Look, I know you’ve wasted two years of your life and untold thousands of dollars making sure every tiny little detail is just absolutely perfect, and the floral wreaths printed on the cocktail napkins have the same flowers as the centerpieces, and the bridesmaids pantyhose are exactly the right shade of ecru, but I just don’t give a big hairy shit. None of your guests give a big hairy shit, and most of them would much rather be at a bar watching the football game or at home having sex with their so’s.
If somebody else wants to have a television in one corner of the reception hall so their guests can keep up with the big game without having to leave the festivities, that’s their right. It doesn’t make those guests too pathetic to live or to rude to be invited to a wedding, just because they’d also like to keep up with their team. It may not be what you want, but it’s not your fucking wedding, is it?
And while we’re on the subject, Miss I’m-getting-married-so-everyone-has-to-drop-everything-and-pay-attention-to-me, what’s with the attitude about the vendors? If you call someone who does weddings on a Saturday in June, it’s gonna be Monday before they get back to you. See, they’re working that day, and they’re not going to miss a paying job just to accommodate you. Bird in the hand, and all that shit.
Oh, and what’s the deal with bitching about your wedding presents? Nobody’s required to get you jack shit, you whiny, greedy, mannerless bitch, whether you’re getting married or not. If someone is nice enough to get you something, you shouldn’t be sitting there with your registry list adding up how much they spent on you, and you sure as hell shouldn’t call them cheap on a public message board.
I swear, the more time I spend planning my wedding, the more I hate my fellow brides.
Really, how thoughtless to schedule a wedding reception on a Sunday when there’s football on TV.
I can’t side with you on this one point. I’d be annoyed if people had wanted to watch TV at my wedding reception. It just seems a little rude to me.
If the game is that important to you, wish the bride and groom well, excuse yourself and go hang out at a bar, but don’t intrude on what is a special day to many people with a TV blaring in the background.
I once spend the first part of a wedding in the kitchen with the chefs and my friends, glued to a tiny radio set. Because my vague aquaintance had the insight to schedule his wedding during the 2000 European Championships, played in the Netherlands no less. And of course, that night was the night where the Netherlands were to play France.
We won, and I got very drunk. But man, that wedding sucked so hard, I should have stayed home and watched the game with my mates.
In short: I’m with you when it comes to organising weddings on the day of big sports events, and then expecting everyone to just drop everything.
Another friend of mine got married in 2000 too. Initially, they scheduled it in June too - during the Euro Championships.
The phone conversation went something like this:
My friend: Hey man, we’re getting married!
Me: Cool! When is this going to be?
Him: Second half of June. Isn’t it great?
Me: Dude. You fucking idiot.
Him: What? What’s wrong?
Me: What happens in June, you dipshit?
Him: D’OH!!
Me: You know what to do.
Hey, what you choose to do at your reception is one thing, and attacking someone else for what they do at their reception is something entirely different. If the bride and groom want to put a television in the corner for whatever reason, that’s their right, and nobody else has the right to say shit about it.
I’m not talking about folks who don’t want someone watching the game at their wedding. I’m talking about people who bitch and whine and talk about how horrible other people are for having a television at the reception, and then get nasty with people who point out that it’s the bride and groom’s choice.
Oh, and coldfire, I wasn’t talking so much about scheduling on the day of sporting events specifically, as the general attitude that everyone has to drop everything they’re doing and pay homage to the Almighty Bride for the next two years. I’ve actually seen people screaming, wailing, and gnashing their teeth because the post office was inconsiderate enough to have a 6 week gap between the rate hike and the release of the new Love stamps. God forbid!
I just don’t understand why the fact that something is for your wedding automatically makes it an emergency for everyone else on the planet. Maybe that’s why wedding vendors are so outrageously expensive.
Listen CCL, that’s not what you said. You said “someone else,” not the bleeding bride and groom. Yes, if the bride and groom want a TV at the reception, that’s fine, it would beat watching people do that freakin’ “Chicken Dance.” But it would be rude for a guest to drag a TV into the reception, which is what the OP appeared to say.
And for the record, I wouldn’t call my post “nasty.”
Well, it took me a while to figure out exactly what she was saying, but CrazyCatLady’s OP does seem to be talking about the bride and groom (note the bolding below):
So I think that’s OK. It would of course be mega-non-OK if the guests wanted a TV in defiance of the bride and groom’s wishes.
OK. Point taken. Sorry I didn’t read the OP more carefully. But I’ll hold to my original thought: A TV is pretty intrusive at an event where the intended focus is the honored couple. If they want a TV there, yes, that’s up to them. Just like they can choose to serve those awful little pastel-colored mints.
If you read this post carefully, you’ll realize I’m just clarifying who the original rant is about. There was a poll about the subject on a wedding-planning board I subscribe to, and some of the responses really piss me off. It’s no one else’s business what a couple choose to do at their own reception, or why they do it. It’s also awfully damned childish to start a poll and then get nasty with someone who’s opinion isn’t the same as yours.
I have vivid memories of my high school graduation open house.
There is me, the graduate. And my guests.
I walk up to a a person I haven’t had a chance to say hello to (as gracious hosts do), and expect the usual gracious guest comments (“Congrats,” “What are you going to do now?” “Where are you going to college?” “Major”, etc)
I say hi, she looks up and ignore me - well, they are in the middle of a conversation so I’ll just hang here a second a give them the opportunity…oh, the bride (getting married in eleven months) is giving a discertation on the shade of nail polish that will be required by her bridesmaids. Well, maybe I’ll drift back over here in half an hour. Half an hour later I walked by and she was having the same conversation - the audience had changed (the original audience may have gotten bored to tears and spontaneously combusted.
Nah, Dangerosa, they didn’t combust. They chewed their legs off to escape.
While we’re on the subject of people who think the whole world revolves around their wedding, has anyone else run across the bride whose fiance suddenly has no name? He’s apparently changed his name legally to “my fiance” cause that’s all she ever calls him. Sometimes the man will change his name again before the wedding, but often he keeps it right up till the ceremony, when he changes it to “my husband.”
HA HA HA!!! Thanks to you, I’ve discovered the UW message board and I crack up reading it. Bridezilla is the WORST!! I wish Groomothra would just do away with her!
I am in utter disbelief that some people actually call it their “Princess Day.” What a scene! I agree that it’s exciting to be planning a wedding. And nobody who isn’t also planning one wants to hear about all that crap, so that’s where people go to talk about it, but there’s a point where you have to check in with reality. The hysterics over envelopes, flower girls, and dresses is something to behold. I can’t get enough of it!
I worked with a BrideZilla once.
Her caterer called her at work one day and asked her if she wanted Garden Salads or Caesar Salads for the reception dinner. She told the caterer she’d check with her fiance and called him at work.
When she got him on the phone, he said, “Gee, I don’t care, honey, you decide.” She started crying hysterically, said he didn’t really love her, and had to go home for the rest of the day.
Because, of course, the type of salad you serve at your wedding reception determines your future marital happiness. Pick the wrong salad and you might as well call off the wedding right now.
It was like that the entire freaking time she was planning her wedding.
:rolleyes:
No, bibliocat, that’s not Bridezilla. That’s her cousin Whinezilla. Bridezilla throws screaming tantrums over them serving garden salads with the tomatoes sliced, when she told them a thousand times she wanted them wedged. Or, as one UW poster described, she doesn’t buy enough lace for her ring bearer’s pillow, then berates the fabric store clerk because they don’t have any more of that pattern in stock 3 days before the wedding.
