2. The Mashed Potatoes

u/Cant_Spel: My brother had an exciting toast at our wedding. He is genuinely a super-friendly guy that everyone likes. He proceeded to drink, and when his best man speech started, he thanked everyone for attending.

Next, he had to thank the grandparents for attending and “doing what they did” (gesturing with air quotes) so our parents could be here.

Next was a thanks to the parents for doing what they did so we kids could all be here. He then mumbles, “God bless the mashed potatoes!” and drops the mic, stumbling off the dance floor.

We had a good prime rib meal, and some of the best chipotle pepper mashed potatoes ever. The whole reception erupted in laughter, and my mom went to the chef to get the recipe.

3. Someone Stole My Marriage License

u/MissWriter1: I got married on a Sunday. My aunt was doing flash photography the entire time (even though my officiant announced no photos or videos), and my photographer couldn’t get some of the shots I wanted.

Also, my mom and aunt were being mean to everyone. Then, we signed the marriage license, and I put it in my purse before walking away to get some wine.

I come back, and my mom is going through my purse. She said she was getting some gum because “the brisket was too dry.”

I realized I couldn’t find the marriage license until after she left. She took it. Now I have to get another one.

4. I Had No Idea I Was Ruining the Wedding

u/Northsidebill1: I once ruined a wedding, but I swear it wasn’t my fault! I was a friend of a friend of the groom, and I had an F150, so I got asked to bring some chairs and a table to the reception hall, as people who own trucks are often asked to do.

I agreed and was told I would be met there by a couple of women and a few guys to unload everything and place it. Cool.

One of the women was beautiful. I flirted a bit, and she flirted back. She asked if I wanted to walk along the river the reception hall was on. Sure!

We walked for a while and talked, and things escalated quickly. We ended up getting intimate on the riverbank for a bit and walked back to the hall, where I invited her for a ride in my truck.

This was in rural Indiana, so in about 10 minutes, we were along some numbered county road getting intimate in the back of the truck.

It was late evening, and there was no one around. Then a car comes towards us. We laid still and waited for them to pass, but the car stopped, and the girl from earlier got out and started screaming at us. Yep, the girl I was with was the bride.

The wedding got canceled. My friend punched me in the face (he found out later that I had no idea who she was and apologized. We are good now), and it was quite the scandal for a while.