Real-Life Wedding Disaster Stories
What can go wrong? Plenty!
It’s a wedding, a beautiful event to honor the commitment of love between two people. But not every minute is always so beautiful! Readers have shared some of their wedding disaster stories with Amy Dickinson, who is sharing the stories with readers in this edition of “Ask Amy.”
With wedding season upon us and in-person celebrations returning, I decided to devote a column to wedding mishaps – all sent in by readers.
Perhaps reading about some of the things that can go wrong at a wedding will inspire people to avoid these pitfalls.
And if these incidents can’t be avoided, marrying couples can try to embrace them and laugh about it all later.
So take your seat at the “singles” table – and enjoy!
My brother got married at our house in front of a bay window with a magnificent view of the Concord River.
Halfway through the ceremony, his stoner friend from high school arrived in a canoe, stumbled ashore, and wobbled his way up the yard in full view of the guests. Hilarious backdrop!
– I Was Sober
My long-ago boyfriend invited me as his “plus one.”
Once we got there it was obvious that he was invited solo, as there was no table card for me.
My father once said, “There’s always someone at a wedding who shouldn’t be there.” In that instance it was me!
– Plus One
My two brothers-in-law offered to be our photographers for our wedding.
My sisters had each just had their firstborns.
There were a few photos of my husband and me, but most were of their little darlings.
The other photos were of my husband’s buxom cousin in her revealing cleavage. Sigh.
The first song at my uncle’s second wedding: David Lee Roth’s cover of “Just a Gigolo.”
And the bride’s uncle later had a coronary while dancing the polka.
– Danced Out
My friend and his date “Sheila” were heavily making out on the dance floor; Sheila later hit on multiple other (married) guests and then told my mom how hot she thought the groom was.
My mom replied: “Yes, that’s my new son-in-law.”
– Good Times
An unsupervised child at my wedding was running around and ran into a door. Got a nosebleed. The mother went to my father (father of the bride) to demand the venue’s wedding coordinator be fired for negligence. They stormed out when my dad refused.
(The child was fine, by the way!)
– Still Married
We were letting immediate family members know the date we’d finally chosen for our wedding before booking vendors.
My parents said, “…but we have Notre Dame football tickets that day.”
We tried other dates, but they all interfered with their football ticket schedule.
We don’t talk anymore.
– Fighting Irish
I locked the keys in a running limo in front of the church (in the ‘80s), which meant needing a phone book and the minister’s office phone to frantically find a locksmith.
– Locked Out
I was a member of a flash mob at the reception. Short version of the story: Another member of the mob couldn’t kick as high as he thought he could (due to overly tight suit pants), and ended up kicking the bride in the head. Everyone was fine.
– We Have Video!
In my 20s I was in a friend’s wedding. A bunch of us rented a room together. I woke up in the middle of the night with a pounding head, so I drank a glass of water.
It was a groomsman’s contact lens solution – and his lenses.
– Tastebuds are 20/20
Our rabbi thought our noon wedding was at 6 p.m. Luckily, one of our guests found a replacement rabbi who stopped by to marry us on his way to a funeral he was officiating.
Our marriage has lasted for 28 years.
– Happy It Took
My college roommate wanted a child-free wedding, but her family pitched a fit that children wouldn’t be included.
At the reception, one niece ran circles around the room, and then vomited on herself on the dais at the front of the room during the meal.
– I Won’t Have What She’s Having
The bride’s mom caught my buddy and his date in a delicate position in the bridal suite (and neither were in the wedding party).
– Can’t Unsee That
My best friend’s (drunk) uncle officiated at his wedding.
Drunk Uncle cleared his throat, produced a page he’d ripped out of his hotel room’s Bible, and began.
– Gideon’s Way
On the receiving line at my wedding, one of the guests told me, “If I had known you didn’t have a nice dress, I would have lent you mine.”
– Dressed Down
In the tradition of the great personal advice columnists, Chicago Tribune’s Amy Dickinson is a plainspoken straight shooter who relates to readers of all ages. She answers personal questions by addressing issues from both her head and her heart – ranging from a mother mourning non-existent grandchildren to DNA surprises and wedding disaster stories. A solid reporter, Dickinson researches her topics to provide readers with informed opinions and answers. Ask Amy, P.O. Box 194, Freeville, NY 13068
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