- 6 years ago
- Wedding: June 2012
Darling Husband and I agree that our wedding was the most fun wedding we’ve ever been to. Multiple guests agreed. One cousin, who had never been to a wedding before, said that he couldn’t wait to get married because if weddings are like ours, he wanted to have one too.
It’s not because I did such a great job decorating. It’s not because my picked Chiavari chairs over folding chairs. Okay, yeah, the venue was gorgeous and the ceremony was great … but the real reason everyone had so much fun was because it was the very definition of a “drinking wedding.” Where the guests are all party people, regardless of age. Where the open bar starts to take its toll early, and the dance floor is full of people acting like fools. People are arguing and then hugging it out within minutes. People are not singing but SCREAMING along with the songs the DJ has wisely chosen.
So I think a funny thread might be sharing those “only at a drinking wedding” stories, because let’s be honest, some funny ish happens when Great Aunt Mabel is hammered along with everyone else!!
Here are a few of my drinking wedding stories:
— the Canadian cousins, ranging in age from 23 to 28, decided to start doing tequila shots, and recruited as many people as possible to join them. The best recruit was my father, who was footing the bill for the whole thing. He demanded a lemon-wedge chaser and cited his checkbook as a reason — a request to which my cousin objected. When Dad took his shot and went for the lemon wedge, cousin batted it out of his hand. When Dad eyeballed the wedge on the floor, cousin stomped on it to make sure it was good and dead. Way to treat The Bank, cousin.
— One guest “slipped on a spilled drink” (aka was drunk and slipped on nothing) and broke her wrist. She still attended brunch the next day, saying “we’ll swing by the ER on the way home.” Turns out she required SURGERY and has a PLATE AND TEN SCREWS in her arm now. Derp.
— Everyone, including my fetus of a niece, wore a giant silk peony on an elastic band on them at some point
— My Maid/Matron of Honor wore my hoop skirt home around her shoulders so she looked like a giant lampshade. Someone offered her their congratulations on her wedding. I think that person may have been more drunk than anyone at the wedding.
I could go on all day, but I’ll wait to see if anyone else wants to play!