Terrible wedding behaviour.

[WayHarshTai]

In light of the recent rash of threads about it, I thought we could have a compilation thread to keep them all in one place.

I'll start with my wedding, and my SIL.

We wanted her DS (who was about two and a half) to be a sort of page boy and wear the same style suit as his dad (best man) and the rest of the 'wedding party' including my DS. SIL said no as he woudn't want to wear a suit. And then promptly went out and bought him, that's right, a suit to wear.

She then asked if we could arrange a vegetarian meal for her despite the fact she is not a vegetarian. Which of course we did, although it smacked of 'making life difficult'. And she then managed to take both veggie meals on the day leaving my actual veggie cousin without a meal (still not sure how this happened).

At the ceremony she brought her DS in eating the World's Biggest Icecream? which he then sat and slurped in his non matching suit all through the vows.

When we got to the venue she moved all the place settings around because she didn't like where she was sitting.

She then got very drunk very quickly, became very loud, heckled the speeches, announced her recent (six months ago) miscarriage to the room and then coralled me for nearly an on the balcony while she cried and told me how awful her life was.

I just found the whole thing quite funny (well, not the crying) and it makes for an interesting story, so if she was trying to ruin things it didn't work.

Anyway, that's my Terrible Wedding Behaviour story, I know you lot have some corkers, so spill.

42 Nice to you that your not married into that family now, dogging at a wedding reception, thats so Jeremy Kyle!!

Madame, may i suggest that next time you see Miss weirdo, stick a sign on her back that says "Incest", since she seems to think about it so much.

I was lucky enough to be married in a cathedral, as that's where I was christened and my dad taught at the attached boys school. We used the choir stalls for the wedding so we could gate them off and keep the intimate feeling rather than just fill the first 4 rows in main part of cathedral. We were very strict to both sets of parents that we only wanted guests we BOTH knew. MIL was seen counting seats on visit to cathedral before, even though she knew it wasn't her decision. On the day, my dad walked me in through the cloisters, and just said to me "don't look left" seems MIL had asked extras to come along anyway and they were in the main part of the cathedral!!
After the service we had photos outside before myself and DH were to be driven to another spot for photos, a random woman nearly got in the car with us to take photos!!! When we spotted her in a later photo with the in laws, MIL just said "oh that's X, we worked together 20years ago!!!"

'Twas very very funny though, BM sobbing and clutching on the poor bride bewailing the bride's 'betrayal'

"I'm so sorry to be the one to tell you this...etc!" It was like some Jeremy Kyle moment...luckily she got hustled off by her DH pdq.

Of course she realised it was rubbish the moment she sobered up, but I don't think she can forgive me for being the "cause" of her behaving like a loon in front of everyone!

It was a very lovely, and rather glamorous wedding actually. And great to have a few bonkers stories to come out of it.

Happy days!

I mean, my DB is nice enough looking, but still....!

We had a quite wedding due to some family issues and couldn't invite ones side without the others and so forth so we just went off on our own and did it. Lovely day though beautiful county hall we got married in. On the way home the next day we phoned all immediate family and told them our 'fait accompli'. . We promised them a big night do with absolutely everybody invited of course which we had a few months later. They all congratulated us and were thrilled and understanding of our reasons, all except my DHs eldest son , who would never ever go for a drink or socialise with his dad which has always grieved my DH greatly as his own dad died when he was 15 and he never got chance. His response to our 'good news' was a sulky 'Oh thanks for the invite' . Really spoilt it for DH and l was like this . I was really angry at him and he lived with us at the time and he started on his dad as soon as we got home. He was 22 at the time so no excuse. I know it's not as dramatic as some stories on here but it did but a dampener on our day especially for DH. Like l say he never wanted to socialise with his dad or dad and l ever despite much cajoling pleading from his dad. Yet he saw fit to put down our whole celebration with just one sarky sentence.

Mind your own I have to say I can see your dh sons point of view somewhat. I wouldn't be very happy if my father married without telling me. No matter how old I was. Not saying you should have asked him but at least his father should have told him.

I was a witness at my brother's church wedding.
ExH didn't go, but I took 1.5 year old DS, who started getting restless and hungry just before they exchanged vows, so I left the church and missed it. Bad boy!
But I was there for the signatures. :)

My drunken cousin confronted me at my reception and said "you've married the wrong man - it should have been ME! We were meant to be together!!"

My cousin looks rather like this and insists on being called 'Wolf' (his real name is something far more pedestrian).

I refused his kind offer to run away together.

We also had a gatecrasher, who climbed in through the hotel reception's french windows and danced wildly with SIL, but he was a nice enough bloke and we just thought it was funny, as SIL's h-to-be had decided he was going to take over from the DJ and had been ignoring her all night :o

The bride's mother had taken on the role of bridezilla and the wedding was organised down to the nth degree. We were singing so didn't know the couple personally but the groom looked very nervous and they didn't quite 'gell'. The wedding reception was at bride's home. Unfortunately that night, in the early hours of the following morning, father of the bride got up, went down stairs and died. Very sad as he seemed like a lovely gentleman. What was wierd though was they insisted on having the funeral in the same church as the wedding, with the same flowers, and some of the same music. Needless to say the marriage was anulled due to un 'underperformance' from the groom, although this is gossip I later heard and don't know the reality. She remarried and I hope was happy.

I watched one of those emergency services tv progs the otherday. A car had driven into a horse and carriage taking bride and father to the church. The driver was seriously injured and nearly died, father of bride had to go to hospital but apparently the bride went onto te church and got married. It struck me as a bit of a downer...

As a student in Coventry I would often drink in a rather sleazy pub (The Woodbine?) On one occasion we were lurking in there hoping for a lock in (pubs used to shut in the afternoon then).

The manager ushered us upstairs to a wedding reception. The poor couple! There were only 3 of us, but we completely took over the dance floor. In particular I remember dancing rather energetically to 'Come on Eileen'

At the end one of the invited guests came up and suggested that I might like to make room on the dance floor for everyone else. He was so polite, I couldn't refuse (he really was polite!)

I went to one wedding where the groom announced in his speech that the bride had slept with him the first night they met. He then added 'now I'm not saying X is easy, but...' The bride's father's face was a picture!

I was sick down the hotel stairs at my dad's second wedding. In my defence, I was 17, it was pretty late and my entire extended family had been buying me drinks. My friend calmly went to fetch a member of staff and pointed it out to them while the rest of us hid and I'm pretty sure neither dad nor my stepmum found out.

Also, at a close friend's wedding, one of our other friends got totally smashed. She was wearing a v short minidress and started bending over the bar to buttonhole the bar staff exposing an awful lot to everyone in the room. We kept trying to lead her away but she kept going back.

The barman then served her a pint of Guinness, which she promptly let slide through her fingers and dropped all over the bride's skirt and shoes. She wasn't even that apologetic (probably too pissed), while standing in a pool of beer and broken glass while the poor bride went through gritted teeth 'no, it doesn't matter, I'll have it dry-cleaned'. I went and shouted at the barman for being stupid enough to serve her when he had been watching her and laughing for the last hour.

She then passed out on a banquette and we all breathed a sigh of relief, until she got up again and said she was going for a walk. She has an abysmal sense of direction at the best of times and we were in a rural hotel miles from anywhere and she didn't know where she was. A friend's boyfriend eventually persuaded her not to go out, and she decided to go to bed. En route there she spotted a disabled loo, shot into it and locked the door. She has form for passing out in toilets, so I banged on the door for ages while she told me to piss off and she eventually came out and we got her into her bed. In the morning she had no memory of spilling the Guinness and was horrified at herself.

Complexnumber - your story reminds me of another mumsnetter's wedding story. Her younger sister who had, iirc, Down's syndrome, was asked to the the ring bearer. She happened to be a huge fan of The Lord of the Rings, and decided that she wasn't just the ring bearer, she was the One Ring Bearer, and therefore needed a hobbit costume and cloak.

The wedding pictures are of a beautifully happy family, complete with Frodo the ring bearer. It is one of the loveliest things I have ever heard or seen.

I went to a v posh wedding at the Jockey Club in Hong Kong, as horse racing (and associated activities) were big for the FOB, who didn't really approve of his daughter marrying a Brit. His FOB speech was rambling, but boiled down to "marriage is like gambling - you can cheat, but don't get caught"....

Two Peace Corps friends of mine got married in a small town in Botswana (where we were working). They asked a PC friend of theirs to accompany them on an electric organ...

It was pure Les Dawson.

Another friend then got drunk and spent the rest of the occasion trying to snog the bride, the groom did not object as he was paralytic.

SDTG what a lovely memory!

Confession is good for the soul ... so here goes. At my daughter's wedding reception at Soho House, two journo mates and I decided to do a trio Karaoke act - drunkenly announced we were The Three Hacks. We sang, sorry, mangled 'I will survive' and I then tumbled off the stage onto my arse. Daughter's new in-laws were watching stony-faced, as was wife of my ex husband (father of the bride). I slunk off home afterwards and threw up all night, but learned later than one of the other Three Hacks had fallen down the stairs at Soho house and hurt himself quite badly.

SIL was a total bridezilla.

She threw a screaming tantrum when FIL wanted to show MIL the suit he was going to wear. My DH had to separate them as SIL was about to deck FIL (wouldn't have blamed her, he's a twat).

I'd been with DH for a year when the wedding happened and didn't really know his family very well so whilst SIL bossed my DH all day (as he was one of the ushers and the only one who did any proper ushery duties), I was left alone all day and night, was ordered to go to the church before the ceremony to decorate it(!!!) and ordered to film the entire ceremony (I don't know how to work a fucking kettle, never mind a fancy video camera).

After being ignored by everyone for the entire ceremony and reception (my in laws and their extended family are horrible horrible people so on reflection I was probably lucky), SIL then came up to me and shouted at me for looking miserable in front of the entire reception whilst I was on video camera duties.

Then a couple of weeks later, when she made the big 'I'm pregnant with a honeymoon baby' announcement (yeah right) we had to have a ceremonial viewing of the video of the wedding. I made a generic comment about how nice someone's outfit was the SIL glared at me and 'shushed' me.

She threw a massive tantrum because I didn't ask her to be a bridesmaid at our wedding.

I really don't like SIL. She threw a massive tantrum when we told them we were expecting DD and said 'that's it, I'm going to try for a baby now because I'm not having MutantandProud having all the attention'.

My DB got married abroad where his DWs family are. They were going for cheap and cheerful.

Her mum bought joggers from a charity shop to wear to the wedding and altered them night before wedding, My DM, DD and DSis had to assemble the favours tied up with wool instead of ribbon, her mum did a display in the reception room of photos of her DD growing up using none of the ones of DB that my DM had supplied, bride got changed in the toilet as she had been at the venue since the crack of dawn preparing it and her DM was nowhere to be seen, my DM was told by brides DM to clear tables after meal as there was no staff...

Could go on.

Is anyone else lurking on this thread to see if their wedding-guest misdeeds are going to be mentioned?

So many things were wrong with my brother's wedding. A few brief highlights:

My brother delivered his speech in the style of Borat. The whole thing, in a stupid comedy Borat voice. I'm sure it was meant to be funnny, but everyone just cringed (and the Eastern-European waiting staff glared at him).

There were eight speeches in total. Bride's dad, uncle, dad's business partners... Much was made of the fact that my brother was going to work for his FIL after the wedding ("I'm not losing a daughter... I'm gaining an employee!". All v crass). There were no chairs so we all had to stand during this speech-athon.

My brother went missing during the reception, and when it was time to cut the cake, a search party was sent out. He was eventually found in a nearby pub, watching the football.

The food and drink were naff: although the wedding was 3pm - 11pm, no meal was served, just canapes and the wine was Blossom Hill - not even chilled. I later found out they had economised so as to splash out on the second, more lavish celebration in Israel (my SIL's family are Jewish) two weeks later which none of my family were able to attend). We got a takeaway pizza on the way home!

Low point for me was when my brother cheerfully introduced me to his bride's granny with the words: "This is

I just love these wedding stories, people go mad during weddiings & all the problems seem to be caused by in-laws, lack of food & too much alcohol.

I used to work in a very naice hotel, in the cocktail bar. For weddings we would have the conference and banqueting bar, but that closed at midnight and I would have to keep the cocktail bar open in case any guests wanted to stay up drinking later. This was in the days when you could still smoke indoors and the bride for some reason ended up in my bar before her reception had quite finished, looking for a lighter. Some blokes who were hotel guests but nothing to do with the wedding were in my bar, and lent her a lighter. She then sat down with them, got chatting, was pissed and after half an hour sloped off to one of the guys rooms with him! Still in her wedding dress!!

The groom came looking for her eventually and we at first pretended we hadn't seen her, as didn't want to drop her in it, but after a while of looking for her he was about to call the police and we had to admit where she'd gone. He just stormed off, understandably. In the morning he'd checked out really early, and it turned out the bride had passed out in the other guys room, and stayed there all night, and had no keys to her own room. So she had to do the walk of shame to reception, in her wedding dress, which was full of her friends and family checking out.

I saw a lot of crazy stuff in that hotel, and that was right up there with the best of them!