Enough about the freaking wedding, already

THespos: The only detail that I might be even remotely interested in is whether or not you’re having an open bar, so I’ll know whether or not to bring money.

By the way, Miss Manners and all of that ilk are absolutely unswerving on the verdict that it is TACKY TACKY TACKY TACKY (well actually, they say “not done” or “incorrect” or “just plain rude”) to have a cash bar or any other kind of pay-your-own-way deal at your wedding reception (or any other party, for that matter). No, you don’t have to bankrupt yourself to throw a party: if you can’t afford a sit-down catered meal with full open bar, it is perfectly proper to have only a buffet with soft drinks and wine (or only wedding cake and punch, for that matter, as long as you’re not scheduling the event to extend for an hour or more on either side of a standard meal time so that your guests are forced to choose between bailing out early or starving to death).

But dammit, when you INVITE people to be GUESTS at your wedding, you treat them like guests, that is, you assume the host’s responsibility of feeding and entertaining them without asking them to contribute to the cost of the enterprise. (In return, they have to assume the guest’s responsibility of pretending that they were adequately, nay delightfully, fed and entertained by what you were able to give them. In other words, if you can’t make it through a wedding reception without a few stiff drinks (and I don’t know that I blame you), the solution is a discreetly-used pocket flask, not complaining that the hosts should have provided more booze or at least a cash bar.)

Did I mention that secretly noting all the rude, tacky, inconvenient, and/or in-poor-taste blunders in the wedding plans is my own favorite method for enduring the obsessive blathering of Bridezillas? :slight_smile: (And I’ve known one or two Groomzillas too, guys.) Interesting fact: without exception, the bridal couples I’ve known who were least obsessive and over-communicative about all the details were the ones who put on the most truly gracious, hospitable, thoughtful and enjoyable parties. When you’re thinking about your wedding as a star extravaganza with you perpetually in the spotlight, then you’re relegating your guests to the role of mere audience (or yes, supporting cast members), and it always shows. “I love planning parties,” on the other hand, is IMHO exactly the right attitude, because it means you’re focusing on how to show your guests a good time rather than on how to show off your wonderful bridal self.

MGibson, please RTFTT. It’s called “Enough about the freaking wedding, already” and not “Post your wedding horror stories here.”

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Hey, I found a woman to agree to marry me in Las Vegas by Elvis Presley, so anything can happen. :slight_smile:

Well this is the thread to introduce a great site about Bridezillas, Groomzillas, and every kind of wedding disaster you could possibly imagine. It’s horrifying and hysterical at the same time.

Etiquette Hell

Dammit, I knew I had the wrong thread.

Marc

That’s why racinchikki and I are gonna elope to Vegas for a drive-through ceremony by Elvis, and random people off the street as witnesses. :stuck_out_tongue:

You are preachin’ to the choir, my friend.

If something were to ever, god forbid, happen to my hubby and I got married again, it’d be the JoP and a pig roast.

Feh. Weddings and all the accompanying dreck. Ick.

The comic For Better or For Worse is doing a thing on a marriage and the bride’s mother is the MIL from Hell. Makes me even want to tell her off and it’s a stupid comic, for pete’s sake!

A friend of mine was getting married and called me in hysterics because her mother insisted on having an aisle runner and my friend didn’t see the need to have one. They got into such a huge fight that her mother left the house in an angry fit! This is the same woman who, when her other daughter was getting married, she “inadvertently” referred to the wedding as “my” wedding.

I got married by a JP a year and a half ago. My mother still asks me if I regret not having the big party, etc. I said, what good does that do? I already have what I want–a great husband.

I was formerly engaged to a man that wasn’t right for me. I completely immersed myself in the wedding plans, perhaps thinking a big wedding would bring us closer together. So, a big party and lots of presents don’t make up for a crappy spouse. I’m not saying that’s what everyone does, but that was true in my case.

If I may, one word of defence for the poor souls.

The reason that they are only talking baout it is that it is all they are doing. I talk about what I’m doing in my life. This summer I had several weeks where I was taking a very stressful Organic Chem class. If you were talking to me 99% of the time the words “O Chem” were coming out of my mouth.

They are still being boring, but they may be being boring because they too are bored with all the crap they are putting together for this.

(And I swear, again, that I’m getting married in jeans and bare feet.)

Actually, #2 of the OP is kind of fun, and gives you something to gossip about at the reception while seated among people you do not know, nor will ever see again.

  1. Please remember that spending an obscene amount of money on said wedding is not an indicator of how happy you and your groom are or will be in the future.
    Just because you spent $20,000 (or $30,000 or $50,00 or more) on the wedding does not mean your marriage will last forever; nor does it mean you love each other more than anyone else loves their spouse.

THespos, you should thank goodness you are a guy. If you are a woman, you are actually expected to have an even greater interest in all impending nuptuals. My husband’s sister just got married. My husband was actually in the wedding, but his family was always talking about it with (and showing all sorts of stuff to) ME. Did the fact that I, too, had a rather simple wedding in a judge’s chambers tip them off to the fact that I may not be so interested in such minutiae? Apparently not.

In such family situations, there is little chance for escape, so I have perfected my “smile and nod” technique. Mr. Tamex has two more unmarried sisters, so I expect that these skills will be put to good use again in the future.

The very unfortunate thing is that his family was yap yap yapping about SIL’s wedding all throughout her brother (my BIL)'s wedding reception earlier this spring. They could not possibly shut up for one day so that he and his bride could enjoy their special day!

He is.

Most jurisdictions here in the States require proof that a currently-unmarried groom will be taking part in the wedding before issuing a marriage license. However, there is otherwise absofuckinglutely no role for the groom in the wedding or its preparations; a crash-test dummy in a tuxedo with a macaw trained to make the proper responses perched on its shoulder could be propped up at the altar rail (adjust the foregoing appropriately for religion) and no one would notice…or care if they did.

In fact, if the bride received a quart of vodka, two grams of cocaine, a guide to interior decorating, and a vibrator at the wedding shower, she won’t notice that night.

As an additional bitch… DO NOT ASK THE SIBLINGS OF THE GROOM “Who’s NEXT!” My bro got married and I was ready to start ripping out the jugulars of anybody else who asked me. I’m NOT getting married. And I’m sure as HELL not going to do it because my brother decided to!

And if I heard another detail from my mom, despite her being totally not-involved (which prefaced her every remark), I was going to disown her. Maybe dismember her. Every damn time I talked to her I heard exruciating details in which she was not involved.

At least the bride knew not to talk about it, and my brother’s only comments tended toward “She’s handling it.”

Esprix: I mean to get married in a park, on the cheap, in a Pagan ceremony, to another guy. Will that do? :slight_smile:

The other thing I can’t stand: Have you ever heard the bride (always the bride) gushing on and on about how it’s going to be the most wonderful day of their lives? Do they not realize what a ridiculously dour statement that is about the rest of the marriage after that point? :mad:

Well, so much for Elvis impersonators qualifying as “something different.”

Of course that qualifies as different - I’ll be standing up there with you! :wink:

Although allow me to point out that even same-sex services of union are subject to the same exact things our heterosexual counterparts are complaining about. When Scumball and Scumball’s Lover decided to get hitched, people were going on and on about how “non-traditional” it was going to be.

{yawn} Two guys in tuxes instead of one and a girl in a dress. Otherwise, completely standard. I was expecting more from a coupla queers, but no-o-o…

Esprix

But I don’t think I am. My wedding is 11 months away, and I’m doing some planning for it, but the only people that get to hear about it are my maid of honour and my mom. And my fiance, who doesn’t have much to say about things (his choice), but I keep him up to speed on things because it’s his wedding, too. To start with, we are planning a simple ceremony and reception (if it costs more than $3000 I’ll be suprised), and to finish with, why would anyone else care about my plans? (If I start yakking about it too much here, I’m sure you’ll all let me know :D)

Hey, lno… wanna get married? I’ll be Cleopatra, or maybe Elisabeth Bathory. :smiley:

Seriously, American weddings are out of hand because there’s a vast industry devoted to this crap. If the centerpieces don’t exactly match the bride’s flowers AND the bridesmaid’s dresses AND the groom’s tie and cummerbund AND the salad AND the cake, and so on, ad nauseum, everything is just RUINED! Did you hear me, RUINED! The whole ritual has been spoiled by a need for conspicuous consumption and competition.

The sad thing is, I’ve known women who have gone into hock for literally thousands of dollars they couldn’t afford so they could have the “perfect” storybook wedding. Guys, if you can’t afford it, don’t do it.

Robin

I got married in the theatre we met in.

Our stagehand friends did the lighting and sound.

One of our acting friends performed a Shakespeare Sonnet.

150 of our friends partyed with us afterwards.

Everyone had a blast.

The toast to us comprised of them flinging pieces of toasted bread at us. (I must admit it was a little disconcerting to be bombarded by 150 pieces of toast. But, the shock value had me laughing so hard I almost peed in my pants.)

Our Preacher got into the spirit of the thing and used the movie “Groundhog Day” as an example of the trap we could fall into if we don’t try to live each day as a new and wonderful day.

My wife forgot “to OBEY” when reciting her vows. Much to my regret. I didn’t, so ever since I’ve had to obey her, while she doesn’t have to obey me. (Come to think about it, it didn’t change our relationship at all.)

We took 8 of our friends with us on our honeymoon. (NO, it wasn’t that kind of honeymoon, get your mind out of the gutter.) All of us went to New Orleans in a caravan, but we stayed at seperate hotels. We’d meet every day to do something together. But, the nights were ours alone. (If this alone doesn’t make this an unusual wedding, I don’t know what will.)

Total time spent on planning: roughly two weeks spread over a six month period. Most of which was coordinating the arrival and houseing of our friends coming from out of town and from overseas. (We had eight friends coming from Europe.)

Total stress: Next to zero.

Total time bugging our friends talking about the wedding: Next to Zero.

Total Fun factor: It was one of the most fun weeks I have ever had.

Total cost: $2000, including the honeymoon. (Which was a week in New Orleans.)(With eight of our closest friends.)

My sister on the other hand spent $25 large on her wedding. She stressed out everyone. I’m surprised that they managed to stay together during the process. They went into debt. And the only thing that anyone remembers was that it was “Pretty.” It was way too formal for anyone to have fun.

Personaly, that is the secret to a good wedding. To have fun with your friends that you decide to share the moment with.