"So I went to a wedding held at a family run go cart track. Vows were nice held by a big pond. The reception started and hamburgers were being served out of the go kart snack bar. I knew the MOB had worked all summer for free as a waitress at a local restuarant in exchange for them catering the event so I was very surprised to see all the family hucking burgers out the window. I went to mcdonalds down the road becase I've never liked their burgers and they were struggling to keep up came back about an hour later. When I got back there was a weird vibe in the air. I thought it was because the MOB had got scammed on the dinner agreement and everyone was reeling from it. People were still partying but there was something going on in the main group and 'something in the air.' I didnt see the bride and groom around too much in the the main party area no mingling. If I did see them they were'nt togetther and they were sticking close to their respective parties.Well turns out the groom caught the bride with the best man. It had been going on for months. I felt so bad for the MOB it was the second wedding shes paid for for her daughter. she got scammed. then to find out that her daughter was ho'ing it up and the marriage didnt even last as long as 1 of the MANY unpaid shifts she did to pay for it."


"I almost died on my way to my own d**n wedding with my father in the car. We were driving to the church in a limo that my dad knew the owner from the bar. (That should’ve been a red flag) Well everything was nice except the old man driver was S**T FACED at 11am. We didn’t know he was so drunk until he blew through a stop sign on a tight turn on a two lane country road. I was at that moment I was telling my dad he was going too fast to stop around the bend. ????Straight ahead was a farmers field. Miraculously no one was driving on the other road when we blew thru the intersection or that no one was sitting at the stop sign. I would guess he was probably doing 40-45 mph.Don’t ask me how he managed to get out of the field but he did. I clearly remember my father ripping him a new one bc he had been so drunk and that he nearly k**led us. This happened in 1988."


"Well there was the fight between the groom's familly and some cousins that showed up. But there was a far more interesting wedding I went to where the father of the bride gave a long preachy speech that focused almost 90% on how his daughter was "an obedient child". I mean, you might mention that point in the context of showering praise on someone, but this was specifically a speech about obiedience...to him...to her soon-to-be spouse, and obiedience to God. It was over the top. And to put the cherry on top, when the preacher presented the new bride and groom, somebody lit off fire crackers ON THE ALTAR INSIDE THE CHURCH! There was smoke everywhere."

"My brother and I got seated at a table full of newlyweds — we were the token single guys, basically the garnish on the marriage salad. Conversation was dead, so I threw out a little icebreaker: “Is it true the first year of marriage is the hardest?”The men said yes.The women said no.Then we sat back and watched World War Wed break out."