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Not quite called off the same day -
I (stupidly) was engaged pretty young. Six months before The Date, we put a deposit on the reception hall at a fancy golf course, selected the menu, put a deposit on invitiations, I had my dress selected (not purchased).
Then discovered he was seeing someone else.
He ended up just changing the bride’s name on everything.
Last I heard, they were divorced, more than a few kids, and he has climbed into the bottle.
I was working with a band that did a lot of weddings as the soundguy
Big ballroom, fancy hotel,$$$$$$$
Groom, old Dallas money white
Bride, new money Hispanic
We were supposed to split the night with a Mariachi band, who happens to be late, so we start playing the dinner jazz set. Guests are already drunk and there is a little tension almost no mixing.
The head table is a little odd, B&G, FoG, BoG, BoB, UncleoB (playing FoB and paying for all) and a few others but notably absent are FoB and MoG, assumed to be deceased.
All is AOK, we are a few tunes in and the Mariachi band bursts in the door and starts playing very loudly, now for you that are not familiar with Mariachi music, the Trumpet part is often odd and this guy is doing his best Louie Armstrong, really belting it out but badly. The white side of the room is not amused, in fact they are very unhappy about two minutes into this.
FoG says something to BOB, BoB retorts, FoG says something he never should of said and promptly gets his nose smashed in by BoB, general melee ensues involving a dozen or so including the Groom and his Brother. Hotel security breaks up round one and two DPD takes care of round three. This all happens before the entree is served to all. Uncle pays us and sends us on our way. I pack up the PA and head downstairs to check for an open dock. DPD has six or eight handcuffed on the front steps and is in the process of letting everyone go, off come the cuffs and WHAM round four. All went to Jail, G, FoG, BoG, BoB and a few others.
I go upstairs to get my gear and there is the Bride just devestated and in tears on the dance floor. I wanted to tell her it would be all right but I couldn’t lie, felt terrible for her
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Yes. Bride arrived and went to her dressing room, groom arrived and went to his dressing area. Guests began to arrive. Usher went to get the groom and -------- no groom. No note, nothing; just gone. General panic for say an hour after the wedding was scheduled to start when he called the church (from the turnpike) to say he wasn’t coming back for a few weeks and didn’t want to get married. It may have been the worst general scene I ever saw with both sides, families and friends, ushers and maids all going at it. Names called and some noses hit and 90% of us trying to slink to our cars and get gone too.
I used to work for a wedding photographer. We had a HUGE, elaborate wedding scheduled for one Saturday, and everyone around the office was super excited to see all the pictures. We arrived to a tearful message on the answering machine that the groom’s family (who I believe were from another country) had confronted him intervention-style the night before, and they all left in the middle of the night, without informing the bride or her family. She woke the morning of her wedding to no fiance and a half-empty hotel.
The company’s policy was not to refund deposits, but we gave her money back. As far as I know, she never heard word one from him again.
Sorry for the late response.
They stayed married long enough to have a daughter a few years later. I can’t remember exactly but I think the marriage ended less than five years. The crazy bitch stayed true to form by shredding all of the clothes in their closet before she left him (his and hers both).
I never saw her again after the wedding. They didn’t attend large family functions though I imagine they visited with my great aunt’s immediate family.
Funny thing is the child from this marriage has been working as a care-giver for my aunt’s retarded son. So apparently the daughter didn’t catch the mom’s stupidity. She can act a little crazy now and then but she keeps it under control.
Actually no. He maintained a certain kind of naivety his whole life. I always thought of him that he was pleasant but for some reason he seemed to spend his life as a bystander. Quite possibly his lack of emotional commitment made him unaware that she was a nut case.
So that’s what the kids are calling it these days.
So the groom got in the car with the bridesmaid and yadda yadda yadda, the wedding didn’t happen.
You yadda yaddaed over the best part!
My first one almost didn’t finish due to a ring mishap. Got married in Tijuana, and my wife to be bought a ring without me knowing it. She slipped it on toward the end of the ceremony, and it was tight…very tight. My finger starts throbbing, hurting, turning red, and I couldn’t slip it off. I decided not to say anything and we did finish. Spent a little time walking around Tijuana with my marine buddy, looking for Mexican vaseline, or any type of lubricant. It ended with us in a bathroom and me yelling “Just lube it up and pull it off for God’s sake!”
Second marriage almost didn’t happen due to license issues. Got married Mardi Gras day in New Orleans (I have a thing for traditional weddings). Called the courthouse several times to ensure everything was set with the license, and there would be no issues picking it up Monday, the day before Mardi Gras. No problem was always the answer. They’re only closed on Tuesday. Except, they forgot that Monday was president’s day (holy shit it’s my anniversary). Fortunately, the judge we hired was able to talk someone in a neighboring parish to open up the courthouse and issue the license.
I was a DJ at several weddings that shouldn’t have happened:
Bride - Don’t play that rap garbage if my husband requests it. Play mostly country.
Groom - No country, no matter how much my wife begs. Here’s a few rap tunes I want.
Father of the Bride during his speech - Over the years, we finally came to like Bob (the groom).
Just take appropriate precautions Don’t want to get caught out by an infield fly.
I attend a real blood wedding in the former Yugoslavia during the 1990s. The bride hated, hated, hated the groom, but her entire family had pressured/threatened her to agree to the marriage. As the groom, his brother, and his father were walking from their car to the door of the church, they were cut down by sniper fire, perfect head shots. No further shots occurred. No one else was hurt. The blame was laid on Muslims insurgents. Very soon after that the bride married a guy she actually claimed to like. He was a para-military fighter.
You win.
I’ve had three experiences with this. I should also say that I have worked as a part time mobile disc jockey and MC for over 20 years. The first time it happened, I had spoken with the couple the week prior and everything was fine. The night before the wedding the couple had a rehearsal dinner. I get a phone call from the bride’s mother who tells me that the wedding is off as of right now. (I found out later that the groom showed up late to the rehearsal dinner AND completely inebriated; the bride took the engagement ring off immediately). The next morning I get a call from the bride who asks me if I’m free that night (NO this is NOT going where you think it’s going!) I tell her that I’m free that evening, and she tells me that since she can’t get her money back that she is throwing a party at the hall and would I still be willing to be her disc jockey and play music but no love songs and no breakup songs (one guy requested Engelbert Humperdink’s “Please Release Me” but I had the foresight not to play it). The bride work black and we all had an enjoyable time despite everything.
The second time was similar although the couple had broken up during the month before but were unable to get their money back from the hall and such. We rocked out that night too. Ironically it was the groom’s family that had seen me before and recommended me, but it was the bride’s family that I ended up entertaining that night.
Last summer (2012) I show up at the hall to set up for an evening reception. There is another couple there who happen to be friends of the bride’s family. I introduce myself as the MC and they tell me that they are setting up the centerpieces. I set up and begin testing the sound. The young lady approaches me and says that she just got a phone call: apparently the groom was at the altar at church waiting for the bride to walk down the aisle…waiting…and waiting…and waiting. The preacher gently calls him up and privately tells him to come into his chambers. Exactly what transpired there, I don’t know. However the preacher walked out by himself and addressed the congregation and said that after a 45 minute discussion the couple agreed that it was best to “postpone” the wedding. (Apparently “postpone” was the courteous way of telling everybody that “IT’S OVER!” Why? I don’t know; that wasn’t revealed.) I tell the hall manager what just happened, and none of us are sure what exactly we are going to do. Eventually the groom’s sister and the groomsmen arrive to return their tuxes. The sister is in tears and says that her brother the groom is devastated. The groomsmen tell me that they are going to take him to the strip clubs and get him drunk. They eventually leave. The bride’s parents arrive along with her sisters. The bride is NOT there. Her parents are embarrassed by this turn of events, but they realize that no marriage is better than a mistake. The hall manager and I talk with them and ask what they would like to do. The parents are fully aware that all this money is non-refundable, so they decide to throw a party anyway. I am told by them not to play any breakup songs nor am I to play any slow songs if I don’t have to, at least not any lovey-dovey type slow songs. I oblige them and everything is as “normal” as it can be. The family asks me to tastefully announce to the arriving guests who may not have been at the church and are thus unaware of what had just transpired that we are NOT at a wedding reception tonight. After we see that most everyone has arrived, I get on the microphone and say:
“Ladies and Gentlemen, for those of you who may not have been at the church today, I am here to let you all know that this is NOT a wedding reception. Again, we are NOT at a wedding reception, we are here at a party to give support to Mr. and Mrs.-----. They appreciate you all coming, and they want you all to enjoy yourselves and have a good time. So let’s enjoy dinner and then think about some good fun songs that you like to dance to, because tonight we are here to have a GOOD TIME! Enjoy your dinner, and then LET’S DANCE & HAVE FUN!”
Believe it or not, we rocked out anyway and even the bride’s parents got up and danced and had fun (or at least some semblance of fun, considering what they just went through). At the end of the night they told me that if they would need my services in the future, that they would keep my card and use me for a happier occasion. So yes, I can say with authority and personal experience that such incidents DO occur.
He sounds like the kind of guy that didn’t get too many dates to begin with, so when he finally found somebody that actually DID continue dating him and accepted his marriage proposal to boot, he was fearful of losing her even though she just verbally assaulted his family.
Reading this thread keeps making me think of Arthur. “He’s taking the knife out of the cheese. Do you think he wants some cheese?”
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I attend a real blood wedding in the former Yugoslavia during the 1990s. The bride hated, hated, hated the groom, but her entire family had pressured/threatened her to agree to the marriage. As the groom, his brother, and his father were walking from their car to the door of the church, they were cut down by sniper fire, perfect head shots. No further shots occurred. No one else was hurt. The blame was laid on Muslims insurgents. Very soon after that the bride married a guy she actually claimed to like. He was a para-military fighter.
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But I’m still not giving her another Crock Pot; she can make do with the one from her first wedding.
You refused to fuck the bride on her wedding day?!?! That’s cold, man!
A very dear friend of mine was engaged to be married. The invites had already gone out, a shower had been held…and he broke it off because he was carrying on an affair with a married woman, who subsequently divorced her husband to marry him.
My friend is now happily married (18 years +) with two kids, while his little lovefest crashed and burned in spectacular fashion a couple of years later.
Are you sure that’s wise? You’ve seen what she does to people who piss her off…