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groups want to have a bit of fun with their meetings now, the dancing and music spicing things up a bit.

will never forget my bridesmaid story!  The chosen dress arrived unceremoniously on my lap - no imput required!  The style, colour and particularily the size, were all decided on previously.  It was basically off the shoulder and went straight down to the ground from there.  The color was dark red, which later proved to be a good thing.  However, it still was a giant red sack, chosen by the mother of the bride.

There was no room for complaints, or sizing, so it was accepted as is.

On the grand day, and after getting dressed, while rushing to the bride's house, I caught the sack with the heel of my shoe and fell down a flight of concrete stairs.  Tears ruined the make-up and blood was running down my legs, which splattered on the dress and of course, I had damaged my stockings and shoes!  The father of the bride locked the keys in the car while getting gas and so wasn't able to pick me up either. 

And then it started to rain . . . 

At least, the bride had the good sense to stock her fridge with champagne.  Since she had her hairdresser & manicurist cancel the morning of, and to put the icing on her ugly wedding cake, she hated her chosen dress as well!

And her father took hours to show up with the car. 

So we drank ourselves silly (semi-silly-we still had to walk a straight line) and the rest of the day went . . . it just went.  It's amazing they're still married and we're still friends!

Do I have a bridesmaid horror story for you.


This past summer my best friend in the whole wide world was to be married in the wedding of her dreams.


We've literally know each other our whole lives as our mothers met when they were both bellies-deep in the bun-in-the-oven stage. Ever since we were little girls we would bring our baby dolls over to each others' homes and play "wedding" followed by "house" follwed by "hours of Nintendo while the babies slept soundly" (dare to dream, right?). Even at six years old, our imagined marriages were wax-paper veils of picture perfection. Turns out we probably should have married each other when we had the chance.


Now, as a best friend it's common knowledge that your duties as maid-of-honour are set in stone well before the diamond has even left the mine. We all make this promise to be there for each other as a cohort, assistant, support group, and general party planner extraordinaire. We imagine a movie montage of dress-buying, cake-tasting, flower-smelling, girly-giggling bliss. No one tells us that these movies are written by someone who has obviously never, ever been a bridesmaid.


From day one my formerly 'giggly' best friend appeared to have taken a bitch vitamin (shout out!). As she became the latest episode of Bridezilla, I apparently donned the roll of person-whose-fault-it-was-for-making-her-feel-like-a-dinosaur in every single dress. Finally though, the perfect gown was found and it was time for the bridesmaid dresses. Apparently her good taste stopped there.


We all hear about these horror story dresses but seem to think they only exist in movies (selective watching much?). Let's just say I would have been happier in one of the the toilet paper numbers we constructed at six years old. But anything for a best friend, right?


I now feel that there should be an ammendment to that rule - or at least a bridesmaid clause. Day two through twenty six were decreasingly movie-magical and increasingly why-did-we-rent-this? From the toilet I crouched over for two hours after sampling ALL the cakes (she HAD to fit into her wedding dress!) to the endless phone calls from the stage-mother-from-hell whose daughter was about be crowned Little Miss. Demanding, I was about ready to flush it all down and play some Nintendo.


The big day finally arrived and as I squeezed into my seafoam crinoline I thought to myself "we actually made it". I thought too soon. The cake didn't arrive (my fault), the dress was too loose (my fault), the sun was too hot (my fault), and SOMEONE had put tequila in her orange juice (okay, that one was me).


But you know what? Once the cake had arrived and the too-much-pre-wedding-champagne uncle had been placed in a pew (after no less than a few dirty looks from stage mom - how is it MY fault he can't keep his lolling head out of my cleavage?) the actual wedding went down without a hitch.


So in the end, it turns out that those romantic comedy happy endings really do exist. My best friend is truly lucky to have a friend like me - I plan on eloping.

Beautiful wedding, beautiful bride and still a beautiful marriage 7 years in.
Nice intent for a stunning gown that turned out to be more of a cleavage peep show in silver lame. Grin and "bare" it I guess.
My groomsman was a very cute, significantly younger relative of the bride - who got wasted and made me lead on the dance floor.
This summer my groomsmen confessed a ten-year crush and we dated for um...two weeks. Some things are better left undone girls.

I was in a wedding and there was no alcohol at the reception. There was some down time in between the ceremony and the reception, so two of the bridesmaids had a few drinks too many and were both drunk by the time the reception started!

We were all seated at the head table. When it came time for one of the bridesmaids who was scheduled to give a speech about the bride, she was too drunk to do it, so I had to jump in with a last minute speech/toast!

Well, mine was pretty traumatic indeed!

I should be so lucky to have been given the honour of being maid-of-honour at my siblings wedding (bless her!)... but I was also the ONLY bridesmaid (she had originally asked 10 friend - yup! TEN - to take those roles, but much squabbling was an unfortunate result).
So it was little ol' me, and only me. You'd think that'd be kinda cool - like, maybe the bride would then take pity - not the case when your sister happens to be a wee bit of a control freak, as well as the VERY detail-oriented owner of her own wedding-planning/catering company! Augh. Talk about not doing anything 'just right.'
Btw: I missed the crash-course in mind-reading, as I tended to miss out on a lot of psychic-messaging that was supposedly going on between she and I.

Don't get me wrong: it was the most gorgeous wedding, everything turned out, she looked stunning & there were plenty of tears and an equal amount of laughs
- but the stress was palpable...

And me, being the maid-of-honour, with all my hang-ups etc., became a borderline headcase:)
As well as having all the other responsibilities that go with bridesmaid-duties (thank GOD for the internet!) this wedding was almost murder to our seemingly-close relationship...which, by the way - has somehow not only conquered the near-massacre, but has blossomed into something even more important to the both of us than it was before!

As for my nuptuals - I'm going to Vegas, or someplace very far away with the only other person who matters on that special day (see, I'm not a total loss to love! I promise).

I don't have a horrible bridesmaid story. It just didn't seem fair that I couldn't win a Treo just because I've yet to to suffer great humilation at the hands of a Bridezilla friend. :)
My best friend (American) was living in Cuba for a year as part of her Masters program and fell in love with a Cuban. She proposed to him before she left, which meant a "quicky" wedding once he made it through the red tape and into the USofA - they had 90 days to marry, or his Visa would expire.
Still the most amazing wedding - done at the Georgetown Ritz Carleton, so no extra/tacky decorations needed.
Since her husband-to-be couldn't have friends or family in attendance, they forwent the traditional bridal parties. She asked all her friends to dress in black cocktail dresses, though - so that we'd look like her bridal party in the photos from the elegant evening event.

Why is it that the skimpier the bride's dress, the more demure she makes her maids? I suffered wearing a long-sleeve, high-neck, floor-length, dark coloured silk dress in 35 degree heat in hawaii!