Worst Weddings
Brides and grooms spend a ton of time and money planning their big day—but what if it turns into a total disaster? Well, these Redditors know exactly what that feels like. Here are the worst weddings they’ve ever witnessed.
1. Does Anyone Have A Plan Here?
I was invited to the wedding of a girl who I went to high school with. We weren't particularly close friends, and we hadn't kept in touch, so the invite came as a surprise. I guess I don't even really know why I went.
The wedding was in a church, and the guest turnout was significantly smaller than I think it was meant to be.
The priest said the bride's name wrong at least twice during the ceremony and joked about how the groom might have been better off becoming a man of the cloth than getting married.
The reception was in the church basement. There was assigned seating (as is the norm at weddings), but within ten minutes, everyone from my table had relocated to a table that was meant to have been for guests who did not come.
My date and I sat by ourselves for over an hour and a half while we waited for the bridal party to make their way downstairs to the reception. When they showed up, the DJ seemed confused and sort of rushed through the announcement.
Then the bride and groom argued (quietly, but near my table) over whether the mother/son or father/daughter dance should happen first. They decided on mother/son, and that dance commenced without any sort of announcement or warning—and since the dance floor was basically behind the tables, no one even knew it was happening until it was practically over.
Right before dinner was served, two of the three bridesmaids left. The bride was in near tears the entire time. We waited until the buffet started, and we snuck out the back and went out for dinner instead. Worst four hours of my life.
2. Family Matters
While in high school, a recently graduated friend got pregnant and "had" to get married.
Both sets of parents were incensed that their good religious children slept together before marriage, and both sets of parents were convinced that the other parents' child was to blame.
His parents thought the bride was loos, her parents thought the groom was an "opportunistic” jerk. Then there were the cultural insults thrown around—mostly by his family, since they were white, and the bride's family was Hispanic.
When the father of the groom asked if the bride's family planned on serving "dirty rice, heh" at the reception, I thought the grandmother of the bride was going body slam the idiot out the door.
So, we get to the day of the wedding and the bride's six brothers spend of the day skulking around. The groom's family continued to try to convince him that he should "at least wait until the kid is born so you can find out if it's yours or not"
right up until he went to stand at the altar.
After a very quick ceremony, the whole crowd heads off to the reception being held in the rec room of an apartment complex.
The bride and groom try to make the best of it, but there was no dancing or even music (because of their religion) and the food was just snack-type stuff.
It was a whole room of unhappy family members sucking down red punch and bad attitudes.
But it got so much worse. The groom's sister (who was a good 15 years older than the groom) had volunteered to provide the wedding cake, as she'd been making really fancy cakes for family birthdays for years.
The bride was kind of excited about this since it was really the only gesture of welcome she got from the groom's family. Well, the sister took off right after the ceremony to go and pick up the cake, and after an hour, she had still not shown up.
After another thirty minutes, the bride was ready to just break a chocolate cookie with the groom and be done with it. Then the sister arrives—and when they saw what she was carrying, they gasped. She was carrying 3 store-bought coconut cakes. There were also three of the smallest store-bought cakes ever in existence AND they were obviously not fresh cakes.
Like, they had discount stickers on the boxes. Each cake said it served 6 people and there were over 70 people at the reception. Here was the kicker. Again, they were coconut—which the bride was allergic to. The groom's sister had obviously spent an hour or so driving around to different stores looking for the worst of all cakes for this wedding.
She never even tried to explain why she did not make the cake herself as she had offered to do. I don't think the bride stopped crying for days and the groom just looked like he wanted to shoot his whole family.
This wedding was 30 years ago but after some internet snooping, I believe the couple is still together and had several more kids.
3. Supremely Bad Timing
I was at a wedding two years ago where the happy couple-to-be was also best friends with another married couple, so naturally made the other couple the best man and maid of honor.
Three weeks before the wedding, the other couple ended dramatically through him cheating and were going through a nasty divorce by the time the wedding rolled around.
The whole wedding became centered around the best man and maid of honor and their dismal attempt at looking happy for the new couple. The best man even had his new girlfriend rock up at the reception.
Awkward as heck, but there was definitely a sense in all the guests of “Oh my God, what's going to happen next?!?”
4. Nice On The Outside, Ugly On The Inside
My cousin’s wedding was in October in the north of the US. It was an outdoor wedding, and it was about 35 degrees and windy. Bridesmaids weren't "allowed"
to wear jackets, and the groomsmen were only in vests and dress shirts, so everyone was freezing.
Having planned the wedding in the summer, the programs were printed on fans. There were no microphones, so no one could hear the service over the wind. Oh well.
The reception was super nice and was clearly very well planned out by the bride, with cool centerpieces, handmade favors, nice food, and all that.
The problem was that the bride (not my cousin) was such a stereotypical "bridezilla" the previous months that no one wanted to be there.
For instance, in the previous two weeks she uninvited her sisters and parents two or three times and then re-invited them.
So, after dinner, the dancing starts. That’s when the revenge came. Within 15 minutes, literally, the bride’s entire family leaves. My wife and I are two of maybe 6 people dancing. We take a break, and the DJ comes over and asks us what we want to hear and begs us to keep dancing.
After an hour, there are only about 30 people still around. Of 200 guests. The bride spends the next 20 minutes dancing alone, as my cousin doesn't dance.
Finally, she approaches the DJ, gesturing and slicing her throat, and the reception abruptly ends.
Only 8 people are left. All from the groom’s family. I've been to "worse" weddings, but this was the worst experience because everything was so nice-looking and set up to be a blast. I've never felt so uncomfortable.
