Redditors Share The Craziest Bridezilla Stories They Have Experienced
Getting crazy at your own wedding is perfectly normal. We mean it. It is the biggest day of your life and you want – deserve – everything to be absolutely right. This day comes just once in everyone’s life, even if you marry again, the special day of the two of you will be just one. So, we can expect the brides to lose their calm every now and then on their big day. It is just, sometimes it gets so out of hand that one has absolutely no idea what to do. The brides sometimes get crazy, sometimes highly emotional and sometimes just downright mean. That is not how it works for a lot people. The planners, bridesmaid, best man, in laws and gazillion other people involved with the wedding become incapable of deciding how to handle a bridezilla. While sometimes it is stressing, most of the times, if you think about it later in your life, is hilarious.
We have got some of the best stories for you. These stories have everything. The bride going bridezilla mostly along with some incidents where the groom has gone groomzilla and even cases where the bridesmaid has turned the table of crazy completely. Read ahead and let us know what you think!
I used to work at a wedding venue. I was there once when a future bride and MotB were visiting to plan out the setup (they had already booked the place). We had some lovely planters with annuals of all different colors in the outdoor space where ceremonies were held. Both ladies, but especially the MoTB, had a huge issue with the fact that some of the flowers didn’t match the couple’s wedding colors – and, after being informed that the flowers couldn’t be swapped out or moved before the wedding (they were in those huge urn planters that probably weighed upwards of 100-150 pounds each fully loaded with soil), she went around behind my manager’s back and started ripping up the flowers of colors she didn’t like. Fortunately, she only got a few before she was caught, but my manager was 100% ready to add our landscaper’s fee to the bill. He probably should have anyway.
I was my sister’s maid of honor. During a peak planning time, our aunt – her godmother – passed away. I kept trying to get in touch with my sister all day that day. When I finally reached her, I explained I had been trying to speak with her all day to let her know our aunt had died. I got blasted about how busy she is, and then she ripped into me about where I stood with my tasks. She was pretty rotten the day of the wedding,too. The best was two years later I’m getting married and she’s screaming at me over the phone how I didn’t help her, forced her to buy a dress she didn’t want, and let her florist ruin her flowers. We’re not close.
Shoes Are Important
I sometimes work for a wedding planner at the event the day of. There was one wedding that I was working at that was humming along right on schedule. But about 45 minutes before the ceremony was supposed to begin, a bridesmaid grabbed me in a panic and told me the bride forgot her shoes. She told me that the bride absolutely needed her shoes.
So I asked where they were, she told me they were about an hour away. The wedding planner talked to the bride and told her that no one would notice if she didn’t wear her shoes. The bride pitched a fit and made an uncle drive and get them. It took him about 2.5 hours to get them. The whole time, we were trying to convince the bride to start the ceremony and she refused.
The worst part was that her family came from another Country and didn’t really speak English so they had no idea what was going on at first. They got super restless and some people even left. We told the bride that people were leaving and she didn’t care, she just wanted her shoes. Everything was delayed by about an hour and half. People were pissed. By the time the reception rolled around about 50% of the people left the venue.
The Inhuman Bride
I’m a wedding planner. We had an unexpected death in the family. Our 6 month old nephew had passed away in his sleep. I knew the funeral was going to be the day my clients upcoming wedding. I gave her a call to explain the situation. She’s clearly not paying attention to the call or the words I’m speaking because I hear her laughing with friends in the background. I get irritated and tell her I’ll call her later. I call back that night and again tell her what has happened and that I’d be sending an assistant to cover for me so I can attend the funeral. She tells me that I need to send my assistant to the funeral and that I better be at her wedding. It took me a few seconds, but I calmly stated that I’d be sending her money back and that no one would be covering for me. Nicest way I’ve ever said heck off. I really wanted to biaatch slap her.
Bride definitely knew I was attending the funeral, she was just a cunt. Groom was equally cunty. They deserve each other. I’ve been doing this for a while. I’ve seen some shiz. I’ve seen a drunk grandma heil Hitler in a room full of Jewish guests. I’ve seen a bride kiss an ex boyfriend while the groom was in the bathroom. One attempted suicide. One very expensive and very short wedding. However, the majority of my clients are amazing. Still, sometimes there are just horrible people in this world. The good thing is I’ve gotten much better at spotting them before we get to far.
Meet The In Laws
Was helping a friend plan her wedding. We literally had everything planned, had called in favors with friends to do everything at cost, and she had personally asked my mom to officiate. This was going to be gorgeous, and I did nothing without her. She was in on the entire thing, as she should be.
Her inlaws got involved and she started saying yes to everything they were saying without telling me. They then started asking me to ask my friends to do it all for free or give them a bigger deal than just cost. When I pushed back on the price, suddenly I was making her wedding all about me and being made out to be a nutjob. My friend didnt even take the time to tell my mom that she had found a catholic deacon to marry them (mind you, shes Muslim and the groom converted from Catholicism to Islam to marry her in another ceremony so SOMEONE lied about their faith here)! I found out 2nd hand, 4 days before the wedding.
I cancelled everything but the caterer (that was a favor my bf had called in and decided to keep only because his buddy needed the money), she bought fake flowers and the ceremony was a train wreck. She got the Aisle 5 wedding she paid for and I got to save money on a dress.
The Disaster Cake Wedding
Not a wedding planner but I witnessed this:
The bride and her mother insisted that the mom make the wedding cake. This was the wedding the week before ours at the venue we used for our reception. They included the cake as part of the package but these folks insisted on their own. The wedding planner at the hall, who did all the planning stuff for all the weddings held there, told them that you need to include a stand in the middle of the cake for support if you are going to use a wedding cake topper. The mother insisted she knew what she was doing and that her three cakes piled on top of each other were sturdy enough to support the large figurine cake topper.
FF to them setting up the reception, which we were there for in part as we had a meeting with the planner about final arrangements for our wedding. The whole time we are meeting the planner kept apologizing for having trouble focusing because she kept looking past my then fiance and I over at the cake thinking it was looking off.
We were wrapping up our meeting when suddenly she screams and bolts out of her chair. The topper had collapsed through the three layers of cake then thru the front leaving the entire front of the cake a pile of crumbs with frosting.
I never found out how that mess got fixed because my fiance and I got the hell out of there.
Worst Bridesmaid & Best Man
Not a planner but a photographer’s assistant/second shooter.
All of the brides and grooms I’ve had the pleasure of working for has been incredible, but the groomsmen and bridesmaids have been some real pieces of work.
One wedding the maid of honor wanted to control the formal portraits, told the main photographer how to do her job, freaked out at the caterers because the cake was late even though they weren’t connected to the bakery at all, told one of the other bridesmaids she should have lost weight to fit into her dress better, and was really just an all around biaatch who stressed the bride out all day long.
Another Maid of honor didn’t write her speech beforehand because she was going to improvise, then got so trashed while getting ready and during cocktail hour that all she managed to slur was “John and Jane…. I love you so much.” And started sobbing. The bride was pretty upset at her irresponsibility.
Groom had been married before and his best man was his older brother who had served as best man in his previous wedding. He began his speech with “ladies and gentlemen, welcome back! Same occasion, different lady.” Which was bad enough. He ended with “cheers, and I’ll see you all again at the next one!” Bride and groom were both understandably pissed and asked the best man to leave.
Plan The BMaids Carefully
I was my sister’s maid of honor, unpaid wedding planner. She was a Bridezilla. Not only did I plan her wedding shower (and had to put in for a super expensive gift, and an all expense weekend in NYC (I was a college student for Chrissake), she also wanted a private gift from me, from her super expensive registry where I couldn’t afford a damn spoon. Everything had to be perfect and meticulously planned, right down to our toes, weight, how much we ate and drank. She’s a micromanager by personality as it was.
She also had the worst bridesmaids. So bad, that only one showed up (besides me) to the bachelorette party, me and one other, and a friend, the NYC trip. That left three people paying for this nightmare, and again, I’m in college. Two had an excuse, at least. One was pregnant, one lived in California. One didn’t show up because we wouldn’t do what she wanted as activities. While I appreciated the suggestions, what her idea of an appropriate party, and what my sister would be comfortable with, two different things. One, I forget exactly why, but I remember thinking it was stupid.
Also, the mother in law made things much worse.
The marriage didn’t even last three months.
My step brother’s wife waited until my dad and his wife (her new MIL) flew in for their destination wedding and greeted them at the airport with “we need $12,000 for the location or there’s no wedding tomorrow.” Over 150 people had flown in for this wedding, many of whom couldn’t actually afford to go but she bullied and degraded into going in to debt to attend.
Really I won tho because I was uninvited the day before my plane landed so I just got drunk on the beach for a week and saw her for less than five minutes total the whole time.
Just Cuz The Bride Was Nice
Friend used to do high society weddings.
There was a bride who was the nicest person imaginable, but everyone else was shiz.
Bridesmaids and groomsmen never showed up for the photoshoot. Reason? How were they supposed to show up if the planners didn’t personally knock on their hotel room doors to remind them to get ready?
The bride would set the groom a list of tasks. The second she was out of earshot, he’d turn to one of the planners and say, “You heard her. Get it done.” He was also generally useless, coming to meetings late, always drunk with his groomsmen and letting his bride handle everything.
The church ceremony was delayed an hour because the groom’s mother only started getting dressed when the ceremony was supposed to start.
A week after the ordeal, this lovely bride asks my friend for her address as she wanted to send a cake over as thanks.
An hour later, she calls my friend to confirm that she had given her the right address. My friend says yes, not realising the bride and groom were personally delivering the cake. My friend is super humble, but she lives in a huge mansion, doesn’t actually need the money from her event planning job and doesn’t attend high society events because her father thinks it’s beneath them.
The couple was shocked, and the groom tried to be overly friendly and pal-y with my friend. Asking who the architect of her house was, etc, hoping that she wouldn’t remember the shizty treatment he’d given her last week.
She just graciously accepted the cake, wished the bride well and closed the gate on them.
Diva & Bond
Oh I have one! I used to work at weddings in college. I worked one that was a complete nightmare. The bride and groom were from NYC and got married in the south. He was her boss at a Fox News show. When I first saw them I legit thought he was her dad. The entire night she kept yelling at him, telling him to leave conversations she was having with her friends. She was just awful to him.
Not to mention their wedding colors were pink and green. And I mean BRIGHT pink. They paid thousands of dollars to have a pink tented ceiling and their bridesmaid dresses were these ugly hot pink designer dresses. I think each one cost $900. This wedding all around was between $300-350,000 at least. They had a man in a jet pack dressed in a tux fly over the reception, land to a string quartet playing the James Bond theme song and took a sip of a martini. That cost like $13k. He was a pretty interesting guy, if you can imagine.
I sometimes wonder if the couple is still together. I’m assuming not.
Did You Use Them?
Not a wedding planner but I worked in a stationary store for 3 years helping couples customize their wedding invitations. A young, cosmetically enhanced beautiful woman and a nice but tired looking man came in and started picking out their cards..for 3+ hours. We were actually closed at one point but allowed them to keep browsing while we cleaned. At first, the lady was quite nice as she was thrilled to be engaged, but this quickly wore off by the second meeting we had. Our in house designer ended up creating a fully custom design for their wedding by the end of the second meeting.
A month rolls by and the lady has started coming in weekly, by herself, demanding we stop helping other customers and help her with her cards. The husband-to-be is no longer accompanying her on these visits. She comes in more often and more frazzled every time. We try our best to help her but when she started measuring every single line and space between letters..we knew it would only get worse.
After the first 2 batches of 150 cards/envelopes each were rejected (first reprint was on us, the second was to get her out of there-didn’t work), we saw her only one last time. She came in absolutely in a fit about the wedding and by the end of the 1-2 hour rage rant, she confesses that her fiancé left to Hawaii on what should have been their pre-wedding trip…alone.
We definitely pitied her for about 30 minutes before she started demanded discounts and for us to drop off the finished product at her house. Glad I never saw her again, I wonder if those invites ever got used…
Little Humanity Goes A Long Way
I do wedding planning on the side and offered to help a friend like three days ago. They’ve been engaged…. a month-ish now? Wedding is in a year.
I literally just had a pretty invasive surgery like five hours ago and this chick sends a “you ok?” text, and as I’m typing my response, starts prattling on about what she wants to do for her wedding plans in a year.
My recovery isn’t expected to be long but like and I know it’s exciting and all. But, at least wait until I respond? What if I’d like, died and my husband was like, yup she dead, sucks to suck? Jfc. I’m gonna need lots of Xanaxs this time around, I can already tell.
Stay Away From Such Brides
My Way Or Highway
I’ve been bridesmaid at 4 weddings and this particular one was going to be my 5th time being in the wedding party but my first time as a Maid of Honor. I am so glad it didnt happen. I’m just gonna mention the major bits. It’s been years since it happened so some of the details are mushy.
She and I had been close friends since college and she and her fiance had been high school sweethearts. He was a trust fund baby and she had absent parents. He finally popped the question close to their 10 year anniversary, and within a couple of weeks, she had assembled her bridal party. I was deeply touched that she wanted me to be her MoH and I accepted her request. I was in charge of the general wrangling duties that come with being the MoH.
Things started out incredibly fun and I enjoyed helping her out. But as the date got closer and closer, she descended into the pit and arose a full-fledged bridezilla.
I ended up having to hunt around a ton of the Los Angeles bridal shops to track down the exact bridal outfit for her. She wanted a particular dress, with a specific shape, construction, bust line, fabric, color, and she wanted some super specific accessories to go with it. She would leave me messages saying that I had to go to specific shops on specific days and would get annoyed when I placed my job priorities ahead of her wedding details.
She is Vegan and I mean, heavily Vegan. The menu eventually changed into one that had no options for non-Vegans, despite the majority of the guests being omnivores. Whenever I’d bring it up to her, she’d reply with “Well, they should know better because it’s my wedding. They don’t have to eat if they don’t like it.”
The wedding was to take place at a gorgeous retreat in the mountains just outside of LA. She was so hellbent on it that they put down a hefty non-refundable deposit right away. Since it was up in the mountains, I knew that we wouldn’t have easy access to non-vegan establishments should we get hungry, and my partner especially, is a carnivore. Bride had planned on the wedding party staying in a cabin house that they were going to rent for the occasion so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask if we could bring our own food to make. When I ran this by her, she abruptly told me, “Heck no you can’t bring that shiz inside my cabin. You better find a way to take the microwave and nuke that shiz outside because no freaking way am I gonna let the cabin smell like meat.”
At that point I was so ready to be done. They had a trip to some hipster music festival coming up so I made up my mind to use that time away from her to come up with a good way to remove myself from the situation. No need for that, as it turns out. They came back from the trip with their engagement dissolved. Apparently they came to the realization that they didn’t really love each other and that it was just a relationship of convenience. Felt a little bad, but at the same time relieved. Don’t know who broached it first but I have my guesses.
She promptly moved out of his house and ended up losing all her financial support. She seemed shock at this result. This was how I found out that he and his parents were basically bankrolling her. Yowza. Our friendship kept rolling downhill from there. She kept morphing into some other girl that wasn’t the girl I became friends with.
Wedding Without Mother
My Husband was a wedding photographer for many years so he has seen some doozies. The one I remember him telling me that the Bride hated her Mother (I don’t know why) wasn’t going to invite her to the wedding but was coerced into it by others in the family. Comes the wedding day my hubs is taking at home pics before leaving for the Church, Bride pulls him aside and says “I do not want any pictures of my Mother taken today, none at all. If you set up family shots and she is there just let the flash off do not take her picture?. My hubs couldn’t bring himself to do it and took all the pictures and figured the Bride could tear them up if she wanted later.
This Is Momzilla
I played a wedding last year, the bride and groom were fantastically lively, beautiful people. I couldn’t help but like them even though in the lead up if probably only spent an hour in their company.
Anyways, the bride wanted me to play at the ceremony, just acoustic guitar and singing outside the church, for the guests as they walked in. They invited me to the wedding and reception so I wasn’t just there for an hour and then went home.
About a week before the wedding, the bride asked if I’d also mind playing their first dance song.
I of course said yes, I was going to be there anyways. She wanted me to play ‘thinking out loud’
So fast forward to the day of the wedding, everything is going according to plan, about 10 minutes before the first dance is due to happen I go and get my guitar.
The grooms mother followed me and basically confronted me and told me not to play that song and instead wanted me to play ‘can’t help falling in love’ because it was her favourite song and she wanted her son to do that. I very politely informed her that my agreement was with the bride and groom and therefore I’d play the Ed Sheeran song.
She wasn’t happy, went on a rant (I don’t remember what she said, I wasn’t paying attention) and she ended it with ‘I’m paying for this wedding, and I don’t care what that slut wants, you will play what I tell you to or you won’t get paid’
So I told her of course I would play her songs, after all me being a poor unemployed musician couldn’t possibly have any other gigs or a source of income, and was desperately relying on the $150 that an hour of singing at a wedding ceremony would bring me.
And then I got up to play, did what the bride wanted, making sure to stare at the MIL for a good 30 seconds, and then afterwards promptly told her to stick her complaining up her ass.
I figured it was best to not ruin the happy couples day so I waited until they got back from the honeymoon before I told the bride what had happened. And bless her cotton socks she transferred me $300 on the spot for my troubles.
Why So Ungrateful?
My sister fired her wedding planner and cancelled the rehearsal dinner. The photographer ended up stepping in and being the one to tell us when it was our turn to walk down the aisle, time to cut the cake, who should toast, etc because my sister was toasted and the rest of us were just clueless. He was also a top notch photographer despite all of the extra responsibility he took on in the wedding and my husband and I were considering buying some of the photos he took of our family, but he ended up taking all of my sister’s pictures off of his site because she was screen capping and sharing them with the watermark cropped out instead of buying them. So classless. :/
Bride Is The Prettiest
I worked at a wedding where I basically had to play a game of telephone all day long.
I’m a photographer and came onsite the day of the wedding to meet with the planner/coordinator who promptly told me to be careful around the bride. Apparently at the rehearsal the prior night the bride thought the coordinator was taking too much of her time (after two questions), and relayed through her bridesmaid that the coordinator was no longer allowed to speak to the bride or even look her in the eye. All communication would have to go through a family member from there on out.
I had worked with this coordinator in the past and knew her to be a consummate professional and pleasant person to be around. She had actually assumed the bride would get over her tantrum the day of the wedding, but nope, still no talking or eye contact. The coordinator tried her best to keep the wedding day going smoothly and on time but it was really tough to do so through proxy. Taking photos took forever because I had to make sure a bridesmaid or sister was always with us to tell the couple where to stand and how to pose. It was one of the most awkward jobs I ever had.
Also should mention that when I came onsite for the wedding, I was able to locate the bride by the sound of her screaming at her hair/makeup artists. By the time I came into the bridal suite, she had switched to screaming at her bridesmaids for looking prettier than her and made them change their hairstyles to “look uglier.”
After I was done with the getting-ready portraits, I found the groom outside on a balcony just smoking a cig and staring into the sun with the longest sigh I’ve ever heard in my life.
Who’s The Daddy Now
Wedding DJ here and it wasn’t the bride, this was a groomzilla. For some reason the newlyweds decided to invite the bride’s son’s father. The dance floor cleared early and everyone was in the photo booth or outside smoking and drinking.
Except the baby daddy and the groom. They’re sitting at a table alone and appear to be having a raucous, laughing conversation. Only, oh shiz no, their faces are getting angry looking. Groom now has his finger in the daddy’s chest, “HE CALLS ME DAD NOW! I’M HIS FATHER!”. Groomsmen come running in to hold them both back. Groom flips the freaking table over. Bride is now in tears.
It’s Just The Money
I’m not a wedding planner, but I do work in the industry and my friend is the wedding planner I’m telling this story about.
He is a good looking, straight male that has an amazing eye for design and detail. He can do everything from wedding dress design and execution, flowers, you name it. And his services are not cheap.
He had a bride who called him up a few days before her wedding and told him she couldn’t go through with the wedding because she was in love with someone else. The conversation went something like this:
Bride: “I can’t marry him, I just don’t love him anymore, I think I’m in love with someone else!”
Him: “What do you mean you’re in love with someone else!? Your wedding is in 5 days!”
Bride: “Well…. I’m in love with you. You just GET me! I’ve never met anyone else like you!”
Him: “…Do you know how much your parents are paying me to get you?!”
She ended up getting married 5 days later and it was never mentioned again.
The Controlling Bride
My worst bride was an Ivy League educated shrink. She tried to play head games with absolutely everyone involved in the planning of the wedding. Frequently had fits. She and I butted heads because she wanted a carpet running straight from the bottom of the stairs to the doors of the chapel. I told her it wasn’t possible (they didn’t line up). She kept on asking me if I was sure, even after I showed her exactly what I meant. She narrowed her eyes and told me she thought I had a problem with the truth.
She was very controlling with the groom as well. I remembered their names and looked them up on Facebook a while back. They’re divorced and he appears to be happily remarried.
Weddings Are Stressful
My sister is getting married on Friday. She threw the ring at her fiance yesterday and stormed off down the street barefoot because she asked him when he was picking up some decorations for the wedding and he asked when he should.
I guess she took that as, “I don’t care about this wedding or you. Your decorations are stupid and you look fat.”
Series Of Bad Decisions
Not a wedding planner, but I love this one. Girl I went to HS with got engaged. Her parents offered her three options: $50,000 for a wedding, $50,000 for the down-payment on a house (and a small, intimate wedding), or $25,000 for the wedding and $25,000 for a house. She chose the $50,000 wedding.
Weeks before her wedding she told her parents that she was having second thoughts. Parents said, “Everyone has jitters. The wedding is paid for. You’re getting married”. She got married. The marriage lasted two months. She had been cheating on her fiance/husband for over a year with a coworker.
What’s In A Size
My mom worked in a bridal salon when she was in college.
Sizing was a nightmare. Sandra came in to try on gowns. She tried on the large sample dress, had it pinned to see how it would look on her if it was her size. She said this was it, so my mom took her measurements, and figured out what size she needed to order.
My mom told her her dress will be a size 8 based on her measurements; Sandra threw a fit. “That’s impossible! All of my other dresses are size 4! I have been a size 4 since I was 14. I am not an 8! Order me a 4!”
My mom would explain how sizes vary from designer to designer and that, while she may be a 4 normally, with the designer of her dress her measurements are considered an 8, and it’s just a number, and if it’s too big it can be taken-in but a 4 couldn’t be taken-out… Sandra took none of that. Despite all protest, she demanded a 4.
A couple weeks before the wedding her size 4 dress arrived. It wouldn’t zip (duh). Bride had a meltdown. Mom had to apologize and reorder a larger dress at the bridal salon’s expense.
This Is Brides' War
I worked in stationery design in the wedding industry a while back. Invites, wishing wells, menus, you name it. If it was wedding related and on paper, we sold it. Some of the customers we got were class act I can tell you.
The best/worst was a detailed consult with the bride and groom in regards to their invite design. Over the next two personal consults and many phone calls, I primarily dealt with the bride and her maid of honour together. After the last revision, the maid of honour came in to make a relatively major change, insisting that the bride wanted it that way. Idiot me made the change, and the order went to print.
Turns out the bride and her maid of honour had a falling out and the maid wanted to get back at her ex-friend. Apparently she had approached several of the wedding services acting as an agent of the bride and pretty much hecked the whole event over…
Hey I’m Pretty
Not a wedding planner, but I make custom, one-of-a-kind, wedding dresses.
One of my many notable interactions:
A girl asked me if I would send her an $1800 dress for free because “I’m really pretty and I’ll send you pictures of me wearing it at an event.” I explained that while I did custom dresses, I couldn’t possibly make one that would fit over such large balls.
Nightmare Dressed As A Daydream
I have extensive experience as an events coordinator, including private events such as weddings.
The worst I’ve personally witnessed had a grooms baby mama (and ex fiancé) come to the reception uninvited. She grabbed the wedding cake, chucked it at the newlyweds, and began screaming how he was a deadbeat dad while she grabbed table wine bottles that she smashed on the ground. Everyone was stunned in shock at first, but the ex fiancé was ultimately restrained by the groomsmen. We called the police, and she was charged with assault, assault with a weapon (from waving around a wine bottle and clocking a groomsman,) and destruction of private property (both from the couple and the venue.) What a charmer. In the end, the parents of the groom asked me to arrange a lovely (and secret) private dinner for the newlyweds and their bridal party to make up for the fiasco.
Not the official planner, but the Bridezilla pulled the ‘love card’ and demanded her Fiance rent a massive equestrian park, with stables, vast fields, riding rings and the whole 9 yards, as if the $20k diamond ring wasn’t enough. Only problem is, a massive rainstorm rolled in, and they only had one small building to cram into. Oh, and did I mention her several dogs? They all pissed and shat inside, all over the velvet carpet, one even shat while they were walking down the aisle.
Weddings Make You Crazy
I work as a Hotel Manager and we see bridezillas all the time.
The worst was when a bride was so upset that she couldn’t fit all of her bridesmaids on one shuttle back from the reception (they took two vans on a 10 minute trip back to the hotel and it only seats 12) that she tried to physically assault the driver.
He left her on the side of the road when she tried to bite him.
The kicker? When the groom found out and came to get her- she was acting so crazy he went to pick her up with her parents and when they found her trudging back down the highway and heard her sh-tty attitude they left her there too. x3