30 Trashy, Tacky, And Distasteful Wedding Stories Shared By The Internet

Wow, what is the tackiest thing I have seen at a wedding? Interesting as I used to run sound and serve as a DJ for weddings, this means I have been to more weddings than most people.

However I do have a gem from those days, it has to be about the tackiest thing I have ever seen, wedding or not.

The wedding its self went flawlessly, the sound equipment functioned perfectly. The bride and groom were perfect, everything was perfect. But then came the reception.

It started with the bride getting extremely drunk and falling over on numerous occasions. She burned her very expensive dress with her cigarette on a few occasions. Then I lost sight of her in the crowd. But none of this was what elevated it to tacky, much less the tackiest.

The next thing that happens is I get a phone call, I could hardly hear the call because of the music, but knew it was a potential customer. So I took off leaving my business partner at the board. As I walked around the corner I saw a Camaro with the door open. I saw the best man standing outside the door of the Camaro with his pants down around his ankles. Sticking out from the Camaro I saw a fluff of a white dress and two legs wrapped around the best man.

About this time the groom comes around the corner and stumbles onto the same scene that I am witnessing. The groom starts to yell a bunch of profanities that I do not care to repeat. At this the best man jumps back, pulls up his pants without buttoning them and start to run off.

The groom caches up with the best man as he gets back to the wedding reception and they start to fight. About this time the bride jumps on the back of her new husband, and starts to hit him on the back yelling at him to stop. The groom pushes the best man, and he falls into one of my lighting bars. This caused my bar, lights and all, to crash down on the table, where the parents of the couple, are sitting.

Soon the wedding guest get into the mix and break up the fight.

I did quite a few weddings after this happened, but none of them ever reached that level of tacky.

The most disrespectful thing I’ve seen someone do at a wedding was to get so drunk that they threw up on the bride’s dress. True story. It was one of the bridesmaids. She was dancing late in the evening, and she had been drinking for most of the night. I guess there had been some twirling going on, and the next thing you know, she’s hurling all over the bride and her dress. The only redeeming factor is that the puke was on the back of the dress toward the bottom, and we managed to hustle the bride into the washroom to clean it off. The dress was damaged, but the bride was able to keep partying until she and the groom left. As for the bridesmaid, well…someone got her cleaned up and took her up to her room, someone else cleaned up the dance floor, and the night went on, but I thought it was a horrible thing to do, to get that drunk.

There was a huge midnight buffet that included crab, lobster, and shrimp. One guest asked the groom if he could find her a plastic grocery bag. She then proceeded to fill the bag with seafood from the buffet table, and then she left. In case anyone's wondering, no, she wasn't a close relative, she was the wife of a co-worker.

Many years ago now, I attended a smaller wedding. The bride wore a veil over her face in a more traditional way. After the couple exchanged vows and were pronounced man and wife, the groom lifted the bride’s veil for their first kiss as husband and wife. During this tender moment, an older gentleman in the church loudly said, 'Open fer biznuss!' It was very cringy.

Oh boy. Where do I start with this one? Ah, I know!

My stepbrother. A lovable idiot I must say, married this woman. They met online, he told me he wanted to take things slow. 2 months into the relationship, she proposed. He assures us that the wedding would be a year away minimum.

I get a text message from his fiancé asking to be a bridesmaid because she couldn’t find anyone else on such short notice. This was 4 months later.

Wait. Hold the phone…. 4 months later?!

I reluctantly agreed. I was told to buy a formal bright orange dress in three weeks. F it. If I had 3 weeks, then I was buying whatever was in my size in that color on Amazon (thank you prime membership or else I wouldn’t have gotten it in time on a tight budget)

Day of the wedding comes around. My son the ring bearer in his sharp little suit and orange bow tie and my orange abomination in the trunk of the car arrive to the venue an hour early. Nobody is there.

I call the bride. Yeah we weren’t allowed into the building until 30 minutes before. I was getting livid at this point. This came down to lack of planning and communication.

I finally get inside this building. It’s an office building that they rented out the conference room of. Apparently it was what could be found cheap in 2 months notice.

Normally, I’m a s****r to cry at weddings. There’s only been 2 I haven’t cried at and this was one. (I might reveal the story of the stripper heels some other time) I was just too annoyed over jumping through hoops and spending so much money in so little time.

The bride wore so much makeup that you could ice a wedding cake with it, the maid of honor was chewing bubble gum. The music was played from a cell phone. She insisted on custom vows and hers were so cringeworthy I shuddered in my spot. I couldn’t get out of there sooner.

Now the reception. It was an hour away in my hometown. We have a club-run bar that my family is members to. They serve the community in many ways and also serve as a restaurant for lunches and community dinners. They rented the place out. For a total of 7 guests. The bar and everything was still open to the public.

After everybody loaded out of their cars, I had a change of clothes in hand. The bride saw this and mentioned she wanted me in the dress or it could ruin everything. Thank god the food was coming.

Or so I thought. I was expecting something filling. No. The brides mom gift to the couple was the food. It was 2 loaves of store bought bread, deli meat in the plastic containers and a cheese plate along with potato salad.

I stared at it and walked to the bar. Keep in mind, I don’t normally drink there because I’m there to help with the dinners and my son is usually with me. I had dealt with enough stupid for the day. I tried to be happy for them but my patience had just broken. I felt like I needed that rum and coke.

I “accidentally” spilled a bit on my dress so I could finally change. Did I mention the dress was short and uncomfortable and I had to keep fixing the bust? I come out of the bathroom and looked over at the bar to find more of the wedding guests there. I looked at the food and noticed it was barely touched. I spent the remaining bit of my time with my stepbrother until enough time had passed that I could drive home with my son.

I love my stepbrother but I have to say it was the most tasteless because it was rushed. There was a total lack of planning and communication throughout the entire process. The couple was happy, but I hate to say they are now in the process of ending it. He admitted she rushed every bit and we still don’t know why.

I photographed a wedding where the bride was open about being bi-sexual… weirdly open. The reception was at a large hotel. The bride got smashed and ended up going upstairs and having s*x with her female best friend. The groom wondered what happened to her as he hadn’t seen her in several hours. He found her… naked in bed with her friend. A massive fight ensued that made its way back downstairs to the reception. Before it was over- the cake was toppled, several tables were broken, and a number of the guests were bruised or bloodied. One of the craziest weddings I ever worked. The marriage didn’t last long. She dropped off the final payment for my services at my studio several weeks after the wedding, but declined to take the pictures. I never saw him again after that night.

My family were all invited to my brother’s girlfriend’s sister’s wedding. It was an amazing ceremony. At the reception, right after the “first dance” my brother walks up to the middle of the dance floor and asks for everyones attention. We had no idea what was going on. I thought maybe he was going to make a speacial speach congratulation the bride and groom. Once the room became quiet, he calls his GF to the dance floor, gets on one knee and proposes to her. He, in our opinion, had to make the moment about him and pretty much hijacked the bride and grooms moment.

At my daughter's wedding, a 350-pound man took it into his head to try a pole dance. He did a very um…wavy hip thrust first, then launched onto the pole. It ended on the floor. Some people just shouldn't drink.

My MOH left my wedding reception early (right after dinner), and to add insult to injury, she had the nerve to go to the bar and ask the bartender for two bottles of wine to take with her from our open bar. She and her boyfriend wanted to party in their hotel room for the night. She didn't agree with my choice of husband, which I knew, but as my MOH expected, she should have been there for at least until after the first dance, cutting of the cake, and bouquet toss. She never should have agreed to be in the wedding party! I was shocked as I had always thought she had more class than that!

They ran out of food at a Jewish wedding. This is pretty much a mortal sin in Judaism. If you’re not sending your guests home with leftovers, you didn’t serve enough food. The couple were Orthodox Jews. They had their reception catered by the local kosher Chinese restaurant, which was ill-equipped to deal with the fact that, when faced with a buffet, most people will pile their plate with far more food than they can eat, and to hell with the people whose table numbers are called last (like me). I got to the buffet, and every single tray was empty. The people at the restaurant catering had to cook up an additional batch of food. This took over an hour. In the meantime, I was getting angry. I should have taken my gift and left. I didn't because I am a lady. And it took them over a year to send a thank-you card.