Weddings are supposed to be the happiest day of many people’s lives. They plan for years, they dream about the special moments, they spend thousands of dollars to have an incredible time. But, when it comes to weddings, you can never truly predict what’s going to happen when you’re inviting hundreds of people to an event that’s flowing with booze and alcohol. Most times, there’s at least one or two wedding guests that make a complete fool of themselves and everyone else. Other times, they ruin the entire damn night. The folks over at Someecards decided to ask the world their worst wedding guest story they’ve ever encountered and – I think I’m getting married at the Court House now.
At our wedding, we had invited a couple we barely knew at that time. Well, the woman in that relationship got a little bit too drunk. After the ceremony, I am walking around greeting guests and she pulled me aside to the side of the venue and tried to make out with me.
After I ever so gracefully just swatted her off and went about my way and as the night is wrapping up, me and my husband are heading to our hotel. There she was just waiting to ask both of us in front of her boyfriend “Wheres your hotel?! I want to join!”
We just gave her some random hotel and room number and her boyfriend mouthed “I’m so sorry” as we left.
When I married my husband 4 years ago, my mother decided she wanted to change everything. She called the florist pretending to be me, changed the size of her bouquet so it was substantially larger than mine and changed the colors of the flowers. I didn’t know this until I saw her prancing herself down the aisle.
But before all that, let me start with, she showed up late and drunk.
She then proceeded to fight because she wanted more pictures taken of her before I walked down the aisle. Then she also decided it would be most appropriate to wear a negligee (see-through nightgown). So we are already late to my wedding, wearing bedtime clothes walking down the aisle, drunk and with a giant bouquet of random color flowers. At the reception, we learned she changed my cake topper out for her own when she got married, which she smuggled in inside a shoe box. Then at the end of the night, she was so drunk she got mad we didn’t want her coming with us when we wanted to leave the party and go to our room.
She was obviously the greatest wedding guest ever. At least we can laugh about it now.
The guest was my husband’s high school football teammate. I married young, not a lot of money so we got married in my parent’s backyard. It was still pretty nice, groom and best man in tuxes and I wore a wedding dress.
We had already delayed the wedding an hour due to weather so this guest (and his plus one) were late. They came busting through the back gate like the Kool-Aid man during the start of the wedding march. I ask for us to start again so they can grab a seat.
Wedding goes off fine despite the fact they both looked like they hadn’t slept or showered. Smelled like ass and alcohol. I play nice and make no comments. My bridesmaid and other guests come up to me asking who the “whore in the cheap Rave dress” is. I have no clue.
I was ok until my husband’s friend asks him (with me in earshot) where he was the night before, he couldn’t find him, etc. Then he proceeds to introduce his plus one as my husband’s wedding present. She was a stripper. Not a classy or pretty one. A cheap, nasty, probably cooks meth in her trailer stripper. I was done and asked my husband to show them out.
We had a relatively small wedding, just 100 people, including a whole bunch of my family visiting from the other side of the country. My husband’s groomsman, “Jim”, decided to get drunk. Whatever, no big deal, we all were a little sozzed. Jim, however, decided to get fall over, sloberknockered drunk, and on the bus ride from our wedding venue to the hotel, puked out the open bus window. We were on a large highway. His vomit traveled down the side of the bus and directly into the open window of my 80 year old grandmother and aunt visiting from the other side of the country. We don’t speak to Jim any more.
At my wedding, a “friend” of my husband’s family informed me that if her daughter was older, my husband would have married her. 26 years later, I recently found a sent text to that daughter on my husband’s cell phone that read “I miss you, too. I will try to call you later today.” I still haven’t decided what to do. ☹