Oh, I know you weren’t being snarky:). I was being a Pollyanna, and even as I typed that, I was asking myself “Are you really sure you want to be THAT optimistic?”. Unfortunately, with worries about whether or not my dress will fit, whether my mother will be having one of her ‘episodes’, and if my fiance would ask the last of his freakin’ groomsmen (TWO MONTHS, dumbass! Two FREAKIN’ MONTHS!), they’re the least of my worries. I’ve just had it with them. There’s no politeness left in me for them, and if that’s the way that they’re going to behave, there’s really nothing I can do except have them thrown out. But yes, I realize it was funny.
I also think that Sci-Fi will bring back Farscape after Peacekeeper Wars airs, and Bush will lose the election. See what I mean? I’m a damn Polly-fucking-Anna.
Well, avabeth, if there’s no getting around a certain segment of your guests getting drunk, all I can say is good luck!
Also, it might help if you remember these two things (I wish someone had told me these things):
Weddings always bring out the worst in somebody. I have no idea who, why, or if they rotate or draw straws to see who gets to be the asshole(s) this time, but it’s true. Hopefully, they’ll be assholes in such a way that it makes for a funny story five years (better yet, one year) down the line.
This is not your party, even if you paid for it. You are not even the guest of honor at this pary. You are…an elaborate decoration.
But in all seriousness, I hope your wedding goes as well as you hope, and even better.
Avabeth , I hope that your wedding goes of without a hitch.
I, also have wedding and alcohol tales. As far as alcohol goes, my mother’s family is completely insane. I’m not criticizing, we’re talking medical reports here. My father, who is a moderate drinker at best, taught me to drink just enough to be able to stay polite and happy, but not so much that I’d tell my relatives what I thought of them. That worked pretty well until my grandmother’s second husband decided to grab my bum one day. Being the strong willed person that I am, I had pretty much gotten to the point that I was tired of putting up with everything so I was as polite as possible, and when it got to be too much, look at the time, gotta run. (With the exception of one memorable thanks giving).
The wedding that springs to mind involves some friends from high school. One of the groomsmen, with quite the reputation, almost ditched his girlfriend at the wedding (poor thing didn’t know anyone) so that he could run off with a bridesmaid of a similar reputation. The groom, who was rather inebriated, caught me when I was alone at a table, professed his undying love and asked me to marry him. I was trapped and was doing my best to change the subject and wiggle out of the conversation. When I finally saw our friends, they were nearby, laughing at me. They didn’t know what he was saying (and never found out), but they knew it wouldn’t be good. We left the wedding just before the “big fight”. This tiny little nothing of a friend of the groom, picked up a chair and smashed it into a bridesmaid. I was rather surprised at her burst of strength. The bridesmaid was giving the tiny girl’s boyfriend a lap dance while some of his friends held him down.
Holy crap! That’s just bad! Did the bride ever find out what he’d said to you? And are they still married??
And we know our wedding won’t go off without a hitch - I mean, hell, I’ll just be happy if I don’t burst into tears for our ceremony, which I know we’re both in danger of doing. And I’m kind of terrified of our first dance - I just don’t really like the idea of having two hundred eyes on us while we dance in an intimate moment (I know, I know, we should’ve just eloped, but we decided to do the big wedding for the family…probably not a good idea when you deal with social anxiety and general anxiety disorders, eh?). So as long as we’re married at the end of the night, I’m not too concerned with anything else that goes wrong, you know?
I talked to my mother yesterday, and the offending family has already said that they won’t be drinking. Apologies have been offered all around and everyone seems fine now. My aunt has been informed that she will go nowhere near a beer that day at ALL, or she will be taken back to the hotel. Honestly, my only concern was that they apologize to my cousin and his wife, and they’ve done that now. I really don’t have any control over anything else. I just want to get married to the guy I’m madly in love with:).
No, they aren’t still married. He has since remarried and that relationship is supposed to be really good for both of them. With the first wife, it was if they enjoyed being mean to each other. I feel kinda bad because it sounds as if my friends are bad people, they aren’t; I’m just a magnet for weird people and weird happenings.
She didn’t know what my friend said to me during the wedding, thankfully or I wouldn’t be alive today to type about it. His feelings towards me weren’t exactly a secret though. Once, when we were all hanging out at a sports bar, he was giving my long term exboyfriend (still good friend) and hard time for not marrying me. He proceeded to say, “If I knew then what I knew now, I’d have taken that little girl away from you years ago and put a ring on her finger. Instead I’m marrying this bitch,” as he pointed his thumb in the direction of his fiance. I was trapped, and scared. Fortunately, her friends dragged her elsewhere and plied her with beer or something. I know not what, and since she didn’t break a bottle over my head I’m ok with it. Other friends just kinda wandered away, and a few tried to play it off.
His feelings towards me weren’t exactly a secret though. Once, when we were all hanging out at a sports bar, he was giving my long term exboyfriend (still good friend) and hard time for not marrying me. He proceeded to say, “If I knew then what I knew now, I’d have taken that little girl away from you years ago and put a ring on her finger. Instead I’m marrying this bitch,” as he pointed his thumb in the direction of his fiance. I was trapped, and scared. Fortunately, her friends dragged her elsewhere and plied her with beer or something. I know not what, and since she didn’t break a bottle over my head I’m ok with it. Other friends just kinda wandered away, and a few tried to play it off.