We’re gathered here today to celebrate… outrageous wedding demands!
From pay-per-slice cake to gift lists that rival Christmas, you’ll be grateful your invite got ‘lost.’ Get ready to laugh (and cry) as we dive into 10 weddings where the vows come with a price tag!
Weddings: a time of love, joy, and… complete insanity? You bet!
We’ve rounded up 10 tales of nuptial nonsense that’ll make you laugh, cringe, and maybe reconsider that destination wedding.
From cash-grabbing cousins to hair-raising drama, these stories prove that some folks take “bridezilla” to a whole new level. So sit back, grab some popcorn, and prepare to witness the train wrecks of matrimonial madness!
My cousin Susy’s wedding was a masterclass in audacity.
First, she sent out save-the-dates. Then… crickets. Getting antsy, I messaged her about invites.
“Oh, we’re just doing a small Vegas thing now.
Money’s tight,” she chirped.
Fair enough, right? Wrong.
A week later, everyone who didn’t make the cut got a lovely little notice. “We’re off to Vegas!
Here’s our registry — gifts only, please!”
The kicker? This chick was my maid of honor, and I’d covered all her expenses.
Did she get me a gift? Nope.
Now she wanted me to shell out $500 for a mixer I couldn’t even use to drown my sorrows at her reception. Hard pass, cuz. Vegas, baby… without your overpriced kitchen gadgets!
My wedding was a shoestring affair.
We’re talking $80 dress, $30 for my maid of honor’s gown. But my dear friend decided her frock needed some TLC.
“Sure,” I said, picturing a nip here, a tuck there.
Turns out, she went full Project Runway, racking up $100 in alterations! Her dress now cost more than my entire bridal ensemble.
But wait, there’s more! Shoe shopping rolled around.
“I’ll spot you,” I offered when she came up short. She picked some pricey kicks, but hey, her dime, right?
Wrong again.
When I asked for repayment, she hit me with, “Oh, I thought you were treating! I’d have chosen cheaper ones if I knew!”
My bank account wept silently as I realized generosity and wedding planning don’t always mix.
Imagine throwing a wedding with a VIP section. That’s exactly what my “friends” did.
They cooked up a two-tier guest system that’d make a nightclub bouncer blush.
Tier 1?
The chosen few. Fancy wristbands, full banquet access, and an open bar. Living large!
Tier 2?
The unwashed masses. We got to watch the ceremony, then twiddle our thumbs until the reception’s leftovers. Cash bar only, peasants!
Oh, and don’t forget the cake — fancy fondant for the elites, grocery store sheet cake for the rest of us.
The pièce de résistance?
A “sponsor our honeymoon” donation box, because nothing says “We value your presence” like begging for vacation cash after treating half your guests like second-class citizens.
Picture this: a couple so hellbent on a fairytale church wedding that they turned into medieval tax collectors. Instead of a registry, they demanded COLD, HARD CASH. Yep!
And we’re not talking “slip a $20 in a card” money.
These folks wanted enough to make your accountant sweat.
Unsurprisingly, the guest list started shrinking faster than a wool sweater in hot water.
But here’s the real kicker! All that dough couldn’t buy them happiness. They didn’t even make it to their first anniversary.
Turns out, you can’t build a lasting marriage on a foundation of tulle and empty wallets.
Who knew?
My MIL Daisy had some… interesting requests for our wedding.
Picture this: we’re at my final dress fitting, and she drops this gem: “Don’t post any pictures on social media. I don’t want my family to see.”
Um, what? We’d already downsized from a big shindig to a woodsy elopement (with a promise of a church do-over later).
Now she’s trying to censor our memories?
I bit my tongue so hard I nearly needed stitches. Finally, I mustered up my best “bless your heart” voice and said, “Daisy, darling, this is our day. Those pictures are going up faster than you can say ‘I object.’”
My fiancé backed me up, and Daisy miraculously found her chill.
The wedding was perfect, and you bet your bottom dollar those pics hit Facebook before the cake was cut!
Meet Linda, my half-sister and wannabe hair dictator. For her wedding, she demanded all bridesmaids sport identical ‘dos.
Never mind that we had a veritable sampler platter of hair types and lengths. Oh, and did I mention the crack-of-dawn appointment at some ritzy, far-flung salon?
Mom, bless her, booked me at a nearby budget place instead.
Cue the rehearsal dinner drama. Linda and Mom went at it like two cats in a sack. Next thing I know, I’m booted from the bridal party faster than you can say “bad perm.”
But wait, there’s more!
Linda’s mom decided to play bouncer, trying to kick Mom and me out of dinner.
When Mom stood her ground, SLAP! Yep, Linda’s mom went full soap opera on my mother’s face.
Needless to say, Dad and Bro bailed on the big day, along with most of our side. All this over some up-dos.
Talk about a bad hair day!
Buckle up, folks, ’cause Roger and I are on a wild ride to Wedding Wonderland. Our pals can’t seem to nail down a single detail, but boy, do they have demands!
First, it was a tropical getaway. “We don’t want to exclude anyone,” they said while planning a bash more remote than a desert island.
“Oops, military duty calls!” Scratch that. Now we’re headed interstate, but don’t worry, it’ll still cost an arm and a leg!
They insist we all bunk at the same hotel. Slight problem: 100 guests, 10 rooms, and a nightly rate that’d make a rockstar blush.
Roger and I are about ready to elope ourselves just to escape this circus. At this rate, we’ll be living on ramen for a year just to afford their “special day.”
Here’s hoping their next bright idea doesn’t involve us selling a kidney!
Let me introduce you to my buddy’s cousin Jeremy and his blushing bride. These two lovebirds had a dream — a dream of cruising the high seas in style.
So naturally, they decided their wedding was the perfect opportunity to crowdfund their nautical ambitions.
Forget toasters and towels, these modern-day pirates wanted cold, hard cash to buy a boat.
But not just any old dinghy would do. Oh no, they had their hearts set on a brand-spanking-new Mastercraft. Because nothing says “till death do us part” like asking your guests to shell out for a luxury watercraft.
I hear the S.S.
Entitlement is lovely this time of year!
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