I was a back-up bridesmaid once. It was for a girl that I met on a trip two years before, who lived several states away. I had met her parents, but I had never met any of her friends or the groom. She asked me to sing at her wedding when she first got engaged and I said yes. Then about two months before the wedding she called and told me she and one of the bridesmaids had a huge fight and she "fired" her, so would I mind terribly being a bridesmaid. The dress wasn't that expensive, so I didn't mind that. I asked lots of questions about the trip, because I had never been to that city, or that state even. I was too young to rent a car (18), so I asked about transportation and hotel. She said I could stay at her apartment for the weekend, along with another friend/bridesmaid. So I get there and everything seems to be fine. I ended up getting along with the other bridesmaid really well. We found out that the bride and groom were planning on spending their wedding night at the apartment (it had two bedrooms and BM and I were sharing one). So we decided to surprise them with a night at a nice hotel just a few blocks away. The wedding was at her church and frankly it was a little more "down home" type than I expected, but everything was really nice. Then the wedding was over and we went to the church's fellowship hall for the reception. The food was sort of like "pot luck" style that her mom and people from church had made. They apparently didn't count on people to serve it, and Mom was asking for volunteers as we were going in. So I ended up serving some sort of casserole, which was fine, but I felt weird for some of the women who were supposed to be guests. Then when it came time to leave, BM and I piled their gifts into her car to take back to the bride's apartment. In the course of talking, we discovered that three of the groom's friends had travelled from out of state and had no place to stay that night. Later as we were getting in the car, they said they would be staying at the bride and groom's apartment, too. We assume the bride and/or groom OK'd this. So we took all the presents and went back to the apartment. We arranged all the gifts in the living room and I started doing some general picking up around the place. A little later the bride's younger sister and her boyfriend showed up. They went into one the spare rooms and closed the door. A little later, sister comes out and says she has the bride on the phone. Sister says bride is asking us to please not sit on any of the furniture, including the beds, because it belonged to her grandmother and she doesn't want it to get broken. Sister and boyfriend go back into the bedroom and close the door. BM and I find us some blankets and we make a pallet on the living floor for ourselves and the three guys to sleep on. I go into the kitchen to wash the dishes. I hear sister come out of the bedroom and I hear her say "what's that?" to the guys. I came out and realized that the three guys had taken out some pot. Sister said "I don't think my sister would want drugs in her house." So three guys went outside. Sister and boyfriend went back in the bedroom. I went back to washing the dishes. Eventually, the guys came back and we crashed on the floor. At about 7 am, we get a knock on the door. It's the bride and groom. They need to get a few things for their honeymoon, oh, and they want us all to leave in the next five minutes. My flight didn't leave for like five hours, so BM and I went to a pancake house and then just hung around the mall before she took me to the airport.
Fast forward two weeks. I get an email from the bride. She is "disappointed" at my behavior at her wedding. She is "appalled" that I "allowed" drugs to be brought into her house. She felt like the other BM and I ganged up on her and she was "excluded." WTH??? I was really offended and sent back an email about how I had just met her BM that weekend and I was sorry that we were friendly to each other. I said I was also sorry that she didn't know that her new husband had potheads for friends. That was the last I heard, until about a year later. She sent me another email saying she had "forgiven" me. I didn't even respond...