Showing posts with label wedding woops. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wedding woops. Show all posts

Monday, July 19, 2010

Wedding woops

I've got another wedding to go to this weekend. And as I was perusing my closet for what to wear (sidenote: I eventually ended up buying a new dress, natch), I came across an off-white number that I wore years and YEARS ago to a wedding for one of The Murse's friends.

This was clearly before I knew you weren't supposed to wear white or off-white to a wedding.

(However, if that dress still fit me, I might consider wearing it just because it was about 17 sizes smaller than I am now.)

Anyhow, as I was thinking about how horrific it was that I wore that dress, I started thinking about the other faux pas I've probably committed at weddings over the years. I can remember:
  • Surfing on my date's back at my cousin's wedding when the song Wipeout! came on
  • Dirty dancing with the photographer and the bus boys at a wedding for one of The Murse's friends
  • At that same wedding, calling a group of girls (who I didn't know) "bitches." I believe my exact phrase was, "Good nite, bitches" as the elevator doors were closing. (Sidenote: With my group of girlfriends, "bitch" is a term of endearment. But among a group of girls you don't know... yeah... not so much.)
  • Doing shots with the younger cousin of the groom at my friend's wedding last summer
  • Drinking an entire bottle of wine by myself as my date (in the wedding party) sat at the head table during dinner
Aaaaaaand... I'm sure there are others. Those are just the ones I can remember, thanks in large part to my trusty wedding companion, Gin & Tonic.

What's the biggest woopsie you've done at a wedding?