The wedding was lovely for what the bride and groom could afford. But it wasn’t well organized at all and lots of people ended up complaining.
It was late May in Florida, so it was hot and humid. The wedding was on a pier at a retirement community’s neighborhood association clubhouse at sunset with the guests’ faces directly in the sun. They had about 150 people there, but only chairs for about half of that number outside. The bride was my ex’s sister, which was fine because she’s a lovely woman… That being said, it was a bit of a clusterf*ck.
The bride’s “honored guest” (ie: an old friend from back home she didn’t put in the wedding party because the woman is a trainwreck, but whom she still wanted present) decided she was going to act as wedding coordinator. And then proceeded to disappear during the four hours of set up I and two other bridesmaids did. We later found out that her disappearance (and later on the night of the wedding) was actually her and the best man getting down and dirty at the bride and groom’s house. In their bedroom. Classy. He later tested positive for herpes because she hadn’t mentioned her little problem and he decided he didn’t need protection.
The bride’s stepfather drove from Louisiana to Florida overnight with food from the bride’s favorite restaurant back home but instead of keeping it refrigerated, he kept it in hot bags so it would “still taste nice and not like it had to be reheated”. The groom and I flipped out when we found out and demanded he toss it out, fearing food poisoning, but that wasn’t until after a dozen people had already started eating it, most of whom got sick from it.
After the ceremony, everyone had to bring their chairs inside so they could sit at the tables (some chairs were already in there so there was seating for everyone after all) but no one knew this. So I ended up carrying most of the chairs inside on my own and handing them out to confused elerly relatives.
Then I spent most of the reception in the kitchen area where the food was being warmed up in the oven by… absolutely no one. Because the makeshift coordinator was trashed from the booze supply she brought for herself because it was a dry wedding. When someone finally realized what was happening, the groom’s cousin and his girlfriend came to help out.
They played only country and gospel music and maybe one or two pop-y line dances.
Ever see a ridiculously drunk and trashy 20-something girl try and bump-n-grind on the groom’s 14 year old cousin? Poor kid would’ve thought it was his lucky day if he hadn’t been terrified out of his mind.
Then my then boyfriend got pissy because I had disappeared for most of the reception and he thought I was supposed to sit with him and keep him company. Which ended up being an ugly argument.
The bride knew none of this until days later, thankfully. I had left the reception early with my ex to go to their honeymoon suite at a hotel half an hour away to put roses everywhere (I broke out in hives because I’m horribly allergic to roses and my ex said helping do anything was “girl stuff” so he just turned on a bunch of electric tea lights and stood impatiently by the door).