The worst I attended the wedding was picture perfect-bridesmaids looked pretty (even if the dresses looked like slipcovers), beautiful flowers filled the church, groom in his dress blues. Care was obviously taken to make sure it was perfect.
Then the reception: it was held at the local Red Man (a/k/a Redneck) Club. A bunch of folding tables were set up-half with plastic tablecloths, half with trash bags as tablecloths. The bride (a coworker) had told me about her favors, spoons wrapped in tulle with hershey kisses in them with the saying "a spoonful of kisses from the Mr and Mrs" attached. There were three per table of 20 people and it was plastic spoons!
Tables were set up with finger sandwiches, chips, pretzel and a juice fountain and it appeared that the spread would feed 20 people. The bride was telling everyone at work that she had 200 guests.
Bride and groom arrived, she serenades him and then they smashed a layer of the cake into each other's faces. My husband of two weeks turns to me and asks "Can we take the gift on our way out?" We left before sandwiches and got a nice lunch at the place we'd had our reception two weeks before.
Same job, a couple that both worked there got married. I didn't attend the wedding, but heard afterwards about the happenings:
The person handling the music at the reception cued the couples first dance music, bride screams across the hall "NOT NOW, DAMMIT!"
Brides Mom went from table to table to collect the cards from the guests so they could pay for the reception!
About 6 months later, I'd left the job, but met up with people from there for drinks. The groom was eating something with tons of garlic and I said "wife won't want to kiss you after eating that", only to find they'd already split. Ouch!
Suzanne