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Allie L says
My husband’s cousin wanted an outdoor country wedding. They live in a desert, and the wedding was planned for August, so they wanted an evening wedding to avoid the heat. The ceremony went fine. The reception… less so. There was hardly any food. Less than a quarter of the people had anything to eat. And the food was *cold* enchiladas. We figured we’d at least get to eat cake though (there was a giant cake). But they didn’t serve the cake. Instead the sun went down and they turned on the generator to run the string of Christmas lights that was the entirety of lighting available. The Christmas lights killed the generator. So we had no lights, no music, no food. Instead of serving the cake, the father of the bride leaves to go find an alternative lighting solution. He’s gone for two hours.
Again, no cake, no lights, no music.
We were all sitting around in the dark, hungry, and antsy. They didn’t serve the cake though because they wanted the father of the bride there to watch the cake cutting. He finally comes back at 11pm with another generator and a boombox. They hook the lights up to the new generator (without changing anything) and blow the new generator! Around 11:30pm the cake was served and they used the boombox to start the dances. They didn’t cut straight to party dances though. We had ALL the traditional dances (father daughter, mother son, bride and groom, etc).
By this time it was past midnight, everyone was starving, and we were all freezing because it was 100 degrees when the wedding started and we were expecting to be dancing by the time the sun went down and the temperature dropped 30 degrees. The guests were more than happy to clean up and load the tables and chairs up just so we could all go home.
Tricia Currie-Knight says
My husband and I got married in my home church 7 years ago. I’m a super-obsessive planner, so of course I had the entire thing planned months in advance! A few days before the wedding, I called the florist to confirm that she would be dropping off all the flower arrangements to the church the day of the wedding…and then she said, “Wait, your wedding is NEXT weekend, right?” “No, it’s THIS weekend.” She had the correct date in the contract but had written the wrong date down on her calendar! So of course I started freaking out! Luckily, our wedding was the week after Easter, so, feeling pretty brilliant (and desperate), I called the church to see if they had any Easter lillies left over. They did!!! So, in the end, we saved a ton of money on flowers, and we had beautiful (not to mention FREE) arrangements of lillies for the wedding!
The miracle of the day? I ended up married – in spite of Mother Nature, family drama, pregnant bridesmaids and a colorblind baker.
Really – I planned for everything. I checked almanacs going back TEN years looking for trends for inclement weather before selecting May 1 for my outdoor, lakefront wedding. Wouldn’t you know it? This is TEXAS and it does love its drama, so we woke to flood warnings and tornado watches. Somewhere there is a candid photo of my mother actually wringing her hands in worry while gazing up at the violent sky.
But the weather was easy – my family knows I can control the weather (I’ll come back to that.) What I couldn’t control was that both my bridesmaids were pregnant and looking like they were going to heave all over my wedding dress any minute; my sister-in-law, whose daughter was my flower girl, choosing that day of the 365 days in the year to close on their new house; my m-i-l broke up with and then reunited with her husband in the span of 2 months to the displeasure of her son who had just helped move her out of her husband’s house. My B-I-L was so mad at my M-I-L that an hour before the wedding he took the family minivan and drove off not telling any one where he was going – and he was one of the groomsmen.
We were broke, so the videographer was a son of a friend, he covered his camera in a white Hefty bag to keep potential rain off his equipment so many of my wedding photos have this floating plastic trash bag in them. Oh and the photographer was a friend of the family who had less than no clue how to photograph a wedding or how to wrangle my massive family for photos. And most of said photos were unusable.
The cake – oh Lordy if only http://www.Cakewrecks.com had been around then. We paid extra for this antique gold filigreed multi-tiered cake. We provided photos; we had meetings. We got a cake the same color as Big Bird and half as attractive as the bird. When I walked into the room and laid eyes on the monstrosity all i could say was, “What the !@#$#@!” On the up side – it was still delicious.
Oh – and the hotel where we were staying for our honeymoon had screwed up our reservation and were trying to charge us double. Got that one fixed – after five calls.
So, circling back to the weather. Yes, I had a contingency plan, but there was no way on God’s green earth I wanted to use it. Not to sound like a UF character knock-off, but I really can on many occasions change the weather. I have references if you need them. Anyway – everyone around me is wearing their panic faces, but not me. I knew tornados and floods would not have the balls to ruin my wedding day. So I spent the day calmly getting my hair and make up done while visualizing the clouds clearing.
Two hours before the ceremony as I’m leaving the hairdressers, there is a break in the downpour. My grandpa hustled the groundskeepers to the ceremony site and they begin using leaf blowers and brooms to clear away the water and my friends dried the chairs and put out the runners.
As I walked down the isle there were cool breezes (a Texas May Miracle) and the clouds were shot through with silver linings. It looked like a set from a wedding rom/com. The officiant (with his south Texas version of Marwidge) pronounced us man and wife and nothing could have been
Also – I failed to mention – my now B-I-L went to the effort to steal bottles of wine at our open bar and the 16-yo nephew had to escorted out for attempting his first kegstand at the wedding.
There was so much more. But that’s the fun of blending family, drama and booze.
Kat Irvine says
My husband is English and we got married here in the States. Traditional english wedding cake is fruit cake. we really wanted to meld our two cultures in the wedding so we asked the baker if we could have a small- really small- fruit cake as the “grooms cake” because we knew only a very few people would want to eat it. We were very specific that we wanted small and traditional English fruit cake- not the rubbish that americans call fruit cake. It couldn’t be the top tier of the cake as it would be too heavy (and I certainly didn’t want to eat that on our 1 year anniversary!!) and we didn’t want it to be the bottom tier as that was far too large. If the baker would be unable to do it we could have his mom bring one over as you can buy small 8×8 wedding cakes at the grocery store! Well, we were assured that the baker could do it easily so no need for future in laws to bring it over. Come the wedding day, we had our 3 tier normal wedding cake and then a GIANT full sheet fruit cake- american style. the only people who had a slice were our handful of english guests and they said it wasn’t good! Luckily- all left over food went to the local homeless shelter so we know that they were well fed for the next month!
I got married twice to the same man exactly one year apart.
My now husband needed health insurance or the state we live in would tax him a ridiculous amount and his job didn’t offer it. So we got married so he could be put on my plan. We didn’t plan to tell anyone, since I knew my mom would be pissed if her first baby girl didn’t have a huge wedding and wear her dress. So we told our families we were engaged and set the date of our second wedding for exactly one year later. My work found out because I needed to take a Friday off and since there were already 4 people scheduled out of my 8 person department my boss wasn’t going to give it to me until I was like “Look, I know you are going to be short staffed but I’ve got an appointment at City Hall to get married and I can’t miss it” My boss was awesome and of course gave me the day off and then worked with other co-workers to throw me a party that night. It was a great celebration with our closest friends and co-workers and a great little cake covered in inappropriate chocolates (I will let you figure out what those chocolates were on your own).
Fast forward to the next year and I’m totally chill with everything – I wear my Mom’s ridiculous 80’s style princess dress -It weighs a ton and has all this intricate beading, giant princess pooffy sleeves, and its got all this fluff under the dress to make me look like a giant cupcake, and the veil is also a ridiculous matching monstrosity. I don’t care when things went wrong (the DJ didn’t play the right song when we were walking up and down the aisle) and a friend who wasn’t supposed to have a speech grabbed the microphone and just did whatever for 5 minutes -we were already married and this was really just a day for my mom. She was so happy to have her first baby girl get married in her dress, and my dad got to walk me down the isle. It was a great 1 year anniversary celebration. Now the trouble is remembering how many years we have been really married.
The night before my wedding, my soon-to-be father-in-law had to be hospitalized for an intense gallstone attack. He’d told my future husband to not delay/postpone the wedding even if he wasn’t discharged in time.
Nobody told me until an hour or so before the wedding (they tried to minimize my worries).
Luckily, my father-in-law was able to attend the wedding. He was rather out of it with his pain medication, but he still served as one of the witnesses (a special role in our ceremony).
It’s a sweet memory for me (more than 16 years later) that my father-in-law cared more about us getting married as planned than him attending his oldest son’s wedding. And I’m so glad he was well enough to be there… physically.
Dawn L says
My wedding day was perfect……Is what I wish I could’ve said.
But here’s what really happened: One bridesmaid decided she didn’t need fittings and the day of found out she couldn’t zipper her gown, another showed up completely still hammered from the night before. My step daughter decided that I wasnt allowed to have a day dedicated to me and her dad and was a total brat the entire time we tried to get ready finally my oldest sister removed her from the room before I threw her out a window. The hotel room’s AC broke and I started to melt. Luckily my mom has no problem complaining and got us an even bigger room for free! However even though my mom and sister went to all the fittings and knew how to lace up my dress on the day of they forgot and my photographer had to help me. One groomsmen was MIA and eventually turned up. Another made it to the hotel where the limos were and completely had to turn around because he was missing half of his tux. AND THIS WAS BEFORE THE CEREMONY!!
During the pictures my nephew almost fell off the dock (later on that evening he went missing and we found him on the dock again almost about to fall in) I completely forgot my vows developed stage freight and stood like a deer in headlights at the alter until finally i broke down and mumbled something! Cocktail hour was awesome….I was told. I was busy trying to find a bridal attendant so i could pee…. This was a recurring theme throughout the night. Any time I had to pee no one could be found!! Finally I got fed up after the 2nd time of loosing my help and found a way to go on my own! My very drunk sister and her very drunk boyfriend caught the bouquet and garter and then…started violating eachother on the dance floor in front of Hubby’s super reserved grandparents…. One of my sisters was in a fight with another one of my sisters and I had to rearrange my already complicated seating chart to accomodate them being on opposite sides of the room. I found out people were taking bets on how long we’d last.
And that’s not all folks!!! And the piece de resistance…. One VERY hammered bridesmaid told my entire family in the ladies room that I was pregnant. (I was, but I was waiting to tell everyone. ) You can imagine the phone calls I got the next day!
Though we had a whole bunch of hiccups, it was still one of the greatest days of my life. Still get compliments to this day on how it was one of the best weddings anyone’s been to! We just celebrated our 5 year wedding anniversary
I’ve been mostly a loner, until I met a really great guy after I moved far away from my crazy immediate family. He asked me to marry him, I said yes, and we planned to wait a couple of years. Some months later I became pregnant, very happy, but he and some other people insisted the wedding had to be before the baby. I had no clue what I was supposed to do. My distant family and his mother basically put my wedding together.
I insisted on affordable everything. I bought my dress from JC Penny, which ended up being 99 dollars and I thought that was crazy. My bridesmaid’s, my cousin who was local. Two best friends from school (eight hours away), and my soon to be sister-in-law ( 4 hours away). I picked rather cheap dresses that were rather pretty and tame, from Fredrick’s of Hollywood. I know, crazy right, but they were very tame, tasteful and 40 bucks. I wanted a wildflower theme, to match the slate blue of the silk dresses, and told the bridesmaids that I trusted them to get whatever shoes that were comfortable, as long as they kind of matched.
My guy and I had done some work for the local nursery and we picked out wildflower’s for the bouquets. I bought of bunch of cheap fake flower’s to make flower wreaths for myself and the bridesmaids, to wear in our hair. I also gave a sample to the florist to match the flowers. The cake and the DJ, were the most expensive, but still in our budget.
I have a rather crazy family! Short story, they can not get along and they like to play the blame game. I have a biological father who didn’t have much to do with me as a child. A step father who walked away. A grandfather (my mother’s father) who disowned me. They all really dislike each other a great deal, but love to be in my business and cause trouble. It was bad as a young child, but in my teens, when my mother died, it was World War III. So like I said, I moved far away. Eight hours to be exact.
I was willing to let the past be and told them about the wedding. I even sent invites with a verbal warning to everyone that if they couldn’t get along, then they shouldn’t come. All 3 “father figures” in my life, believed they were walking me down the aisle. I didn’t think I needed anyone to walk me down any aisle. I would give myself to my husband. They were able to walk away from me as a child, I didn’t need them as an adult.
A month before the wedding, a massive record breaking flood, happened to the small town I resided in. Needless to say, it was devastating. The town was closed off, right up to two weeks before the wedding. The florist and the bakery were affected. Everyone local, that was apart of the wedding was still sandbagging and helping out around the community. The few local hotels/motels were full of FEMA and volunteers. We really thought we would have to cancel. The groom decided we were having the wedding. The church was fine and not in the flooded area. His mother already bought the food, she made a really big meal for our reception.
Even though I had my dress altered, my great aunt had to fix it, on the day of the wedding. It was too big. Hours before I was supposed to be at the church I was standing in her RV, bringing in the sides, so my dress would stay on my shoulder’s and not flash everyone.
My best friends, complained about HOW FAR, and LONG the drive was. Then made fun of me for moving to a small town in the middle of no-where. They carpooled, but they couldn’t get together sooner to plan on shoes. One wore black, the other white (they live minutes from each other in a major city). The groom’s sister and my cousin (one local and the other 4 hours away) had their shoe’s dyed the color of the dress. They told me, since I picked cheap dresses they had money to pay for the dyed shoes from Payless.
The florist, lost our order and made up some last minute flowers. Which ended up being a peach color. Then over charged us. As it turned out, the local high school prom was the same night, and they rushed flower’s in. They told us we were lucky we got anything at all.
The bakery was able to make the cake’s, which matched my dresses and not the flowers. No big deal. The person who was cutting the cake only cut the sheet cake. We ended up over budget and taking home 3 tiers of cake.
The groom was late to the church because his car wouldn’t start and a groomsman had to give him a ride. Later while in the wedding march, from the church to the reception, my new sister-in-law almost crashed into a groomsman with her car. My life flashed before my eyes.
The photographer, who was a family member, did something and most of the film was wrecked. We have very few pictures from our day. She, also left right after eating. No photos of the reception.
All of my crazy family did make it. It was a very, very long night of bickering and plotting. The grooms car was covered in Oreo’s, flour and honey. It wasn’t even supposed to be there, sneaky friends! He spent a good portion of the wedding dance at the car wash trying to get the crap off, before it dried. The other half of the night he was trying to put out the fires, someone from MY family would start.
My new husband, ended up really sick. That night, we discovered he suffers from migraines. I believe, the constant back and forth battle with my family, did him in. I remember asking him over and over, are you sure you want to be married to me. You, now, see where I come from. His response, “I’m marring you, not them. They leave after it’s all done”. No honeymoon for us, though. I still try to avoid my family. That was 19 years ago, I’d do it all over again, with just him and I, minus the crazy.
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Ilona and Gordon have eight ARCs (Advanced Reader Copies) of Magic Binds to give away! These are early releases typically sent to reviewers so that word about the release can spread. The contest is open to international as well as domestic readers, however please indicate if you are outside the United States.
Here is the contest:
Magic Binds takes us up to Kate and Curran’s wedding <wahoo!> and all the *fun* that goes with big important life events. We are looking for a quick summary of the best (worst) wedding fail. Never participated in a wedding but had a similar horrible turn of events during another large family (because family brings the drama!) event? We want your story! You need to have been directly involved in the unfortunate events–nothing you heard from a friend of a friend.
It should be something that everyone can laugh about now but at the time seemed like the end of the world. Submit your story here on the blog to be considered. The winners will be randomly selected and their stories will be reposted after the deadline of September 5, 2016.