Wedding disasters

[Rangdo]

No, some sort of jig would be better!

Or star jumps.

 

[tedebear]

No, some sort of jig would be better!

I actually think it was more than likely some 80's trash tbh...

 

[Dick Knights Mumm]

We were due to go to an Indian wedding - the civil ceremony had already taken place - but the brides family didn't stump up the dowry. So it was all off.

When my friend did get married, we were dancing away quite merrily when an ageing "uncle" was accused of being a paedophile and was jumped on and beaten up. On the dancefloor. Then everyone just carried on.

 

[Tubby Mondays]

Tubby Mondays was my best man. Any further explanation needed ?

Hence there being no disasters. As I was at the peek of my drinking capabilities in those days the all day alcoholathon didnt have any effect on me. Just my voice. And my legs. Oh, and my bladder - but the vicar was very understanding about that. I dont expect he wanted to use his toilet for the rest of that day anyway.

 

[magoo]

A friend went to a wedding where one of the guests died during the reception.

that's quite disasterous

 

[bhanutz]

I went to an absolute peach.

The groom had half a cider, 5 pints of Stella and a conservative estimate of 13 glasses of Champagne before his speech. He was absolutely shitfaced although this wasn’t readily apparent before he spoke.

When the speeches arrived, the father of the bride was first off. At first the groom started interrupting which whilst being funny at first (4 times of I’d like to thank Ken for his kind words halfway through a sentence) soon became a question of ‘Is he pissed? When he was up to speak he ditched his hours of planning by pointing at everyone on the Stag do who had 2 private dancers at the strippers at the same time. This with a cry and much pointing of, You had a double double, You had a double double and You had a Double double before explaining, in detail, what it was. At this point the future wife of one left the room (luckily for me, I found a Heavy metal bar before the strippers which precluded me getting in any trouble) with a fall scale argument proceeding in the background.

After some more bizarre territory involving wedding day topics such as Porn, Golf and a revolving dance floor, The Father of the bride whispered that he should ‘Say something nice about Rebecca’ This was met with the obvious retort of ‘Don’t f***ing pressurise me’ At this point he raised his glass asking for a toast. Wiping our brows that he had come to his senses, his Toast was to ‘My best men, they kept me sober today’

It carried on all night. The first dance involved him falling over. Later on the Father of the bride started drinking again after 10 years on the wagon and the grooms mum said that his speech was ‘shit’ and that she would never speak to her son again.

Although I wasn’t there, the next day involved a family gathering which was apparently like a morgue and everyone commenting ‘How lovely the service was’

We all blamed the half a cider.

That is hilarious!