What is more entertaining or moving? The joining of 2 people (supposedly) for eternity, or seeing 2 people (or more) try to rip each others clothes/faces off?
Maybe a combination of both…
What do you Dopers think?
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Reception cat fight.
Between the bride and maid of honor.
'Cause the MOH slept with the groom.
The cake must be destoyed, and both dresses torn assunder in the melee or the entire effect is lost.
“Though I hate 'em, I’ll defend to my death your right to use smilies.”
Forward deployed until 18AUG00
Ah yes, the wedding that turns into a brawl. It’s fun if the families hate each others guts, but it’s even more fun when the reception turns into a Jerry Springer outtake.
We had a choice news item a while ago, where both the bride and groom were slapped into jail on their wedding night for brawling. Seems there was a snafu with their room reservation and the whole wedding party waded into the fray. Brings a sentimental tear to the eye, doesn’t it?
The distressed bride was a hoot in her TV interview. Let’s just say she looked like an experienced bar brawler, with a more than a few miles over hard roads on her. The local yokel news media tried to play it for outraged sentiment, but her cussing a blue streak and hitching up her bra strap on camera dispelled the pathos.
The desk clerk, on the other hand, was a trembling kid who maybe weighed 100 lbs soaking wet and looked ready to faint.
Hey, my topic on cheesey cable channels died a quick and hideous death, but wouldn’t this be a great one: The Wedding Channel, with voiceovers on who’s slept with whom and which guests hate each other?
Veb
Sounds like one of my family’s events. Add in one birdy dance, a few psycho aunts and voila you have a movie of the week.
We are, each of us angels with only one wing,and we can only fly by embracing one another
A wedding is always more entertaining. A cat fight may or may not have fatalities. A wedding always does.
I have included a certain amount of filth to please the gentlemen of the press.
–Baudelaire
I went to a wedding once where the groom got so drunk at the reception, he just about fell down. He went into the bathroom, and while he was washing his hands, he took off his diamond wedding ring, and left it on the sink. By the time he realized that his ring was gone, someone had taken it. He then decided it was the Best Man, and jumped on him. They actually got into a fist fight, right there on the dance floor. The bride was screaming, trying to pull them apart, and other members of the bridal party got involved. The Best Man ended up with a bloody nose. Dinner hadn’t even been served when this all happened. I couldn’t wait to get out of there, it was so uncomfortable.
Rose
I told you not to be stupid, you moron.
Wedding or cat fight?
How about combining the two? How about a cat wedding? Marry Fluffy and Boots off in a lavish ceremony.
Sorry, just feeling silly tonight.
Cat fights are much more fun. That is, as long as I’m not part of it.
Although the same thing could be said about weddings.
“Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.”
Hmm, girls ripping eachother’s clothes off, or a woman making herself permanently unavailable to me?
Catfight, all the way.
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
Ooh! I truly *** LOVES ***a catfight! 
One can usually have both. It works alot like a combination of professional boxing and WWF.
The wedding is the pre-fight introduction. As in boxing, the minister/judge (referee) introduces the combatants (bride and groom) - “In this corner, wieghing in at 180 pounds, and desiring marriage to this woman because he still thinks it’s a ticket to free and plentiful sex and because his alarm clock is not enough to get him to work on time, Joe Bob Jones!” ::crowd chuckles:: “And in this corner, figure out her weight on your own ‘cause I ain’t askin’, and desiring marriage to this man because she still believes that he could be the perfect man after some minor changes that she is confident that she can affect in him and because she knows she can kick his butt if it comes to it, Sally Sue McNulty!” ::crowd goes wild:: The minister/judge (referee) then reads the “rules of engagement”, usually from a script. Basically, the marriage script is not far removed from the standard boxing script of “no hitting below the belt, no sucker punches, protect yourself at all times, go to a neutral corner (momma’s house) after a knockdown, etc”. The real difference is that the bride and groom get to kiss at the end of the introductions while boxers generally only shake hands. This is to show that marriage is much more intimate. Boxers fight for sport, married couples fight for keeps.
After the introductions are over, we move to the realm of WWF. The referee (minister) disappears, leaving no one to enforce the rules laid out during the introduction script. Within this void of authority a new script takes over - the unwritten “real life” script. He finds that the sex thing isn’t going as he had planned. Frustration ensues. She finds that he is not going to change anything, including his underwear. Rage ensues. Verbal jabs are traded. Emotional blood is spilled. Chairs fly. Someone goes down! There will be a champion! And the winner is----- ::ding, ding, ding!!:: End of round 1!
The husband and wife return to their respective corners to rest and nurse their wounds. Round 2 begins in one minute…