning anything.
The guest list was over 300 people. The venue was an amazing barn in the middle of nowhere, minimal electrical power, no running water in the barn. There were multiple homes on the property that can be rented out. They rented the entire property for a week, and it was covered in campers, trailers, etc.
The whole thing was a disaster from planning through the reception. The live band didn't have enough power and we ended up powering them from one of the RV's generators. There was no seating chart and there were about six different caterers running food stations around the barn.
Somehow a rumor got started that the wedding was at 5 pm, it was actually at 4 pm, so critical guests were arriving very late to the ceremony.
On this crazy large property, their ceremony site was up a steep hill, so a shuttle van had been rented and was driving guests up the hill, 15 at a time.
By the time the ceremony was ready to start, the bride was drunk, the bride's dad was drunk, and the groom was drunk.
There was a champagne station at the ceremony site, which was completely drained before the last of the guests were arriving at the top of the hill. The guests were ticked.
The rest of the night went how it went. Water was poured from gallon jugs with spigots. The bar ran out of most of the booze with a couple of hours to go. There was no propane in the heaters for the patio (this was in late fall; it was cold).
I left at around 11 pm (having arrived that day around 8 am).
I know the bride and groom had a staycation honeymoon planned, so I didn't expect to see my boss at work for a few weeks (he's often traveling for work anyway). What I heard later from a coworker who helped at the wedding was that the marriage didn't even last the night.
The groom was found (by the father of the bride) in the middle of banging one of the bridesmaids, that night, in the honeymoon/party house. The kicker is: more than half the bridesmaids were the bride's sisters, so the odds are pretty good that he slept with one of them.
Upon hearing all this, I kept my mouth shut. I haven't told a single person (save my husband, who was my assistant at the wedding). I had tried friending the bride on Facebook because I really wanted to see the pictures (the photographer was incredible), but she hasn't accepted yet. I have not seen her at work since the wedding (she used to visit frequently), and my boss hasn't ever worn a wedding ring."
"I do wedding photography. I second-shot at a very large, extravagant wedding. The wedding party were all sorority sisters and fraternity brothers at rival schools. There were 24 of them (12 bridesmaids, 12 groomsmen). The couple's family had clearly spent a lot of money, especially on the decorations. Also, Ben Stein was there for some reason.
Anyway, the first thing the father of the bride said to me was a complaint about the groom. The groom didn't like the way the suits turned out and insisted that all of the men return to the shop that morning to get something else (those poor menswear shop employees).
I met the groom when it was time to do groomsmen photos, which I generally handled solo while the main photographer did bridesmaid photos. We typically do some posed shots and some informal ones. Well, the groom flat-out refused to do any posed photos. I can usually convince reluctant subjects to just do the thing, but he absolutely WOULD NOT do a single group photo. I finally managed to get some informal photos (like I was their paparazzi or something), but that was all he'd allow. As we were walking back to the main reception area, he told me he didn't even want to get married, 'This is all her thing.'
I sometimes think about that couple. I hope they're not together anymore. The bride was really sweet, if naive and a little superficial. She put a lot of work into that wedding. I hope she found someone who deserved it."
"I had a wedding couple come to see me by appointment to plan the music for their church wedding ceremony. They each brought their respective mothers to the planning session.
Right out of the gate, they started arguing over choices for the Processional. The groom-to-be wanted something to show off the full organ whereas the bride-to-be wanted something smaller scaled and gentle. There was no middle ground, no matter what organ pieces I showed them.
Then, of course, their mothers took sides and further intensified their bickering, even though I asked them politely to let the couple choose their own selections.
In the end, it really wasn't about the choice of music. It was about a fundamental crack in the foundation of their soon-to-be marriage: an unwillingness to compromise or to even hear what the other was attempting to convey.
Sadly, their marriage ended in divorce in less than two years, but how they made it that long I'll never know."
"I managed the bar at a sports venue and was the 'bar consultant' for our catering department. As you would expect, most of the time we worked during sporting events. Occasionally there'd be a concert. So when the stadium marketing team told us in our weekly meeting that they'd just booked a wedding, we were shocked. We'd never hosted a wedding before, and most of us were unmarried so we didn't have that much experience with the industry. The marketing team brushed our concerns aside (warning sign #1) and gave us the details for event.
After asking around the office staff, we learned that this was being done as a half favor, half side deal for one of the big corporate sponsors of the team. One of their VP's son's was getting married and was a huge fan, so he insisted on getting married at the venue (warning sign #2). We had our first meeting with the family and it was an eye-opening experience. Husband to be was clearly disinterested in the planning, wifey was less than excited about his chosen venue, and the mother-in-law (husband's mom) was a USDA, First Class BE-YOTCH.
Mother-in-law started the meeting off by giving us her list of demands for the wedding. She had picked almost everything out, from the food to the decor to the place settings. The only thing the bride had input on was the flowers. Myself and the rest of the catering staff were looking over her list and quickly realize that this is going to be pricey. We asked MIL what the budget was for the entire event and she said $10,000. We asked how many people are going to be attending, she told us there would be 200 guests. This was the exact moment when we realize there was clearly a disconnect between mother-in-law and reality. The Catering Director hesitantly tried to tell mother-in-law that the things she wanted and her budget weren't exactly congruous. We got a haughty, 'Well, other vendors have said they could make it work!' This should have been huge warning sign with neon lights #3.
What follows is months of threats, complaints, and criticism from mother-in-law about everything from our prices (exorbitant), to our policies (ridiculous), to our staff (inexperienced and inept).
Our first step was to give her exactly what she wanted, along with what that would cost. The first proposal included everything she wanted, at a price of about $30,000. Cue the first round of angry emails and phone calls. During this phase, she threatened to cancel the event twice (fine with us, we didn't want or need this event) and went back to the marketing department to complain about how unreasonable we were being.
During the 2nd phase, she had begun climbing down off her previous demands to wheedling and trying to bypass us to bring costs down. First, she didn't want us to provide any liquor or beer, she'd bring it in (through the corporate sponsors, a beer company). I told her flat out, no that's not going to happen. The liquor license is in our name, we are the ONLY providers of alcohol on this property. She can either use us or have no booze at the wedding. She then proceeds to ratchet up her complaining all the way to her husband, who talks to his buddies in the front office about 'the alcohol problem.' Fortunately, we were able to hold our ground on this.
3rd phase of planning got sad. Mother-in-law was still angry about having to downgrade all her plans and sent us a new list of what she wanted for the wedding. She had done a complete 180 and requested the cheapest of everything. Plastic folding tables and chairs, no linen except at the head table, paper plates and napkins for all guests, the cheapest buffet option (basically beans and hot dogs), and so on. We were in the middle of preparing this new proposal (it would have come in at around ~$8,000), when the bride came in to meet with us. She was visibly upset and we got the distinct impression that she'd had little to no part in planning her own wedding. It turns out her family doesn't have much money, but her fiancé's family is well-off. Her soon to be father-in-law offered to foot most of the cost of the wedding, but mother-in-law had insisted she be the financial adviser so that the money was used judiciously. The bride was able to pick out her own dress, but that was one of only three things she'd been allowed to have a say in so far. We all felt bad for her, especially since we'd been dealing with the disaster that is her soon-to-be mother-in-law for months now.
The bride made a few requests and we changed the budget to reflect these. The new proposal comes in around $14,000. We didn't hear from mother-in-law, bride, or anyone for three weeks. We reached out to marketing to ask them if they'd heard anything since the actual wedding was one month away and if we're going to do this, we needed to start ordering product and arranging things now. They hadn't heard anything either. We sat another week. Finally, we got a fax from mother-in-law with the contract signed.
The next three weeks suck as mother-in-law was back in full force, trying to get us to make changes to the contract, which we refused repeatedly.
Finally, we get to the day of the wedding and technically speaking, it goes off without a hitch. However, it is a disaster to watch this family party. Mother-in-law got sloppy drunk and alternated between criticizing everything we're doing and trying to seduce one of the groomsmen. The groom got absolutely blasted and passed out mid-way through the evening. His groomsmen thought it would be hilarious to carry him, unconscious, through the stadium on their shoulders. The bride spent most of the day sitting at the head table, surrounded by her bridesmaids. The happiest I saw her all day was when she had her father-daughter dance.
This wedding was a topic of conversation amongst the staff for years afterward. Occasionally we'd hear updates on the family from the front office. The bride got pregnant soon after, her husband got a job with daddy's company, but made the mistake of getting plastered at a company event and making an idiot of himself so he's in flux there."
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