Do you have a bridezilla story to share?
I was a baby bridezilla for my own wedding in 2006.
We only had 2 weeks to plan so it was a rush rush.
My colors were maroon and gold.
I toyed with the idea of having a woods fairy kind of wedding.
I found a light brown skirt and bought some 3 inch wide ribbon to put around the bottom. The ribbon was sparkly and had many different colors, from brown to green to maroon to gold, etc.
My (future) daughter in law offered to sew it on the hem for me, and I accepted because I don’t care for sewing.
However when she handed me the “finished” skirt I was horrified.
She said “I ran out of the ribbon you gave me so I sewed a different ribbon in.”
Yes, it was different. It was only about a half inch wide. The thin ribbon caused the skirt to pucker up all around. It was horrible.
I asked her why she didn’t tell me so I could get more of the ribbon I wanted.
She carelessly said “Oh, I had this on hand and I figured, what the heck! It’s gold!”
After she left I told Rick how distressed I was.
“I look like a clown!!”
He started defending his daughter, and how nice it was that she did that, and I don’t want to make her feel bad by wearing something else.
I could not get through to him so…I started crying! I mean I blubbered! I don’t think he had seen me cry before (or since) and he finally came to the realization that it was MY wedding and I should wear what ever I was comfortable in.
Shew! Waterworks off.
I chose a size 8 dress that had on hand that I had.bought at a garage sale. It was black but had hundreds of brightly colored, small flowers printed on it.
Also DIL insisted on making the wedding cake…then after the wedding she demanded $50 for it. We were on a shoe string budget and she knew it. She never said anything about charging me for the cake before hand. I would have been just as happy with a $10 cake from Dillons.
Do you have a bridezilla story?
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Not yet – Just planet of the ape-dates stories.
@Dutchess_III LMAO Not making fun of your predicament, it was YOUR wedding and you should have had things exactly as you wanted them. But it is kinda funny. Fifty bucks for a cake? Sounds like certain members of my own family. Anyway thanks for the chuckle. Don’t shoot me please.
@Nomore_lockout it was only 2 weeks to plan. By default it was simple. But my DIL took over as my “wedding planner” (which I didn’t need or want) then charged me for all the stuff she was doing. I didn’t plan to spend more than $500 on the thing.
Smh.
Anyway OFF TO JAIL WITH YOU FOR GOING AGAINST MY COMMUNITY STSNDARDS ie: snickering at the bride.
@Dutchess_III LOL Well, I did say it was your wedding, you had a right to have it your way. I want to see my lawyer : )
That skirt was the only
Thing I protested…
HA!
Hard to pick just one – But once, when I was in my final year at college I dated this Saudi student in communications. Handsome as hell and dressed like a GQ coverguy ;P I pick him up in my car (because no US license) and he wants me to scoot over so he can drive – Like a maniac, for almost an hour because “I need to relax”. We finally get to the restaurant and he tries ordering in French – But it’s Olive Garden and our waitress is from Portland. But he recovers beautifully by telling her she should be more professional. Then while we’re eating he tells me what I’m wearing would probably upset his parents. “When you meet them I’ll help you choose what to wear.” So I change the subject to sports and he tells me that US football is ridiculous “All violence, no skill.” I tell him I played basketball for our college team, and he says “Why?”
Then we talk about music and says he loves Michael Jackson ( I think okay cool!), and he starts to sing “Black or White” in this high voice along with the dance moves – and keeps repeating the line ”...took my Baby on a Saturday bang.” Our waitress comes over and asks if everyting is okay? He says absolutely, she looks at me and says “Are you sure??”
Finally we’re leaving and I tell him I’ll drive. He tells me to stop at the park “I want to see you play basketball.” I point out politely that I’m in a dress, wearing heels, and we got no ball. He smiles “I think you’re pretending so I’ll be impressed with you. Show me you can really play and I’ll give you $200.” I think – “You’re on Khaled” and off we go. We get to the court and I take off my shoes and ask for his socks. “What are you doing?” “I can dunk. I’m gonna touch the rim”. And I do. He’s got a shocked look and takes out his phone. “DO IT AGAIN! Pretend like you’re dribbling!!” Okay fine. “AGAIN!!” Right okay. I think he’s amazed. He looks at his phone watching the vid. “No woman would do this. Something isn’t right. Are you a male pretending to be a woman? I’ve heard of this. Are you fooling me?”
I drive him to his place. I do not collect $200. There is no goodnight kiss.
I had a brief, very brief fling with an exchange student from Saudi Arabia at WSU. At one point I did let him kiss me. When we were finished kissing he looked at me in utter contempt. I felt humiliated. I knew I was WAAAAY out of my cultural league. That was that.
I guess letting him kiss me made me a whore. Nevermind that he liked it.
A woman letting a guy kiss her does not make her anything at all. Except a woman. Some guys treat women like shit, and they come off as snow white angels? I don’t get it.
@JLoon @Dutchess Bet neither of you had in-laws pay for your honeymoon, then went with you.
My Vietnamese hunk broke up with me after catching me sneaking a cigarette after he left. ;)
Hahaha! What a nightmare @KNOWITLALL! And what jerk of a hunk!
And @KNOWITALL aren’t you glad you aren’t still married to the idiot?
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