I just went back and read this entire thread. I don't know why I never responded because I was a "silent monitor" back then, but I should have.
This is why my fiancee and I are ELOPING
I did have a story though...it wasn't really ghetto, but I was still like, "damn, why?"
Well my good friend from high school got married about two years ago and she wanted me to come, so I hopped on a plane and we (my BF, my mother and myself) flew down to St. Pete, FL. Now I was already hot because she asked me to be a bridesmaid, but she never sent me the dress design...but I'm okay. I can get over that.
The wedding was a mess. The church was hot (no air conditioning) and we're all sittin up in there cursing and sweating because you know we didn't start on time. The bridesmaids come down the aisle wearing burgundy dresses-which would have been aight if they were all the SAME shade. I think I counted about 2 or 3 different shades of burgundy-and why would you pick that color for a summer wedding?? Then my friend comes down the aisle with her mom, she looks great! Until I find out later that this beautiful gown is BORROWED from her mom's friend! Come on now! You could have gotten your own...
The ceremony was fine...bada bing...you're now husband and wife, smiles all around. I'm sure we're all thanking God at this point because we are simply dying for some fresh air. I know I was RUNNING up out of the church.
We get to the reception (which took about 45 minutes because we didn't know where in the hell it was and we got shoddy directions) which is at a country club. Okay, things are looking up...
No, actually they're not. We get in there...plastic plates and silverware and cups. Water stains on the ceiling. No dance floor. The guests get there and we're waiting to eat...and waiting...and waiting. So people are up in there saying stuff like, "WTF?? I'm hongry" and "When the hell are we gonna eat?" The bride and groom show up about a HALF HOUR later, so you know a sista is runnin to the buffet table outside...only to find that the food they served was the same food I could have bought at Publix on the way over...cause that was where it was from! Chicken wings, cheese and crackers, and a itty bitty platter of shrimp (which guests are about to go to blows over). I get what I can and go back to the reception.
I could go on and on about the DJ that sucked, or the drunk in-laws, or the fact that I left early and hit the KFC on the way back to the hotel and hit the beach for the rest of the day. But ya'll don't wanna hear that