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It was 40 years ago today
Posted on | June 4, 2007 | 31 Comments
Okay, not really. That anniversary was last week. But this week marks my first(!) blogiversary! Wow, a whole year of chatting on the internets.
Let’s celebrate with a contest! First, the spoils:
Winner’s choice of gorgeous hand-dyed roving from The Yarn Wench. Clockwise: Snaps, Tie Dye and Sachem. If you’re a spinner, you get your choice of roving and if you’re not a spinner and have no intention of becoming one, you pick the roving and I’ll turn it into yarn for you. Like magic, you know! ;o)
Here’s what YOU have to do. Since June is traditionally the month of weddings, I want to hear either (1) an embarrassing moment from your own wedding or (2) the worst example of wedding behavior, themes, decor, etc. that you can relate! I know, I know, it’s kind of a pain, but it’s tough coming up with ideas for a contest! I haven’t seen this one done and it’s always fun to dish over someone else’s wedding, so have at it! Each comment counts as an entry which will then be placed in a bowl and the ManCub will draw the winning name. The contest will run until midnight Wednesday, June 7.
I’ll kick things off.
MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: Walking smack into the glass wall at the Galleria Wynfrey Hotel. I might have had a wee bit of champagne at the reception and on the way to the hotel! Kudos to the Wynfrey staff for keeping the glass crystal clear! I laughed and went on my drunken merry way.
WORST WEDDING STORY: The girl who did my makeup for my wedding (I ended up wiping most of it off, btw) told me about her cousin’s wedding. The bride insisted on red velvet cake and since the wedding was during Fall and orange was her favorite color, she went with a Halloween theme. Red velvet cake with orange and black icing! Her little niece refused to go near the cake, it scared her!
Now tell me yours. C’mon, dish!
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June 4th, 2007 @ 10:16 am
WELL…not much to tell. As we were both in our late 20′s when we married we didn’t
want to have a large wedding, choosing instead to save the money for a downpayment on a house.
We had a very small family wedding held at the country church my husband attended when he was
growing up.
As far as an embarrasing incident….hmmmm….I guess the worst thing was that we were LATE..
…REALLY late…..all the guests were already seated as we were driving up to the church….and we both
had to get dressed!! Someone made an announcement that we were indeed getting married and
had not “run off”!! LOL!!
We had a wonderful reception afterwards!!!
June 4th, 2007 @ 11:43 am
Happy Blogiversary to *YOU*! :-)
The most embarrassing moment at OUR wedding didn’t happen to me (so it might not count), but the woman who was photographing our wedding had a funny incident — her skirt fell down around her ankles while she was shooting! Thank goodness she was wearing a slip!
June 4th, 2007 @ 11:59 am
I asked my wedding photographer for his stories, and he had a couple of doozies:
* the groom who showed up totally drunk for his wedding, and the priest refused to perform the ceremony. They did get married a couple of weeks later, with fewer guests and a pretty pissed-off mother-of-the-bride
* the time he and the caterer moved the wedding cake from its location in front of the fire doors (bad background for photos). But the legs of the table folded a little bit after being moved, so the table collapsed on one side, and the cake slid down to the floor. But it survived, as did the photographer.
June 4th, 2007 @ 12:06 pm
Happy Blogiversary!
The most embarrassing thing that happened at my wedding, almost 2 years ago, where things we had absolutely no control over. It was one of the hottest day of the summer and the chapel didn’t have any AC. It must have been over 100 inside and everyone was dripping with sweat, including myself… imagine wearing a wedding gown in that temperature! Also, due to the heat and after the ceremony, 2 of my husbands’ uncles decided that an open shirt over bare chest and a wifebeater were appropriate attire for the reception…
June 4th, 2007 @ 12:12 pm
Happy Blogiversary!
June 4th, 2007 @ 12:14 pm
Happy Blogiversary! Champagne and cake all around.
This one hasn’t happened yet, my brother is due to be the best man at his friend’s upcoming wedding. The groom and his brother had “KIN” and “FOLK” tattooed on their forearms [so you see it when they fold their arms across their chests] and had it filled in with confederate flag pattern especially for the wedding. Everyone is wearing cutoffs and plaid. INCLUDING the bride, who is having her dress made in plaid flannel complete with ripped off, frayed sleeves and skirt hem. This may not be the most embarrassing moment, I think this would qualify as embarrassing for the rest of their lives, had they any sense. The theme of the reception is “Get R Done”. If you hear the noise of a drunken bash emanating from the direction of Kansas come September, you’ll know what it is.
June 4th, 2007 @ 12:20 pm
We ran away to Vegas. We were both near 30 and didn’t want a big deal wedding. We were very inebriated when we arrived at the wedding chapel on the ‘Strip’. Smith is Jewish and we never thought about the ceremony…the ‘almost Elvis impersonator’ who was officiating started out by saying in a VERY loud voice, “Ladies and Gentlemen, in the name of Jesus Christ….
We were both so shocked we couldn’t say or do anything. Good thing it was short.
June 4th, 2007 @ 12:20 pm
Oh and Happy Bloggiversary!!
June 4th, 2007 @ 12:55 pm
Happy blogiversary! I don’t have any embarrassing or awful wedding stories to tell. My husband and I eloped, so there’s not a whole lot of drama there!
June 4th, 2007 @ 1:10 pm
well nothing embarrassing happened at my wedding that i know of. it was surprisingly devoid of drama. however, i do have a funny story about me at someone else’s wedding! does that count?
to begin with, in my defense, i was in my 20′s and single. anyway, we call it the pumpkin wedding, because my college friend, the bride, thought it would be awesome if she dressed her bridesmaids — 2 other friends from college (and me) in giant orange taffeta gowns. yes it was 1988 and that was the style but ORANGE???
anyway, because i happened to be wearing a large satin orange dress, i probably hit the bar a little hard in order to forget that i was wearing this hideous dress (i wore the dress 15 years later as a halloween costume, as a drunken bridesmaid — it was a brilliant costume). anyway, long story short, i got so drunk that i have no recollection of a good 4 hours of this wedding. the last thing i remember before blacking out was the videographer (the brother of one of the ushers) trying on my crinoline (oh did i mention that we were wearing crinolines too?) and running off with it. the next thing i remember was being in my hotel room, changing into jeans to go out again.
apparently i sucked face with the videographer as well. but i don’t remember. the next morning, for various reasons, i wanted to die. luckily the bride and groom thought the whole incident was hilarious and almost 20 years later, i still get teased about it.
again i was 24 years old.
June 4th, 2007 @ 1:12 pm
Happy blogiversary!
At my brother-and-sister-in-law’s wedding the wedding party (I was a bridesmaid) was waiting in the dance-floor room while the DJ announced us for our Grand Entrance into the dining room. My mom’s last name is Klepp. You pronounce it “Klepp.” Really not so tricky, that. We were all tipsy on endorphins and maybe some booze when we heard “…Klupp?” and we all turned and screamed “KLEPP!”
Of all the times to mispronounce it… Ah well. It was pretty funny at the time. The booze helped. :D
June 4th, 2007 @ 1:29 pm
Hrmmmm.
At my wedding to my first husband, during the ceremony, the justice of the peace paused, looked at the two of us, and said, “You’re gonna have a hard life,” and went into some spiel about difficult marriage, prior to “So, with all that in mind, do you, $name, take this woman…”
My father later said it was like “And so do you take this bitch to be your wife? What are you, CRAZY?”
Of course… that marriage didn’t work out. So maybe he had a point. Not that *at the altar* was the place to raise it, y’know?
Then, too, I was a bridesmaid for a dear friend, and I was saying a little something at the dinner, and I told how her driveway broke his 4×4 truck, and said “So it was obvious to me then that one of these things would go — her house out in the hills, or $name’s truck…”
…except…
I said “or $name.”
I *still* cringe over it. I almost never get public speaking flustered, but I was then, because I was so happy for ‘em both.
June 4th, 2007 @ 3:00 pm
Most Embarressing: My husband and I were doing the traditional feed each other the cake thing…we had promised not to smash it in the other’s face….but as he was feeding me a bite it fell off the fork and down the front of my dress into my cleavage and he didnt see were it went…one of his buddies mimed that is was down my dress and he looked down…laughed and dived his head into my front to get it!!!!!!!! I couldn’t move as everyone howled.
June 4th, 2007 @ 3:11 pm
First, Ebeth, don’t you remember one of your bridesmaids beginning her toast at your shower, “I don’t believe in marriage…” and then proceeding to outline how lonely and desperate she was?
Second, my mother (not I) attended a wedding where the bride sang “I’d Rather Have Jesus”, seriously
Third, years ago my friend Steve and I were out having cocktails and ran into an old friend, Tony. Tony informed us that a mutual friend who we had once been very close to was getting married the next afternoon and that the affair was a very casual, large, come one, come all sort of event – second marriage for both bride and groom. Tony insisted that Steve and I should attend, he was going to be there – basically made it sound like a backyard BBQ. The next afternoon Steve and I arrive at the wedding site to discover that while there is a wedding, it is a very intimate, immediate family only event and we are two of only eighteen people present. The bride, groom and their families insist we stay for the wedding, enjoy the reception AND INCLUDE US IN THE PICTURES. There was absolutely no escape. I was mortified. Tony (who was NOT EVEN INVITED) was hysterical when he heard.
Fourth, the wedding of a former co-worker’s son where the bride and groom serenaded each other with a karaoke machine in the backyard while their children heaved water balloons at each other. Still not sure why there were water balloons at a wedding. That’s just asking for trouble.
I’m sure I have more, but I really should get back to work. Next week funerals?
June 4th, 2007 @ 6:02 pm
I was a little late for my own wedding because I was doing the flower girl’s hair and forgot to get dressed.
As I was leaving I grabbed my bag and noticed some spare undies that weren’t mine – my husband STILL calls my cousin Commando Kelly as a result. (She thought it was her sister’s bag.) (I don’t know why she took them off.)
I had beer for breakfast that day. (And it was good.)
Pretty tame, all in all.
June 4th, 2007 @ 6:15 pm
Happy Blog-iversary!!
Hmmm, my most embarrassing wedding moment was at my own when my BIL almost dumped me on my ass – he was swinging me around the dance floor and there’s a pic of me with an “oh F, I’m totally going to land on my ass and if I do I’m going to KILL him” face on – It would have been more embarrassing had I actually ended up on my butt instead of just stumbling around, but the photograph makes it very clear in my head and the look on my face was PRICELESS (especially since I’m not too fond of him!). I generally choose not to remember the truely embarrassing moments where I have actually ended up on my ass – clumsy? who me?
Also, a family friend who knew me since I was a kid got incredibly drunk, hit on my uncle (with her husband in attendance), and had a little too much fun on the dance floor yelling “FREE BIRD!” complete with devil-horns and metal-face! My husband and I still have a good laugh over it and pics of that one to prove it too ;)
June 4th, 2007 @ 9:20 pm
Worst wedding story (most confusing).
My sister-in-law decides to have peach and brown as her wedding colors. Her blond sisters look great in the bridesmaids dresses. My sisters and I, not so much. Mindy is brunette, not too bad. My youngest sister and I are both redheads, not a good look, and my sil insisted we both wear this peach satin/lace covered cocktail dress. That my mother made. They were beutiful dresses (or would have been in any other color).
Fast forward 15 years. SIL insists she did not choose the colors, and that mom made her choose peach/brown. The only thing mom could think of to say, was never in a million years would she intentially put her 2 redheads in peach dresses.
June 5th, 2007 @ 6:35 am
1st marriage…I didn’t want the wedding march played at the end as we left, but we forgot to tell the organist. When the organist broke out with Mendelsohn as we were walking down the aisle my new husband told me I broke out with “SxxT!” I, at that time, never used that word, but he had me believing I said it in front of “God and Everyone”. Turns out I didn’t. This might have been the first sign of why he is now my “ex”?
June 5th, 2007 @ 6:57 am
Y’all are making me feel better about my own wedding, which all in all wasn’t that bad for a wedding (during the planning, I spent large amounts of time wanting to elope).
We wrote an outline of the ceremony for M’s father (an ex-minister – apparently God doesn’t take back ordination just because you quit) who was performing the ceremony. He was supposed to flesh it out and add a couple prayers and what not – it was an OUTLINE after all. But instead we show up at the alter (in reality my grandmother’s fireplace – we got married at her house) and he does our outline word for word. The whole ceremony took less than five minutes. Shockingly short. My grandmother was mortified.
Alcohol would’ve have helped I bet.
June 5th, 2007 @ 10:11 am
Wow…beautiful roving!
My wedding consisted of me, Jim a minister and a photographer on a bluff in Lake Tahoe…so no real opportunity for embarassing moments. I did go to a wedding though where the wife had to say some pretty arcane vows…like promises to obey the husband and wait on him blah, blah. Awful!
June 5th, 2007 @ 10:15 am
Hmmm, theres not a whole lot popping up in my mind about weddings, does having a really UGLY wedding cake count? Mine was, it was brown and blue. I have no idea what the baker thought they were doing but when the cake showed up at the wedding, I felt like crying, that was NOT the cake I ordered and now it was too late to do anything but hope every last bit got eat’n.Our best man was 45 minutes late too, stood around waiting for him. i dunno if this counts but have another great blog year!!!!
June 5th, 2007 @ 11:39 am
My most embarassing wedding moment: When I was about 7 and supposed to be a flower girl in my cousins wedding, I broke my ankle. I couldn’t walk so my dad had to carry me down the aisle. I hated it!!
Congrats on all of the anniversaries!
June 5th, 2007 @ 12:09 pm
Perhaps I should be embarrassed for wearing all black, and having a totally shaved head at my wedding; but I’m not! LOL.
I once worked with a girl who won a magazine’s “Wedding of the Year” competition. She and her husband were treated to an all-expenses-paid wedding that was out of this world. They were interviewed on the radio, featured in the magazine, and even made the local television news. What’s wrong with this? Well, the groom apparently got jiggy with one of the bridesmaids at the reception, the bride found out about it whilst they were on honeymoon, and by the time they returned home, the marriage was well and truly over. I believe he eventually married said bridesmaid. I bet they had a less public wedding though!
June 5th, 2007 @ 12:48 pm
I feel like I’ve been to a bunch of weddings where ridiculous things happened.
Years ago 2 friends were getting married and one of the 2 best men was late. Like 30 minutes late. So the groom asked another friend in attendance (the one who had already driven 45 minutes each way to pick up the groom’s forgotten vows) to step in so one of the bridesmaids wouldn’t have to go it alone. Halfway through the ceremony the errant best man arrives. Does he stand quietly in the back and apologize for the entire reception? No, he marches straight down the center aisle and weasels his way onto the tiny gazebo. The pinch hitter, being a nice, polite boy decides he should step off the gazebo to make room, he’s sort of at the back, he figures he can walk around and take a regular seat. Well, he steps off the back, all nonchalant, and realizes his way is blocked by the brass quintet. Whoops. He had to just stand there on the grass for the rest of the ceremony. The French Horn player emptied his spit valve on the guy’s shoe.
My cousin’s wedding was very low budget with high budget aspirations. The bridesmaids’ dresses were all Laura Ashley knock offs in a bold yellow flowered pattern. Some brilliantly helpful soul found tablecloths for the reception that matched the dresses. Any time those poor women sat down at the reception they looked like they were growing out of the table – it looked like those crocheted toilet paper cozies some people have.
2 months ago my dad got remarried. It was a city hall thing but of the 7 people who were attending 2 were coming from another state and 1 came from another country. My dad and his wife never confirmed the ceremony with the officiant. After 20 minutes of banging on all the firmly locked doors of the building some dude in a t-shirt came down from painting the offices and told us that the officiant was kind of a flake so this wasn’t surprising. We waiting 4 and a half hours in their apartment until the woman could come to the house and perform the 5 minute ceremony. Oh, and she got stuck and forgot the words to the ceremony 3 times.
June 5th, 2007 @ 2:31 pm
52 years ago I was sleeping on the early morning of my wedding day. A call comes in from the ministers wife. The minister has had a heart attack. My girfriends fathere was a minister so I called him and he agreed to help us out. He rushed through his own service (it was a Sunday), didn’t tell my girlfriend what had happened, dashed off to our church. My girlfrien didn’t know he was doing our service until he disappeared briefly and then reappeared in the front with the groom! He did a good job..still married. But those were a few frantic hours. Also my hubby’s groomsmen didn;’t show up so I had a couple of cousins who stood in for them.
June 5th, 2007 @ 2:41 pm
happy blogiversary!
when i got married, my husband’s best man gave a very, uh, colorful speech that involved references to the fact that he was surprised my hubby had never gotten a girl pregnant and other lovely sentiments. i know wedding speeches are often meant to include some ribbing, but his speech was waaaaaay inappropriate. my super-religious family was mortified. though i’m not religious, i was mortified! my brother quickly got up afterwards and gave a very nice speech, and everything was fine, but i still cringe every time i think about it!
June 5th, 2007 @ 4:11 pm
Happy Blogiversary!
DH and I were married on Christmas Eve (many years ago). We had a small wedding in our home at noon and hired a local caterer to do some hors d’ouevres and a Christmas tree-shaped cake. We didn’t know that we were the only customer that day. The caterer was late–really late; we had 40 people sitting in our home, waiting for us to get married so they could eat and run, being a holiday and all. The caterer showed up, no apologies, insulted my mother when she, very upset, demanded to know why he was so late–and the cake was a disaster. We found out later that the delivery guy was all alone that day; our food had been made the day before, since all of it was cold, and he dropped the cake! It was delicious, but looked very much like a Charlie Brown Christmas tree.
June 5th, 2007 @ 4:12 pm
I don’t reall have an embbarrasing wedding story. Ours was a small at home ceremony. But one of the worst things at a wedding were the plastic purple flowers I had to carry as a bridesmaid.
June 5th, 2007 @ 5:48 pm
Oh, these stories are too funny. I don’t have any from my own wedding, but here are some moments from weddings that I’ve been in or attended:
One of my best friends from home got married here in San Diego, so I went with her and her mom to pick out flowers months before the wedding. They picked out really beautiful flowers and even an arch. All of the arrangements were made, papers signed. Lo and behold the morning of the wedding we were all there getting ready and wondering where the florist was. After delaying the wedding for nearly an hour, calling him every 5 minutes, he finally showed up and claimed that he had written down the wrong day and that he was expecting her wedding to be the following week. We still have no idea if that was the truth, but of course she burst out into tears at the thought of her wedding with no flowers, no bouquet, no rose-covered arch. Turns out there was another wedding elsewhere in the hotel grounds that ended just before hers, and that bride was generous enough to let my friend use her gorgeous bouquet of trailing lilies. The florist’s assistant managed to show up with some really lame little tied bundles of statice for the bridesmaids to hold. It was pitiful. Needless to say, when I got married in town several years later, I did NOT use that florist!
A wedding of a good friend this summer ended with a woman from our table whom we didn’t know ahead of time getting so drunk that at one point she sat down to play the grand piano in the main room and tried to scoot it into the middle of the room, gouging the wood floor badly. I heard that at one point she also lifted her dress, but luckily we had gotten our 4- and 7-year-old boys out of there before that classy incident.
I’ve been to three weddings where someone passed out–the same groomsman passed out at both of my two cousins’ weddings, and at my BIL and SIL’s outdoor wedding in August, the minister (who was SIL’s uncle) passed out right at the end of the ceremony. My dh was the best man, and as the uncle was lying on the ground with the paramedics all around working on him, he realized that he hadn’t finished, and said to my husband “Pronounce them man and wife! Pronounce them man and wife!” So dh got to do that.
June 6th, 2007 @ 8:23 am
Happy blogiversary!
My wedding day – I walk in the restaurant where we had our dinner after the ceremony. The waiter asked my, where’s the bride?! I had to laugh, because I was six month pregnant ( looking already to pop) with my second child. Child # 1 in my arms. I had on a pink overall, a white lace scarf around my neck (bride) and white pointy shoes. I even had my flowers in my hands, and still he didn’t recognize me as the bride??? ;o)
June 6th, 2007 @ 5:06 pm
Happy blogversary, Elizabeth! And many, many more.
After reading the other stories here I know that my own wedding was fairly tame. The embarassing moment was headed off early by my dad. Dad was rather too fond of his liquor, so my mom and I were a tad anxious about what he might do at the reception. He was a hero, though; no embarassment there. But the morning of the ceremony the septic tank at their house backed up — my husband-to-be and I were staying with them, and about 10am h-t-b (Smokey) came upstairs and mentioned that the downstairs shower didn’t seem to be draining right. Luckily my mom wasn’t in the room at the time. She was a bundle of nerves by this time — she never did well under stress — and some out-of-town relatives were coming to the house for lunch before the 4:30 ceremony. My dad stepped in admirably, which was a little unusual for him. He called the local pooper pumper, who came immediately and pumped out the tank. The water drained away, Dad and Smokey mopped the floors, and Mom never knew what had happened until we told her later — MUCH later.
Dad was also terrified of his part in the ceremony. All he had to do was walk me down the aisle and answer, “Her mother and I do,” when the minister asked who giveth this woman, and then sit down next to Mom in one of the front pews. Nevertheless, being a shy midwesterner, he was absolutely scared stiff. His fright had gotten an early start that day when they were getting dressed at home, and he put on the tuxedo shirt, which of course was designed to close in the front with studs. “My God, Ma, this shirt doesn’t have any buttons!” he cried in horror — I could hear him from the other end of the house. The wife of one of the ushers calmed him down and showed him how to insert the studs as he stood there frozen in his underwear and socks.
The photo of him walking me down the aisle is priceless — he has the best deer-in-the-headlights look you ever saw. Poor guy. But he did his part perfectly, bless his heart.
Not embarassing, but awfully cute: At a co-worker’s wedding many years later, my then-3-year-old son saw the bride coming down the aisle in her beautiful white dress with the veil and the flowers and asked in awestruck wonder, “Is she a princess?”