Dh and I were on a second or third date. It was going well and we were out drinking with some of his family. His cousin, who happened to be an old hook up of mine stumbles up to me puts his hand in my pocket and says he's ready to go home.... I melted from embarrassment. Oh the troubles of living in a small town.
On my 21st birthday, everyone was buying me drinks/shots and no one was keeping track of exactly what I was drinking. So I had the whole lot and ended up throwing up. In the bar. Right next to where I was sitting. My best friend helped me get out of the bar, after taking a picture of me! I was such a hot mess that night!
The only wedding disaster I could come up with is that my brother's girlfriend tried to sneak up to my bridal suite to hook up with my brother during our wedding reception. Unfortunately for her, my dad's best friend (who catered), was sent went upstairs (by the reception venue manager) to get them. How embarrassing (for them). Seriously. AW all the way.
Oh! I've got a good one! My bachelorette party. My good friend/college roommate was living in New Orleans at the time, so she offered to host a little bachelorette weekend, where we could all stay at her house and go party on Bourbon Street, etc. So there were four of us coming to my friend's house. From here on, I'm going to call the friend who was hosting us "A" to make things easier. (no relation to Pretty Little Liars)
So when A comes to pick us up at the airport, she says that she has a kidney stone, but she's been to the doctor, and they gave her some pain medicine, so not to worry about her. That night we go to dinner, everything's fine, we're still waiting for one more friend to arrive, so it's all low key. The next morning, she's not feeling great, and we're all like, "Should we leave so you can rest?" A is like, "No, stay, we'll have fun, I just might not go drinking with you tonight."
So that's what happens. We have a fun afternoon hanging out, just relaxing, catching up, and then when it's time to go out and party, A says to just go without her, she doesn't want to drink, just wants to rest. So the rest of us go out for my bachelorette night on Bourbon Street. We dance, drink, etc., but decide to go home kinda early (1am) to check on A.
When we get back to the house, A gets up, and is acting weird. First, she tried to pour herself water, but she had the mug upside-down, so water spills everywhere. Then she starts sort of babbling incoherently. Then she starts to fall, and when I grab her, I realize she is burning up with fever.
We call an ambulance. They come, but then the EMTs are yelling at us, because we have all clearly been drinking, so they don't believe us when we tell them that A was not drinking, especially because she's delirious. Anyway, they do take her to the hospital, we have to take a cab to follow. Anyway, turns out that with her kidney stone A had gotten a kidney infection, and she was going into septic shock. They said it was very lucky that we brought her in when we did.
She's totally fine now, but she was in the hospital for a week with all of that.
So that's the story of how my bachelorette party ended with a night in the ER!
Married 4.26.08
TTC #1 April 2015
BFP #1 11.15.15
MMC/NMC 12.22.15 BFP #2 6.13.16 NMC 7.2.16
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Our first date was almost a disaster! I was nannying at the time i met DH. And we had friends in common so I met him at a Red Sox game, but didn't really get to talk to him much, and then our friends thought it would be brilliant to set us up on a (not-so-)blind date.
I told my boss that I needed to leave exactly at the time she gets home cause I had a first date at xx o'clock. She's all "no worries blah blah blah." Throughout the day she kept texting/mentioning that she would be coming home early to give me extra time to get ready for it. About 30 minutes before she's expected home...radio silence. Expected time - radio silence. 30 minutes late - radio silence. 2 1/2 HOURS later, we hear the garage door... "Oh, I'm so sorry. I decided to get a manicure and that turned into a pedicure and a wax, and i just LOVE catching up on gossip with my girl at the salon and the time just got away from me!"
Luckily I already had DH's number so I had been keeping him updated, and he was still at the restaurant bar waiting, so by the time I got there he thoroughly drunk, and was repeatedly kept turning down girls who kept trying to sit on the empty seat next to him that he was saving for me...and luckily he let me have a 2nd date later that week!
@cattlebride yeah, at the time it was terrifying. Kinda glossed over that in my storytelling. But it's been 8 years so now we kind of laugh about it being "the bachelorette party we'll never forget"
Married 4.26.08
TTC #1 April 2015
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I ordered a 2 tiered cake for 40 people. Paid $200 for it. I went with a culinary student because she was in the last phase of her training at Le Cordon whatever and she assured me that she knew what she was doing and had done this many many times for other Brides.
I showed her pictures of what I wanted. Her husband (still don't know why) showed up with the cake when they were pinning a rose on my Groom's shirt pocket. He left. My SIL looked at it and said, "(DH's name), is that the cake?" He looked over at it and started panicking. It was a single tier, large enough to feed about 10 people. It looked like a third grader made it. Within minutes, all three of his sisters were congregating discussing the cake.
She said, "Don't panic, maybe it's the top tier? Where's the cake maker?" He replied, "He left." SIL said, "Uhm, Tony, did you already write the check?" He said, "Yea, (my name) pre wrote checks. I just tore it out and handed it to him." He started sweating profusely. The Pastor chimed in and said, "Uhm guys, now is not the time. The Bride is about to walk across the bridge. Everything is going to be OK."
Thankfully, we travelled to the Midwest to get married near family. One phone call and a few local women got the word. We had two sheet cakes and two batches of wedding cupcakes within a couple of hours or so. Meanwhile, I was being delayed in the Bridal house up the street. They told me it was going to rain and they were worried, but really it was about the cake. I thought something was up because they sent the photographer to tell me that. He was a horrible liar! I had already resigned myself for there to be at least one disaster. A few very wise women told me ahead of time that something will ALWAYS go wrong at a wedding. I did call her and had something to say, but when she started crying and offered to return the money, my husband told her to keep it.
@caseyw8784, this is how I'm picturing your boss in that story:
Married 4.26.08
TTC #1 April 2015
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I've known DH since I was 16 and I had always had a crush on him but nothing ever happened. When I was single, he'd be dating someone and vice versa. About 8 years ago we were both finally single at the same time. So we started hanging out and he had invited me to a brewery with him and his friend. So I went cause I wanted to hang out with him. DH and his friend decide to dine and ditch. I paid my bill and left them there in the restaurant. His friend came out first and started hitting on me. He had a girlfriend and still has the same girlfriend till this day. I just said no thanks. We decide to go to a bikini bar afterwards to have some drinks and DH's friend got a little too wasted. He came up to me and started yelling at me and accused me of being a lesbian and telling me that he was going to punch me. He finally got the boot from the bikini bar cause he started getting touchy with the girls. It was pretty crazy. We finally just took him home and DH came back to my place
So, I had been working at a book store, and I had met this guy who delivered magazines to this store. We'd always talk and had a good time laughing and chatting. Well, he eventually asked me out, and I said yes.
Cue date nightmare of a lifetime.
1. I was ridiculously sick -- nobody's fault -- he didn't want to cancel, so I said ok I'd still go... but seriously... I was ridiculously sick.
2. He began the evening by telling me how he liked to mix all of the soda flavors at the soda fountain together...which was weird.
3. He BIT ME. He went to kiss me and then just outright BIT ME and it freaking HURT.
4. We finally go to the restaurant -- he tells me over dinner how he hasn't been to college and never plans to go but that he'd like to work in forensics because "he'd seen this show called CSI." ... and he was very serious.
5. He ate half my meal while I was in the bathroom.
6. When we left, I backed into a parked car (ok this one is my fault)
7. When we got to my house, I politely told him that I wasn't feeling well, would like to go to bed, and that while I'd had fun, I just wanted to be friends (i.e., please do not kiss BITE me again)
8. He then proceeded to go upstairs and walk right into my parents' bedroom (door was CLOSED) where my stepmom was in the middle of changing her clothing. He did not bat an eye. Just proceeded to tell my dad that I'd said we should just be friends...meanwhile my stepmom is freaking standing there in her underware in shock...
That ended the night.
After he left, my family and I laughed about it, but it was the most mortifying date experience of my life.
EDIT to add: I had to pay for both our meals. I'm cool with paying or splitting checks or whatever, but it was weird that he asked me out and then came completely unprepared to pay for his own meal at all. And, of course, he ordered the most expensive meal on the menu. (But that sounds kind of judgey of me I'm sure)
The night DH proposed to me was a disaster! The proposal and day itself were amazing and wonderful. We happened to be visiting Rochester, NY to visit his family that week, and we were staying at his uncle's house. After going out for drinks with his aunt and uncle to celebrate (they are kind of close to our age, so its not as weird as it sounds), we went back to their house to continue the party. DH, his aunt, and his uncle all got WASTED. I stayed sober because I don't really enjoy getting trashed, but I was having a fun time watching them embarrass themselves. At some point his aunt fell asleep on the toilet, so we all decided it was time to go to bed. DH immediately passed out, and the last thing he said before falling asleep was that he was probably going to throw up later. Well, a couple hours later I woke up to hear him moaning and groaning, so I ran to get the bathroom prepared for him and get a trash can. By the time I got back to him, he had thrown up EVERYWHERE. I will spare you the gory details, but it was one of the worst things I've ever seen. Not only that, but he wasn't even awake! I eventually managed to get him to the bathroom, where he ended up sleeping, and I had to clean the floor and strip the entire bed of all the sheets, pillows, etc. because everything was ruined. Did I mention we were staying the night in DH's five year old cousins bedroom? His spongebob sheets were destroyed, the room smelled like puke, and I slept on the couch.
The next morning, DH, his aunt, and his uncle all felt horribly sick. DH was so embarrassed about ruining all the sheets that he paid for them to buy new ones and hasn't drank like that ever since! It was pretty horrible but its turned into a pretty funny story. If I stuck with him through that, I must love him enough to be married to him!
One of the first dates I went on 7 years ago with my now DH. We had gone out for supper and then stopped back at his house to pick something up before we went out again to meet up with friends. DH was living with his mother at the time so she was home. I had to use the bathroom to pee ( I swear it was only pee) and of course when I flushed - I could see the water rising. So of course in a panic I flushed again! Bad idea - it was already starting to overflow and it was the first time I was ever at his house. I had to open the door and ask his mother to help me because it was starting to overflow. All I could hear was his mother screaming "oh my god the water is everywhere, son come help me!
Fast forward about 30 minutes....
DH and I got everything cleaned up and left the house for our evening plans. About halfway there, his mother calls him and says "you have to come back the bedroom downstairs is flooding" and water was going all over the TV and other consoles that were there. It was a nightmare! I never thought he would ever call me again after that date, but he did and here we are 7 years later married. I told that story at our wedding and most people think it's made up or make jokes about 'that time I took a huge dump at DH's house and flooded it'
Anyways, I'm sure we all have one of those stories. Thanks for sharing your favorites!
Well my husband is a twin and they thought it would be funny to switch at the wedding. I had so much veil in my face I couldn't see that well and didn't realize.
Well my husband is a twin and they thought it would be funny to switch at the wedding. I had so much veil in my face I couldn't see that well and didn't realize.
My ex is a twin. While I couldn't often tell them apart on the phone (I told my BIL I loved him multiple times, lol) I could tell them apart through a ton of veil.....
Well my husband is a twin and they thought it would be funny to switch at the wedding. I had so much veil in my face I couldn't see that well and didn't realize.
Wut.
Me: 30 DH: 35
TTC #1 - Jan 2015
BFP on 5/13/15 DD born 1/24/16 TTC #2 - Jun 2017 BFP on 8/24/17
Well my husband is a twin and they thought it would be funny to switch at the wedding. I had so much veil in my face I couldn't see that well and didn't realize.
I have the full story up on the nest, but this past July 4th my terrible little sister had a wedding that started three hours late, had no food options, and ran out of cups an hour in. I was so hungry I cried. I'm so glad I paid thousands and flew six hours for that.
Oh, yes I was suppose to marry Ted. But then accidentally married Andrew. But the preacher said it would be fine because Ted actually signed the certificate
So I briefly talked about this on the wedding thread. I got too drunk at my wedding. Venu was my parents lake house.
I had fishbowls as centerpieces, my bridesmaid filled one with lime vodka lemonade (drink that was in the drink fountain) and gave it to DH and I to drink, there was some speech too. Anyways everyone started saying chug, chug, chug so we did. Fast forward a couple hours I had to throw up, I left the dance floor, ran into the house made it to the hallway and threw up all over the floor. The bathroom was only like 5 more steps. My dress had green spots on it. So I made it to the bathroom then my 3 bridesmaids came to help. My mouth felt gross and I wanted to brush my teeth. One of the bridesmaids got me a toothbrush and stuck it in my mouth. It had way too much toothpaste on it so I let her know in my drunken state. I guess in that time DH had come in, he was drunk too and took my toothbrush and ate some of the toothpaste off, and gave it back so I could brush my teeth. Thinking about it, it was gross but kind of sweet at the same time.
I woke up at like 5 a.m., my parents were still drinking outside, I was bawling about how I didn't want to get that drunk at my wedding. They said that most people had left by then so nobody really knew how drunk I was. It sucked at the moment but looking back I have a funny and memorable story.
I went on a date while my now husband and I were just friends- more like best friends. I may have had the guy that took me out drop me off at my now husbands house. Hahaha so jacked up but I still chuckle at it now.
I'm very entertained! Mine's lame in comparison but I still laugh about it so I'll share.
My first date. I was a freshmen in high school. He was a senior. I was nervous. We went to the movies, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon-anyways, somehow, with my first handful of popcorn I managed to poke my eyeball with my pinkie and I was crying out of the one eye for the first part of the movie. Luckily it wasn't the eye closest to him so I still tell myself he never noticed.
This is so embarrassing... But me and DH had just started dating a few weeks prior. He was supposed to go out for drinks with my friends and I for a friends birthday but got stuck working late (at the time he was a chef in a restaurant) so he said he couldn't come. I decided mind erasers were the way to go and bought 3 rounds of them. it literally erased my mind for the night! (I'm not a big drinker but I have always had a pretty high tolerance, DH and I have been together for 6 years and I can honestly say to this day this is the only time he has seen me drunk (tipsy- sure) but not drunk). I guess somewhere along the way I texted him that he blew me off and he came to get me. I woke up the next morning on my couch and he was on the other. I was surprised and confused to see him and he told me how he picked me up-I tried to make out with him in the bar in front of all these people, I wouldn't talk to him all the way home, I fell asleep in his car and threw a water bottle at him that he wanted me to drink, and proceeded to tell me I threw up that night. I thought he was playing a joke on me. I went to walk into the bathroom and there were my heels...2 shoes perfectly positioned facing the toilet. I was mortified. Can't believe he stuck around after that but needless to say I have never gotten drunk like that again. ">
A birthday I had a few years ago, my boyfriend at the time with some friends and family went to a German bar, live band, shotskis, liters of beer, polka dancing, it was a ton of fun. My family and I still talk about how much fun it was, until we left. After leaving, my bf and sister got into a fight, yelling and screaming, about me, on the sidewalk. He started to leave and I didn't follow, but everyone said I should catch up with him. We get in a cab to his friend's place where he proceeds to break up with me. I'm drunk and crying, he pays the cab to take me back and I'm crying to this driver while he hands me napkins from his glove compartment telling me it's okay, I'm too good for that guy. He drops me off to meet my family (we were staying at my cousin's apartment in the city) but they are at the bar across the street. The bar won't let me in and they won't let my family leave to give me keys to the apartment till the tabs are paid. I sat on the stoop outside the bar for 20 minutes waiting in the winter cold for them to come out and then I could go to bed. On my birthday. I went out with dh a month after that, so it all worked out. We all laugh about it now.
My sister spilled her dinner on my wedding dress. We had a plated meal so somehow her food managed to be knocked off her plate while she was eating, at the perfect angle to hit my dress. She loves being the centre of attention and usually "accidentally" does things to try to ruin special occasions for me so I find it hard to believe her food ending up on my dress was a true accident. Since I suspected she did it to try to cause me to make a scene, I calmly grabbed my mom and best friend and the wedding coordinator and proceeded to the bathroom to clean my dress. It looked okay for the rest of the night and the cleaner was able to get the stain out when I had my dress cleaned.
Unfortunately the only disaster wedding was my own. It started out by the facility changing management 3 times in 2 years, the most recent being 3 weeks before our wedding. The facility just happened to find our phone number on a calendar but all the other info had been lost. After several days of screaming, crying and arguing with the venue, the dust settled and our big day arrived. It should stop there...but it doesn't. The morning while I was getting ready, one bridesmaid locked herself in my moms bathroom because she started her period (which meant no sex for her that night hand she paid "good money" for the hotel room after) and my cousin (by marriage) was on the phone with a divorce attorney filing for separation from my cousin. So I got dressed alone. Fortunately our church ceremony was gorgeous and the weather but something from a dream. But that was just the calm before the storm. Eating dinner at our reception, we quickly notice a ruckus at the back of the hall. My (paramedic) husband and his (paramedic) best man take off out the back of the hall. Next thing I know, one of our guests was turning purple and had an Epi-pen in each leg...with no effect. My husband and his best man started to place a breathing tube in her just as the ambulance arrived (yes, my husband is the one who always carries his gear bag with him). Turns out, they lost the part about the SEVERE mushroom allergy of my guest and when they ran out of food, they started serving whatever they had. So dear guest ended up in the ICU on a ventilator for 3 days. Can anyone top that? Bottom line...I love my husband, we are married, the honeymoon was the best trip to date and we will do it all over again for year 5 (no mushrooms this time).
Okay here's my funny story... on my 19th bday, DH (boyfriend then) planned a surprise bday party for me which is totally not like him... we get to his house & everyone is hiding & surprises me... scares the shit out of me.... everyone gets super wasted, me not so much lol we go to bed.... in the middle of the night, I wake up thinking "holy shit! I'm peeing my pants!" No it wasn't me, it was DH PEEING ON ME!!!! I still never let him live that down
Me:23 DH:24
Married July 19, 2012
TTC since March 2015 Early M/C Dec. 2015
2 fur babies: Thunder- Blue Heeler, Shiner- Lhasa Apso
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I told my boss that I needed to leave exactly at the time she gets home cause I had a first date at xx o'clock. She's all "no worries blah blah blah." Throughout the day she kept texting/mentioning that she would be coming home early to give me extra time to get ready for it. About 30 minutes before she's expected home...radio silence. Expected time - radio silence. 30 minutes late - radio silence. 2 1/2 HOURS later, we hear the garage door... "Oh, I'm so sorry. I decided to get a manicure and that turned into a pedicure and a wax, and i just LOVE catching up on gossip with my girl at the salon and the time just got away from me!"
Luckily I already had DH's number so I had been keeping him updated, and he was still at the restaurant bar waiting, so by the time I got there he thoroughly drunk, and was repeatedly kept turning down girls who kept trying to sit on the empty seat next to him that he was saving for me...and luckily he let me have a 2nd date later that week!
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NMC 7.2.16
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BFP #2 6.13.16
NMC 7.2.16
Kate McKinnon
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Married: Oct 20, 2013
BFP 1: Aug 31, 2015
EDD 1: May 12, 2016
DD1 Emma born May 12, 2016
An Honest Account of New Motherhood (with Postpartum Anxiety, Depression, and OCD)
BFP 2: October 07, 2019
EDD 2: June 20, 2020
Fast forward about 30 minutes....
DH and I got everything cleaned up and left the house for our evening plans. About halfway there, his mother calls him and says "you have to come back the bedroom downstairs is flooding" and water was going all over the TV and other consoles that were there. It was a nightmare! I never thought he would ever call me again after that date, but he did and here we are 7 years later married. I told that story at our wedding and most people think it's made up or make jokes about 'that time I took a huge dump at DH's house and flooded it'
Anyways, I'm sure we all have one of those stories. Thanks for sharing your favorites!
DD born 1/24/16
TTC #2 - Jun 2017
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- BFP: 3/10/16 — Baby Girl born 11/20/16
TTC#2 April 2019My first date. I was a freshmen in high school. He was a senior. I was nervous.
We went to the movies, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon-anyways, somehow, with my first handful of popcorn I managed to poke my eyeball with my pinkie and I was crying out of the one eye for the first part of the movie. Luckily it wasn't the eye closest to him so I still tell myself he never noticed.
Edit- words are hard
After leaving, my bf and sister got into a fight, yelling and screaming, about me, on the sidewalk. He started to leave and I didn't follow, but everyone said I should catch up with him. We get in a cab to his friend's place where he proceeds to break up with me. I'm drunk and crying, he pays the cab to take me back and I'm crying to this driver while he hands me napkins from his glove compartment telling me it's okay, I'm too good for that guy. He drops me off to meet my family (we were staying at my cousin's apartment in the city) but they are at the bar across the street. The bar won't let me in and they won't let my family leave to give me keys to the apartment till the tabs are paid. I sat on the stoop outside the bar for 20 minutes waiting in the winter cold for them to come out and then I could go to bed. On my birthday.
I went out with dh a month after that, so it all worked out. We all laugh about it now.
Early M/C Dec. 2015