The Groomzilla
Do groomzillas count? The bride was lovely, but it has taken me a while to forgive her husband. On the day of the wedding, he turned up late and a bit tipsy because he was fishing with his close friends. Meanwhile, the day before the wedding, he asked my husband to set up all of the equipment for their outdoor wedding. I’m pretty sure that they didn’t have permits for setting up there either. Anyway, so the groomzilla makes everyone wait in the boiling hot sun for an hour before deciding to arrive. It was a particularly hot day, and there was no shelter. Everyone was sweating and miserable. The elderly sat on the few chairs that were there, and everyone was muttering away. I nearly fainted in the heat. That evening, I developed a fairly serious health condition (I don’t blame the wedding for it exactly, but I’m convinced the extreme heat for 2+ hours contributed to it). At the end of the reception, the groomzilla was blind drunk. He started making ridiculous demands and generally running his mouth off. He demanded, among other things, that my husband and I give up the hotel room that we’d paid for to go to an absolute horrible location where some of his friends were hanging out. No thanks. Then he rudely asked me a bunch of questions until I literally turned my back to him and walked off. I doubt he remembers any of it.