Article created by: Justinas Keturka
Every soon-to-be-married couple hopes that tying the knot will be an absolute blast. This day is supposed to be filled with thrill, joy, and beautiful memories they will cherish for years to come. But when you have distant relatives, jealous siblings, and dodgy plus-ones in inappropriate outfits all under one roof, things are bound to go terribly wrong.
You see, weddings are notorious for bringing out the worst in some people. Whether they had one drink too many or decided to do their best to wreck the event, disrespectful friends and family who make the celebration unforgettable for all the wrong reasons are every bride’s and groom’s worst nightmare.
So to better understand these mishaps, Redditor BewareOfTrips started up a thread asking: “Who was the rudest guest at your wedding?” Fellow members over on ‘Wedding Shaming’ opened up about the worst behaviors they witnessed, detailing firsthand tales of awkward, vile, and jaw-droppingly impolite incidents from their big day. We at Bored Panda have gathered some of the most surprising responses, so be sure to read them right below. And if you have any similar stories to share, let us know about them in the comments!
My grandfather. Less than 30 minutes into the reception, he decides that he was ready to leave. In an effort to “hurry my gram along”, he went and sat in the car. And she LET HIM. She didn’t decide to leave until over 3 hours later! My gram didn’t normally have this shiny of a spine. But I was not only the oldest grandkid, I was also the first to get married, so she wasn’t letting him ruin it for her (or me)! My gram is easily one of my favorite people on this planet, so I choose to remember most her shiny spine than my grandfather’s dickish one on that day.
Not mine, but my sisters wedding. An aunt brought a piñata in the shape of a woman so the groom could have something to “pop” that night since my sister wasn’t a virgin (she had a child from her 1st marriage)
My cousin and I took care of it and it never made its way into the reception thank goodness.
My husband’s cousin complained about the music. It was too ‘happy.’ He was single at the time, and the wedding was making him feel sad and lonely, so he requested blues to be played. Not one song. Blues only. Because he was sad. At my wedding. He tried to argue with me several times until I told him to go home and listen to his music in the privacy of his own room. I had to explain to him that even though he felt sad, I was in a rather positive mood.
In October 2020, I went with my wife to her younger sister’s wedding, which was attended by their vehemently anti-mask grandmother. Leading up to the big day, she’d nearly been kicked out of every hotel from Tennessee to Colorado because whenever she was asked to put a mask on in the lobby, she responded by covering her mouth with her hand and saying, ‘How about this?’ At the wedding, she was asked to limit physical contact, so she naturally hugged everyone she did — and didn’t — know. My wife, who is a doctor, refused her hug, resulting in the grandmother’s brother calling her ‘not a great doctor.’
After she found out the woman the maid of honor was picking up from the airport was her wife, she refused to acknowledge it — first referring to her as a ‘friend,’ ‘girlfriend,’ and, naturally, ‘nobody really cares about titles.’ She also told the groom’s father that ‘immigrants are the worst thing to happen to this country.’ The father responded in his thick native Bulgarian accent, ‘I’m an immigrant.’
My BIL. He got belligerently drunk and kept tossing empty glasses into the little koi pond at the venue. My nephew, who was 7 at the time was in hysterics, worried about the fish.
Thanks for the award! Who knew my obnoxious BIL would earn me an award?!
My FIL. As Best Man, he carried my ring in his pocket. He went outside to smoke his pipe before the ceremony and was fiddling with the ring and dropped it in the grass. It was night. The wedding was delayed as everyone got flashlights to help look for it. No one told me what was going on. They couldn’t find it, so my MIL let my husband borrow her anniversary band, that was fancy and had diamonds in it. When the time came, I was pleasantly surprised to receive a fancier ring than we had chosen. I thought it was a surprise for me. My MIL approached me after the ceremony and told me there was no way I was keeping it. A few minutes later someone out in the yard actually FOUND MY RING! At the reception, my FIL vomited on my dress.
My ex friend at my friend’s wedding. She requested a vegan meal. She wasn’t
vegan. She ate her meal plus a ton of other non vegan food throughout the reception.
She got really drunk and tried to fight the groom. He didn’t engage so she tried to fight me. Apparently she was angry about a slight from years prior. I ignored her and ended up calling a cab to go home.
She was screaming and carrying on as I left.
The venue called the cops on her.
My officiant was over an hour late, brought her adult daughter, and ate all my bacon wrapped scallops. When we asked for a refund, she wrote a letter telling us we were going to hell.
I tried giving her poor reviews; she changed her business name and kept going.
One of my husbands friends who’s given me the cold shoulder for years. I suspect she had either some kind of thing for him or was mad she wasn’t like a daughter to my in-laws like I now legally would be, because she had been a close neighbor to him growing up.
Well, she was in a group of friends from high school we have invited to our wedding (we went to the same high school and hung out with the same people) and she rounded everyone up to take one of those reunion photos with the everyone. Excluding me. The bride. Who went to her high school. And everyone else was too drunk to notice, I guess… She posted it all over social media.
Meanwhile husband’s college friends, who i hadn’t even met until he was out of college (went to different schools) insisted I be front and center of their reunion photo with husband anyway.
That was the last straw of me trying to be nice to her.
My husband’s uncle. About two weeks before the wedding, we asked our wedding party, parents, and siblings if anyone wanted to give a speech. We ended up with a total of five speeches and a toast from my dad. My dad was supposed to go at the end to give the toast, and then we would go back to partying. Husband’s uncle must have figured it was an open mic for anyone to give a speech and stepped up behind my dad. I tried to get my coordinator’s attention to ask him to go sit back down, but to no avail. He gave a 10 minute sermon. Yeah, a sermon. Now, I’m a practicing Catholic, and I had some elements of religion in the ceremony, but I made a conscious decision not to make people feel like my beliefs were being shoved down their throats. The fact that he got up and gave a speech all about Jesus without even asking still gets me worked up.
The +1 of my partner’s work buddy offered to blow the groom under the head table while I was on the dance floor.
That wasn’t the only thing she did that night that is still talked about 20 years later.
I invited my cousin and her husband. She showed up with her husband, her MIL, both of his brothers and one of their girlfriends. Six people!
The only reason it turned out okay was that a hurricane came through two days before our wedding and several guests weren’t able to make it. She hasn’t gotten any more thoughtful.
When I was 16 I sat next to my uncle at my other uncles wedding. He kept offering me more and more money to object. I didn’t do it, but at 16, $500 to make a fool of yourself at a wedding is very tempting.
My wedding planner ripped my bouquet out of my hands as soon as the ceremony was over, plopped it in a vase, and placed it on a random table. An unwitting guest took it home thinking it was a centerpiece! I had no idea what happened to my bouquet until I went looking for it at the end of the night.
At my sisters wedding my aunt turned up in jeans, then called rose gold (one of the wedding colours) “tacky”, and criticised her own daughters, our cousins, for turning up in jumpsuits which she deemed “classless”. They were beautiful floral jumpsuits, much more appropriate for a wedding than jeans…
We later found out she’s a racist so she’s not invited to mine.
My ex MIL. One of my bridesmaids was dancing with a drink in her hand at our reception and my MIL tapped her on the arm and loudly asked if she could put the drink down while she danced because “she was looking trashy”. Bridesmaid told me later, because “her gift to me was not tearing that woman apart on the spot”.
It was another bride. I’ve talked about this before, but we were in a venue with two ballrooms. We had an open bar and I guess the other wedding had a cash bar. The bartender started to suspect people from the other wedding were coming in and stealing free drinks from ours (he said because they didn’t tip, and we had been) and our groomsmen were dealing with it. Then the BRIDE in her full gown and train walked up to our bar to get a drink. The bartender shut her down, the event manager canvased the bartender and the groomsmen who saw and asked for an estimate for how much they stole and it was a lot. They had been doing it more subtly all night and this was later. But eventually there were about 30-35 people from their (much smaller) wedding doing it one at a time. We had 150 people so it was easy to not get seen. This was pretty-COVID.
The bride walked past me with the manager lecturing her about the extra charge and I just laughed. I didn’t mean to, but I was drunk, and I just felt bad for this poor cheapskate who couldn’t even get someone to get her drinks on her wedding.
We were paying one price for dinner and unlimited alcohol per guest, but she didn’t know that. So she got a nice bill for like $500 afterwards and I think her party shut down early, but I don’t think that’s why. Their party wasn’t even near ours, so they had to go searching for it. What a weirdo.
My best friend’s wedding.
Her grandma made a point to personally insult every bridesmaid.
In the group wedding photo, grandma is literally doing a nazi salute. I’ve since learned it’s a Catholic thing and not in fact a nazi salute; but she’s the only one doing it and it 100% looks like a nazi salute right over the groom’s shoulder.
It was a early afternoon wedding reception and we had to be out of the venue by 6. No joke, as soon as everyone was done eating at 4pm, grandma started singlehandedly packing up the decorations and tables while people were still eating at them. It totally killed the vibe and everyone started leaving in droves because they thought they were being rushed out.
In lieu of giving a toast at the rehearsal dinner, my MiL got up to announce that she was getting married that next Wednesday. She wore her winter-white micro-mini skirt wedding suit to the ceremony the next day.
This was a quiet, Methodist-church wedding in the upper South. My husband’s childhood best friend showed up with his girlfriend absolutely stoned out of their gourds (some cocktail of pot and a passel of pharmaceuticals and probably a few things snorted to top it all off). HIS mom stood at the buffet table and ate more than half of the groom cake (I’ve been told it was absolutely amazing, perhaps the best chocolate cake ever, but we didn’t get any of it).
My uncle kept demanding that god doesn’t recognize my marriage because it wasn’t done in a Catholic church and that my husband and I will never last bc he’ll probably cheat on me in a few years when things “inevitably become stale”.
I tried telling him I don’t believe in the same things as him and wasn’t concerned, so he got louder instead and I had to just walk away. Definitely gave my surrounding cousins a good laugh though, he does stuff like this a lot.
I guess this is a common one but once during my brother’s wedding I invited a friend and plus one because she was married. This chick was on the phone with me for 20 mins begging to invite her mother as well who wanted to see a different type of wedding (they are from a different culture). I relented only because one of my other friends canceled. Guess what, none of them showed up. Ex-friend I should say.
Same thing at my wedding. A family of five RSVPd no. Then a week before the wedding contacted us to say sorry but they really wanna come. Ok, despite our protests my mom says it’s ok (she was paying) and we scramble to make room. And they didn’t come nor did they call.
Well, the photographer mixed up the date so I didn’t get pictures and someone showed up with their kids in pajamas and halloween costumes. It was not an October wedding.
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