Reply #36: Since you asked:

[trof]

Checking with the florist 5 days before our daughter's wedding we found out he didn't think we had said yes definitely and had done nothing. We found another florist.

I had to pay the tux rental place extra (a lot) to stay open till midnight because 3 of the groomsmen's flight was late.

Four of the groom's family, who had RSVP'd they were coming, were no-shows. Besides a degree of rudeness that I have never before or since experienced, their dinners cost me a well over a hundred bucks. At least they weren't there to drink my booze.

My daughter's future half-sister-in-law was an unrelenting bitch about the guest list ( a complicated story) to the point that our not-overly-emotional baby girl called us in tears twice. I can deal with a lot of crap, but don't you, EVER, make my little girl cry. Towards the end of the lovely open bar/band/dinner reception at La Valencia in La Jolla, the father-of-the-bride ( that would be me) ran into the woman at the bar and let her have it with both barrels. I had been...ahem...drinking at the time. Outside of his divorced mother (not the mother of the bitch) I have had no contact with his family since, which suits me right down to the ground. He's a sweetheart, but his dysfunctional family sux. He agrees.

That was five years ago, and last year they presented me with my first ever grandchild, Jack. All's well that ends well.
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