tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20581280.post5966152881944675557..comments2023-10-16T09:25:39.852-04:00Comments on Terri Garey: June Contest - Wedding Stories From HellUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20581280.post-60609514368627648012007-06-10T18:20:00.000-04:002007-06-10T18:20:00.000-04:00Oh, my heart just sank picturing that gorgeous cak...Oh, my heart just sank picturing that gorgeous cake toppling over! I hope you didn't give them that refund, Olivia! (and too bad you didn't capture it on film - America's Funniest Home Videos would've loved that one!)<BR/><BR/>That reminded me of the wedding I went to where the maid-of-honor was supposed to pick up the cake before the wedding, but when she got to the bakery, they had no record Terri Gareyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05082350715074451609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20581280.post-69999446283783339242007-06-10T15:19:00.000-04:002007-06-10T15:19:00.000-04:00The wedding and reception went without a hitch and...The wedding and reception went without a hitch and everyone was commenting on how smooth it all went. Until it was time to cut the cake.<BR/><BR/>Posed with knife in hand, the bride and groom smiled at each other while the photographer angled for that perfect shot. The cake was a glorious creation with four tiers towering over a bubbly water foutain. Three more tiers of cake stood on either side ~~Oliviahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11396225808233072993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20581280.post-68303334165843861302007-06-07T21:32:00.000-04:002007-06-07T21:32:00.000-04:00It was my cousin’s wedding. A lavish wedding with ...It was my cousin’s wedding. A lavish wedding with two hundred guests, a lot of flowers and all chandeliers blazing in the big church at 7 pm. The lovely bride walked down the aisle on her father’s arm. The catholic priest started, “Dearly beloved…” Suddenly the lights went out, the church turned dark, actually pitch black. Many women screamed. The bride started crying. The groom, best man and Monahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09034109634040002438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20581280.post-78792646728008067212007-06-07T21:16:00.000-04:002007-06-07T21:16:00.000-04:00Omigosh, my sides are hurting! "If this camper's ...Omigosh, my sides are hurting! "If this camper's rockin', dont come a'knockin'!" LOLOL<BR/><BR/>Chilly nips at Mom's wedding, ice-skating in Holland, BAD florist, cheeky kids, a bride with food poisoning and groomsmen who feel underdressed without their ball caps.<BR/><BR/>I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried!! Truth is always stranger than fiction...Terri Gareyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05082350715074451609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20581280.post-14817025111704583762007-06-07T18:10:00.000-04:002007-06-07T18:10:00.000-04:00My husband-to-be and I were poor as poor could be....My husband-to-be and I were poor as poor could be. My father offered to set up his camper at a nice state park. At about 3:00 in the afternoon on a bright Florida day, we arrived at our beautiful honeymoon spot in a car clearly marked with "just married". Other campers were enjoying the afternoon and the park was full. We raced inside and consummated our vows only to discover my father hadn'tAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20581280.post-72506375603490927002007-06-07T17:35:00.000-04:002007-06-07T17:35:00.000-04:00I was scheduled to be the bridesmaid in a wedding ...I was scheduled to be the bridesmaid in a wedding in Tahoe, so to make a fun vacation out of it, went camping the few days beforehand. The bride and rest of the party brought my dress, etc, up with them. Unfortunately, she forgot the strapless bra that went with the dress. Being young and perky *snerk* I went without, not realizing until too late that the dress was quite sheer... and Tawnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14076851566613018105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20581280.post-84916912225451536252007-06-07T12:20:00.000-04:002007-06-07T12:20:00.000-04:00We were in a wedding in a castle in Holland. As p...We were in a wedding in a castle in Holland. As part of the service we had to sign our names in the registars book. When it was my turn and I stood up on my new leather-soled shoes, I started gliding across the hardwood floor like an ice skater. <BR/>Unfortunately, the gentlemen with the pen in his hand looked about 80 years old and his eyes got the size of silver dollars seeing me heading Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20581280.post-18816789108689806132007-06-07T10:49:00.000-04:002007-06-07T10:49:00.000-04:00Most of my tales are fun rather than hellish *grin...Most of my tales are fun rather than hellish *grin* although I could share some from my first wedding if we change the names to protect the innocent (ie me!).<BR/><BR/>Fun ones include the vicar who halts his sermon to give the latest cricket score to the assmebled congregation. The ring boy who said loudly to the vicar during the ceremony that he was bored and to get a move on. This same boy Anna Sugdenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02015356374453032571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20581280.post-55322566343182756382007-06-07T10:11:00.000-04:002007-06-07T10:11:00.000-04:00Let's see...it wasn't a horror story but there was...Let's see...it wasn't a horror story but there was the wedding where, as soon as the bridal party got to the reception all the groomsmen and the groom immediately put on their ball caps. Not new ball caps either but their dirty old working out in the yard ball caps. They looked really good with their tuxes.<BR/><BR/>Or the wedding where the bride had a terrible stomach virus and kept having to Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20581280.post-18937286617729825242007-06-07T07:34:00.000-04:002007-06-07T07:34:00.000-04:00Yellow satin? Ugh. I hope your baby wasn't perma...Yellow satin? Ugh. I hope your baby wasn't permanently scarred by the experience! :)Terri Gareyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05082350715074451609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20581280.post-30440093533358913112007-06-07T07:33:00.000-04:002007-06-07T07:33:00.000-04:00A lap dancer at the wedding?! Oh, that's a good o...A lap dancer at the wedding?! Oh, that's a good one! I'm sure the bride really appreciated it...Terri Gareyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05082350715074451609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20581280.post-57584339180897607422007-06-07T00:52:00.000-04:002007-06-07T00:52:00.000-04:00Let's see...There was the wedding where to everyon...Let's see...<BR/><BR/>There was the wedding where to everyone's surprise a belly dancer showed up to an late '70s lap dance for the groom...in front of everyone. Needless to say that marriage didn't last the year.<BR/><BR/>Then there was the wedding where the best man toasted his brother and future sister-in-law by saying, "I hope yous guys have better luck than me." Yup! Many mouths dropped tosantasmbslthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08087397898157010038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20581280.post-74795314584779137752007-06-06T10:35:00.000-04:002007-06-06T10:35:00.000-04:00Ok, Terri - I'll kick it off. I was once asked to...Ok, Terri - I'll kick it off. I was once asked to be a bridesmaid for a family member (it was her third wedding, and I couldn't stand the groom, but that's beside the point). I was expecting my first child and just beginning to show. Imagine my horror when I found out I was going to have to wear a tight-fitting yellow satin sheath dress (do you <I>know</I> how badly satin wrinkles?) My baby Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com