This is the third installment of Worst Wedding Guest stories from Someecards readers, because our fans are hilarious, and apparently they attend a lot of disastrous weddings. (Volume 1, Volume 2) At this point, we're just left wondering if every mother-in-law in America needs to go to rehab. Also, the nation's brothers need to dump their girlfriends, because they are trainwrecks. Not like the groomsmen out there are doing much better. Y'know what? Everyone's a mess. Go take a cold shower and drink some coffee, all of you!
1. Sometimes, there are two sides to every story. Other times, you're talking about Caitlin from Facebook's cousin.
My cousin is a true lady. At my sisters wedding, she stole all of the free cigars, shoved them in her grossly ample cleavage and blamed it on the closest black guy. She then proceed to proposition anyone and everyone, from our wedding and the strangers wedding in the room next door. Man or woman, young or old, it didn't matter, her groping hands were everywhere. It was open bar, she left the bar with 5 white Russians everytime, all for her.
After the wedding ended, a groomsman found her lying in the parking lot and he offered to help her. She declined but offered to let him watch her pleasure herself in the bathroom. He declined, so she countered with an offer of oral sex. He still declined, so she threw profanities at him. Back at the hotel, she wandered around the parking lot alternately screaming and crying. Once inside, she tried seducing her sisters husband, in front of family members. The last time I saw her that night, she was lost in an elevator and couldn't figure out how to get out.
2. This story, emailed in by an anonymous reader, has an important moral: don't get too close to your work friends. Or maybe anyone.
My ex-boyfriend/ex-husband and I were friends with another couple, we will call them Tim and Susan, and we all worked for the same company before we got married. Tim had been one of my close friends since I was about 15. (I was about 24 at this time.) Tim and Susan got engaged out of the blue and I was very happy for them. About a month or 2 later, my boyfriend proposed to me. I had never been married before and my boyfriend had had a very short marriage before me. The other couple had both been married before.
We go about planning the wedding and Susan and I were to be a bridesmaids in the other's wedding. They were having lots of issues planning their wedding with venues and such while ours was flowing along smoothly. I even made sure she was ok with the fact that I wanted to get married a couple months before her.
Cut to the wedding day: I had made sure the bridesmaids dresses were comfortable and flattering to everyone. I asked that they please leave their dresses on as long as the photographer was in attendance. After about an hour at the reception I see Susan walking around with some ugly brown skirt and and t-shirt. She decided that she wanted to change. I was pissed but didn't want it to ruin my wedding day so I ignored her. At least for awhile.
Her and her boyfriend preceded to smoke multiple joints behind the building where the reception was being held and also got completely drunk. They didn't stay to help us clean anything and I ended up having to take off my wedding dress to help clean the building after the reception.
My husband and I went on our honeymoon. We come back and go to work after a week to find out she has told everyone at the company what a bitch I was at my wedding and how i yelled at everyone and ordered people around and kept telling people what to do. She made up multiple stories of how I was a huge bridezilla. I was completely in shock.
I called my closest family and friends, the ones that would tell me the truth, to ask how I was and they said they didn't see me lose my cool even once. I confronted her about it and she lied and said that she didn't say anything to anyone. She replaced me in her wedding with her sister and had to get a new dress because her sister wouldn't fit in the one I was going to wear.
They ended up having to have a Vegas style wedding because no one in our small town would marry them since they both had been divorced. I never once spoke to either of them again. I left the company about a year later but my ex-husband stayed working there.
He said the day after i left she started flirting with him and he told her to "F" off. My husband told me later that he had intended to propose to me a few months before he actually did and talked to Tim about it and showed him the ring he had purchased for me. Tim proposed to Susan the very next day.
He was furious and Tim even rubbed it in his face that he "beat him." I also found out she talked trash about me the entire time i was planning my wedding. She didn't attend my bridal shower or my bachelorette party. I have ran into her out and about since then and ignore her even when she attempts to talk to me. My husband and I got divorced a couple years ago but we still talk about how crazy she is.
3. Debbie's story is proof that a rich town is no protection against disaster. The culprit here is even more terrifying than the brother's girlfriend: the brother's ex-girlfriend.
I was a guest at a wedding in a very upscale community. All the wedding guests were seated in the church wearing their designer outfits. The priest was in place, the groom at the altar, and the organist started to play the wedding march. The bride was about to be escorted to the altar by her brother. As the flower girls walked down the aisle all of a sudden we heard screams, and a loud commotion.
Apparently, the brother of the bride had dumped his girlfriend right before the wedding, so the crazy ex decided she was going to ruin his sister’s big day. She physically attacked the bride, gauging fingernails in her face, tearing her veil off her head. She also was trying to rip the wedding gown off of the bride.
Guests were trying to break up the attack. The mother of the bride dumped a bowl of holy water over the ex-girlfriend’s head and it took 6 grown men to finally physically restrain the ex girlfriend. The priest just stood at the altar shouting “Jesus Christ” and rattled off a bunch of prayers. (Some of them even sounded like he was performing an exorcisism!)
The police were called, 5 patrol cars responded and the brother’s ex girlfriend was eventually arrested. After an hour delay so that the bride’s dress could be repaired, the wedding finally took place.
We found out at the reception that the ex-girlfriend had been committed to a mental institution. Unfortunately, the bride had cuts all over her face but the wedding photographer was able to retouch them out of the wedding pictures. This wedding was definitely soap-opera worthy, and is a true legend in the town.
4. Cassandra can laugh at her confused, mean-spirited wedding officiant now, but the online review she might have left probably wasn't as forgiving.
We hired a sweet old lady to marry us. The night before the wedding at the rehearsal she was different. She had a huge scar across her neck and her speech was slurred. I don't know if it was surgery and she was hopped up on pain meds or if she pissed off a bride the week before. She was mean as hell.
We paid her extra to do the rehearsal and my parents were 10 minutes late because they stopped to pay the caterer and their system was down. She wanted to have the rehearsal without my dad to walk me down. I told her she was going to wait, again it was 10 minutes.
She barked orders at everyone once it got started and was even mean to the flower girl. I was so upset I could barely go to sleep that night worrying about the minister the next day. So we're lining up to do the ceremony and I see she has a book with her speech all written out and my name is even highlighted.
Well she starts calling me the wrong name part way through the ceremony then back to the right one. When she goes back to the wrong name my sister corrects her out loud.
Immediately after the ceremony she demanded payment from my parents and was very rude about it. Then she had the nerve to ask for a review on one of those wedding websites. I told her she really didn't want me to do that. No apologies or anything. Best part is we have video of this and it's pretty funny to go back and watch.
5. Rebecca is a woman of few words, but not many are needed to convey that this mother of the groom was, indeed, a special one.
When we got married. My husband's mother flew out from Philadelphia and we met her at the airport. I knew immediately she did not like me. Then she served my husbands father with divorce papers, so the entire event was shrouded by that.
They both told us that "well, maybe I should not go to the wedding because THEY are going to be there."
My husband was so upset over all this stupid drama that I got us a hotel room and we went there to get away from them. What a mess.
6. Sometimes it's hard to admit that your own family members aren't on board with your marriage, like with this anonymous reader's husband.
Before we were married, my husband didn't believe me when I told him that his sister didn't like me.
She showed up in head to toe black to our outdoor summer wedding. The only thing missing was a mourning veil draped over her hat. Her husband was also in a black suit. They are pictured unsmiling and looking like a mafia couple with a hit out on the bride in our photo album.
So many years and insults later, (she takes every opportunity to imply that I'm a bad daughter in law, wife, mother or just a whore) my poor man had to accept that his sister is a crazy bully.
The only bright spot is that she lives a few states away and we rarely see her.
7. Robert's stories are both examples of common pitfalls—the bad best man speech and the too-excited couple—that are nevertheless brutal no matter how many times they're repeated. At least these people knew when to apologize.
The best man gave a speech that essentially summed up all of the chicks the groom had boned in the past. Apparently he thought it would be a crowd pleaser, but when the stunned silence befell the room, he quickly aborted the mission. A couple of drinks later, he commandeered the microphone again to apologize to everybody.
The second one were the bride and groom. They were both passionate people. Every kiss was a 20-second long tongue twister. It looked like they were trying to eat each other's faces. I lost my appetite after the fourth or fifth time. And of course, everyone kept clinking their glasses to encourage it. Then, during the cake exchange, they both smashed it in each other's face and proceeded to start to throw cake at each other. The bride broke down in tears and the groom had to grab the microphone to issue his apology.
8. They say that when you get old, you stop giving a shit. That was not the case with this anonymous reader's great-grandmother.
A few years ago my aunt was getting married to a guy (a purple heart veteran) our whole family loved. I am fortunate enough to know (or have known) most of my great grandparents. My great grandmother was a formidable woman, to say the least.
She constantly pitted her children (3 boys and 2 girls) against one another, made rude comments about family members to their faces, and was obsessed with getting attention. If she felt that people weren't paying enough attention to her, she'd pretend to faint or have some sort of medical scare that required hospitalization. It got to the point where nurses and doctors knew us by name, even though time and time again it was proven that absolutely nothing was wrong with her. S
o the ceremony starts and my younger cousins are the ring bearers walking out first. Then come my great grandparents. Suddenly, my cousin nudges me (we were next in line to walk) and we see that my great grandmother has left a trail of the most drippy, foul-smelling shit behind her.
She was literally shitting her pants while walking down the aisle. Now, some people may believe this was an accident, and this poor old lady was having bathroom issues and couldn't help it. Not the case. She was laughing maniacally the whole way down the aisle, and as she sat down.
My cousins and I scrambled to clean it up before my aunt and uncle walked, but pretty much everyone had seen what had happened. The rest of the wedding was great, and my great grandmother insisted on leaving 2 minutes after pooping everywhere because she was bored.
9. Jessie sent us not one, but two stories about impressively bad guests, the first featuring the always reliable uncle's girlfriend.
I was reading your article and could not help but add one of my own. I’ve been to a handful of weddings, they each have their “moments” but these are a couple of the WINNERS for worst guest.
1. My cousin (one of those who always had an air of superiority) was marrying a guy with a well-to-do family and had moved across the country and found a great job in Law Enforcement/Investigation. She came back to her home town for the wedding…it was “fall colors”, formal wedding and everything was PERFECT.
We have a HUGE redneck family, but most of us still know how to behave in public. MOST. My Uncle’s girlfriend was apparently the exception to that rule. When the time came for the reception the tables all had name cards. You had to walk PAST the main table for the wedding party and then find your table.
My Uncle’s girlfriend is about 500 pounds, no I am not exaggerating. She wore a Winnie the Pooh stained up t-shirt and a pair of brown leggings to the wedding…when she came into the reception hall she insisted that she could walk no further and sat down at the first table she came to…the WEDDING PARTIES TABLE!
We tried to get her to move, even telling her she could rest but then HAD to move as it wasn’t her seat. No go…she wasn’t moving. So, my Uncle sat down with her, and there they stayed…for the entire reception. Needless to say…lovely wedding photos with the bridal party, one pissed off bride, one confused Uncle and a giant Winnie the Pooh.
10. Jessie's second story is about that most dangerous of wedding guests, the totally unhinged Maid of Honor.
2. My husband was the best man in a wedding. The whole ceremony seemed a bit “winging it”…the vows seemed unrehearsed as one of the brides lines was “I love you, even though you keep spending all our money”. However, when time came for speeches they gave the mic to her VERY drunk Maid of Honor.
She proceeded to give what will forever be known as the “BLEEP” speech. It started off ok, but took a turn pretty fast where she informed the Bride she loved her so much she wanted to “bleep” her “bleep” and that they could still kiss and lick each other’s “bleeps” any time…I’m not kidding…she actually used the word “bleep” MANY times describing their inappropriate “friendship/love”.
Same MOH then proceeded to dirty dance and show everyone her vagina and boobs…repeatedly, even our kids. Later she changed into animal print footie pjs which she kept unzipped down to her thighs and danced the night away mostly nude. Shame is, my hubby gave a very nice best man’s speech and no one remembers because this girl made a huge ass out of herself!
11. An anonymous reader also sent us two very big stories. The first one could be titled "My Big Fat Greek Wedding Disaster."
So, I have been to some atrocious weddings, with some equally atrocious guests, but I think the one guest that will stand out in my head was the best man at one of the first weddings I went to for a friend.
This friend is Greek Orthodox, and so, I guess it is customary for his best man to be Greek Orthodox as well. But I suppose in these times, rules are more lax as he had a Jewish best man, but still needed a Greek Orthodox best man, on top of the non-Greek Orthodox best man.
The Greek Orthodox best man invited people not invited to the wedding, telling them it was fine, and that their invitations got lost in the mail, and then seated said uninvited guests at seats of unclaimed seats he could find around the dining area. He was seen the entire reception up until it was time for best man speeches, staggering around, double fisting hard cocktails.
When confronted at one point about perhaps he should be taking it slow, he was like, "nonsense. Don't worry." To change the subject, I asked, "so, you ready for your speech? You rehearse it or you just gonna read it off a sheet?" He informed me he didn't prepare anything and was just going to wing it (I guess hence why he was downing enough vodka to kill an elephant, to be extra prepared....)
He gets up there and it is the most God awful, embarrassing speech. The term "regurgitation" had even been mentioned during this drunken triad of his. The groom was facepalming very hard, the bride was visibly embarrassed and shocked at the entire situation. To try and save what little grace was left in this entire situation, the emcee had gone up to this babbling train wreck and eventually tried to physically wrestle the microphone out of the guy's hands. At this point, the drunken speech giver's mother and siblings who were present were covering their faces in embarrassment with napkins and hands.
To add to all of this, as if the speech wasn't enough, the antics went on. The drunken best man's girlfriend at the time, who was not approved of by his mother, had caught the bouquet tossed by the bride. So, I guess in some kinda way to try and prove to his mother that he and the girlfriend she didn't approve of were meant to be, he had went for the garter belt when it was tossed.
And I don't mean that he just jumped really high or told the groom to toss it his way. No, he went all out like a wide receiver, knocking children down and diving over other guys his size. Then, walking up to his mother, all out of breath and proud of himself to show her that since he caught the garter, and his girlfriend caught the bouquet, it was destiny. The mother was visibly annoyed and angered by her son's antics by this point.
The rest of the night was alright, save for a few more forgettable drunken antics by this guy. Months later, the groom had shared with me, and some other friends, save for the drunken best man, that he had to severely edit out pictures for his wedding album. His wife was not pleased at all how many photos contained this drunken buffoonery of the mandatory best man. Also, the wedding video went missing (on purpose) because it contained that horrendous, off the drunken cuff, speech.
12. Here, from the same reader, is an entirely new debacle we shall call "Fake Cocaine Is A Hell Of A Drug."
I was asked to be one of the groomsmen in a Hindu wedding. It was a big to-do, but I was up for the challenge, and besides, it was one of my best friends getting married. All I had to do was show up and do my part and then let the celebrations go down for my friend.
I did, however, have my reservations about a few people he invited out of obligation, but it wasn't my wedding, so I just said "ok," when he said not to worry. When one of the people I was worried about showed up looking like Tony Montana from Scarface, my concerns went up a little more. When I found out he had brought little baggies full of flour to pretend he was selling coke at the wedding, I was a little bit more annoyed.
When he started throwing said baggies of flour around the dance floor, me and 2 other friends of mine had to be calmed down and go outside to calm down because we had agreed we were going to take this guy outside and tune him up. I think the crowning achievement of this guy's douchebaggery was when he somehow convinced the DJ to play this CD he brought, containing some super obnoxious song by some Indian singer that he and his loser friends thought was hilarious.
To see an army of Indian people turn and go "the hell is this garbage?" was classic and nerve-wracking to see, especially once they all noticed Tony Montana and his ghoul squad of idiot friends all laughing like hyenas as the song went on and everyone was confused as to why the song was being played.
Later on, my friends and I had informed the groom of what had happened and what a horrible idea it was to invite this guy, even if out of obligation, but whatever. Years later, the groom's little brother got married. This guy was invited YET AGAIN FOR SOME INSANE REASON.
He was much calmer (probably cause he kept disappearing to smoke some THC laced vapor smoking device). Although, he didn't even bring a wedding gift and mere moments after he was seen running from the men's bathroom, there was a mysterious mess found left in there, reminiscent of that scene in Dumb and Dumberer with Bob Sagat yelling "THERE'S SHIT EVERYWHERE!"
13. Finally, B rounds out the two-story entries. First up, a rare case of a bad guest who is absolutely adorable.
The first was before I was born, but the photographic evidence remains. My Dad is the youngest of 3 siblings. His niece Ann is only about 12 years younger than him. She loves my dad. He always spent time with her, took her places. He was the cool uncle. Enter my mom. Naturally as a young teenager, Ann HATES my mother with the fury of a thousand suns. She hated the fact they were getting married and in every single picture she is in, she has an expression worse than Michael Phelps stank face. Scowling, arms crossed, head down on the table teenage fury.
We all laugh about it now, she and my mom are great friends and when I got married, Ann was my maid of honor.
14. B's final story has a simple message: don't be a huge racist. No one likes that.
The second story isn't quite as fun. I come from a small town full of some very small minded people. My friend Joe got married and his best man was his decidedly country-friend best friend named Steve.
When Steve got up to give his best man speech, he ended it with the toast, "And like Christmas, may all your children be white." In a room full of people of all walks of life, Black, Asian, Hispanic and certainly not all white. It went over as well as you could have expected.
He ended up passed out drunk in his truck in the parking lot.
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