I have three somewhat memorable stories.
I don't remember much from my step-brother's wedding, since it was about 7-8 years ago. What I remember from the ceremony:
1) Red roses everywhere!
2) The groomsmen failed at lighting the candles before the ceremony, so my dad got out his turboflame lighter, waved his hand in front of the row of candles, and BAM. So cool for a pyro 12-year-old...
3) The bridesmaids all wore their own black dress. I kind of like this idea because it seems that most women have a LBD in their closet (if not, it's a lot more versatile than some of the one-use bridesmaid dresses I've seen)
However, the reception...
The best man and a groomsman got drunk...incredibly, incredibly drunk...the best man insisted on giving lap dances to any and every woman in the vicinity. Including my mother. Not something I wanted to see at that age, not something I want to see now. He tried to give me one, but my mom got him away from me. My mom had an antique crystal punch bowl she brought for the ceremony, and I believe it either ended up cracked or missing.
My younger brother and I were shuffled off when things got even more crazy and rambunctious, but the groomsmen ended up spraying shaving cream all down the hotel hallway. In addition, all the pool furniture (and some lobby furniture) ended up in the hotel pool.
Also, my dad's ex-wife directed a few snarky, witchy-with-a-b comments directed towards my mother, but that wasn't anything special because that happens all the time.
The marriage lasted 11 months. She was cheating on him with two other men (one already married). Mom's still not thrilled because she walked off with the expensive Longaberger pottery kitchenware she gave them at the reception.
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Not quite funny-bad, but this kind of leads to Story #3.
There wasn't a ceremony when my mom and late father married, so it was a big deal to my grandma for her oldest girl to have a church wedding this time around. We all traveled to Nashville for the festivities. My three-year-old brother walked my mom down the aisle, stepping on her dress the whole way (I don't remember if Grandpa walked with her as well).
Things took a serious turn for the worse at the reception. Grandma had a stroke during the champagne toast. I didn't know what was going on then and no one would tell me. Now I feel bad for worrying so much about the cinnamon ice cream I never got to eat. Mom spent a good portion of her wedding evening/night in the emergency room. In her wedding dress.
Not entirely a ceremony/reception story, but my uncle has been married four times. With woman #4, the rest of the family told him that we thought he was moving too fast with her, to take it slow and think things through (the opposite of what he did with brides #1-3).
So he and Female #4 (I don't feel compelled to call her a lady) decide to announce their engagement a month after they met. This is eight months after my parents' wedding and the entire family was in town because my grandmother's brain cancer rendered her unresponsive. Mom is still angry about this today.
This marriage lasted a year, just long enough for their child to come into the world. Neither parent seems to put a lot of care toward the child's education or future. It saddens me
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