- All the bride did was go,
"It's fine, just let her do her thing."
And I'm like, "She's literally crying in a fetal position."
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- I've been a bridesmaid about four times.
So far, it's always a bridesmaid, never a bride.
- I've been a bridesmaid once for my cousin's wedding.
I wasn't a great bridesmaid.
I'll be candid, I didn't do the best job.
- I have been a bridesmaid five times,
and each bride has come with their own sets
of difficulties and challenges.
But, at the end of the day,
I'm just happy to be there for my friends.
- I've been a bridesmaid five times.
Every single experience is completely different.
- My friend asked me to be a bridesmaid.
I was so excited at the time.
I was one of five bridesmaids.
The night of the bachelorette party,
my friend really wanted to go big.
She just wanted to go crazy,
so we just thought, you know what?
Let's rent a hotel, let's have a huge party,
let's get strippers, that was my idea.
Let's get boy strippers, girl strippers for everybody.
And we'll just have fun, we'll drink,
we'll party, and dance the night away.
Everybody goes to the room,
everybody's taking shots and drinking.
The bride is found somewhere in the corner drinking
and just kind of swerving a little bit,
so I kind of brought her back over to the party
and was like, "Hey, girl, come on over here, girl,
"get a lap dance."
And I brought this really pretty dancer
to come over to give her a lap dance.
And I'm excited, 'cause I'm like,
she's never even had a girl dance on her
or anything like that.
That's more me.
She's in the dance and she's enjoying herself
and she's laughing and we're just joking around, screaming.
And they end up getting up and going into the separate room.
And we're like, what?
So, I guess she wanted a private dance.
They're gone for, like, 25 minutes
and I'm thinking, what in the hell is going on?
So, finally, she comes back out,
she looks all messy, her eye makeup is smeared,
she's like, "Hey, guys, I'm not getting married,
"I'm gonna be a lesbian."
She's like, "Yeah, I'm done.
"I just had a conversation and I realize
"that I'm just getting married
"for the wrong reasons."
Here I am feeling so guilty.
I was thinking, what happened in that room
that made her decide that the wedding was off?
So, we're just like, calm down, it's fine.
Like, you're just drinking and it's not really that serious.
She's like, "No, I'm serious, I'm leaving him."
I was like, okay, we're just gonna roll with it,
because you can't argue with drunk people.
Then, she starts trying to make out with me
and all of our friends, it gets real sloppy.
Finally, we're like, "Just sit down, have some water."
She's like, "I don't want water."
She's like knocking stuff out of people's hands.
She's like, "I feel sick."
She runs to make it to the bathroom,
but she doesn't make it to the bathroom.
She literally throws up all over the floor,
in front of everybody.
My other friends are getting sick,
it's just a whole mess.
I'm trying to help her get up
and make it to the bathroom
and she's fighting me, like physically resisting.
It was so hellish to have somebody
with throw up on them trying to resist,
it was disgusting.
And finally, she gets super tired,
we lay her down, she falls asleep, thank god.
We have to clean up the whole place.
And then, when she wakes up in the morning,
she remembers absolutely nothing.
I was so mad at her, but I couldn't be mad at her,
she didn't remember.
The wedding was beautiful, we all kept looking
at each other like, "Hi, you don't know
"what happened last night."
- So, my cousin asked me to be a bridesmaid for her wedding
and I was super excited.
She made it crazy easy for us.
She was like, "All you have to do
"is go and pick up this dress I picked out,
"get it hemmed, and buy nude heels."
So, I go to David's Bridal,
I do the first thing, you know.
And so, I walked up and I figured
I would go schedule a time.
I was told that's what you do,
you schedule a time.
But I go in and the lady's like,
"You know, we can fit you in now."
And she grabs me and she yanks me to the back.
And I'm not ready, I'm not wearing deodorant.
She shoves me into a changing room
and she's measuring me, and she asks me,
"What are you gonna weigh next year?"
And no one's ever asked me that in my whole,
what am I gonna weigh next, I don't know.
I felt like I was being lightly bullied
by this woman.
But she also got everything done
real fast, it was easy.
I picked up my dress in a week,
I went out, I bought nude heels.
I also don't like nude heels very much,
because I don't understand why you want a shoe
that looks like you're not wearing shoes,
like a flesh shoe.
Took the dress and heels and I treated them
like Harry Potter, I shoved them in the closet
until they presented problem.
The wedding came around and we go to this beautiful
gorgeous winery and I go to do the rehearsal
the first thing.
And I'm like, I'm gonna kill it.
I see the aisle, it's only 20 feet,
I had three steps to walk up to the alter,
and then we stand there, and we walk back.
Next day's the wedding.
We go to this gorgeous balcony to get ready.
They're playing music and drinking champagne,
and everyone starts slipping on their dresses
and I put mine on and I realize,
I never got my dress hemmed.
I was gonna ask my grandma to hem it,
but she was at the Res,
and then she came back and I had just forgotten
'cause it was in my closet for seven months.
Just didn't look at it.
And then, the wedding came and I just took it out,
popped it in my car, and left.
Didn't even check it.
I'm looking around at the other girls
and all their dresses are falling
right at their ankles, and I'm looking down
and I've got two inches of fabric on the ground
and you can't see my heels, and I can't walk.
I'm trying not to step on the dress,
'cause I don't wanna rip it,
and I also don't wanna fall.
And people are starting to notice
and they're like, "What's up, Siena?"
I decide I'm gonna lie.
And I'm like, "Oh, yes, the dress hemmer person."
(blows air out)
"They must have hemmed it in a different weird way,
"it's not my fault."
And they don't care that much,
they go back to putting on makeup and whatever,
and I'm like, you know what?
There's not that much walking at a wedding,
I think I can do this,
but at the chapel I realize I'm not gonna kill it.
The 20 feet looks 20 feet longer.
The steps now present a legitimate problem.
I'm really worried.
I need to not be a distraction.
People are supposed to whisper to each other
when the wedding starts and they see the bride.
They're supposed to whisper about her
and be like, (gasps) "She's so beautiful."
They're not supposed to go, (gasps)
"I didn't know Siena was stabbed
"shortly before the wedding
"and now she's limping down the aisle."
So, we walk down the aisle
and I'm clinging to the groomsman,
and I'm little steps at a time,
trying not to trip, trying not to tear my dress.
And so, we get down to the aisle
and we go up the steps and I'm like,
"Oh, thank god, I'm doing it, I'm doing it."
And I stand on the alter, that's easy,
that's chill, my cousin gets married.
Next step, we have to go back out the church.
And I grab onto the groomsman
and we go down the stairs,
and I hear that my heel go through the chiffon
in the back and tear it.
And I'm like, "Oh, so close, but no one notices."
And I kind of discreetly unloop the dress from my heel.
We have to go to the reception,
that's the last thing I have to walk into.
We walk in and I'm like, I just have to make
it to the table.
I killed it, I did it, so I take off my heels
and I tie the front of my dress into a big knot,
and I'm dancing away.
I don't even care that the dress is riding up
and the knot looks a lot like a penis.
I'm having a good time.
And I still have the dress, I still got it.
Here's the knot I can't get out
and if you dance around, it kind of just like
flaccidly flops around.
I've been lying about this for like a year,
and I'm really glad to get it off my chest.
Sorry.
- My friend asked me to be a bridesmaid.
Now, this particular friend of mine
is someone who has very great taste,
but also very extravagant taste.
So, I remember being very nervous
when we went shopping for the dress,
'cause I just kept thinking,
"Oh gosh, I hope she doesn't pick something
"that is way out of my price range."
We were trying on dresses that were several hundred dollars
and it was mainly because she wanted
very ornate details on the dress.
So, beaded bodices, something that looked very regal,
very princess-like.
And then, a few of the other bridesmaids
started being vocal.
The bride ended up doing a lot of research
and found a dress from China,
which we all ordered.
We were all very unsure on how the sizing
was gonna work out, and we ordered them
about eight to 10 months before the wedding.
During which, I ended up losing quite a bit of weight.
When the dress arrived, it was quite beautiful.
It did have a lot of attention to detail up at the top,
a lot of beading, a lot of intricate design,
and then a nice flowy skirt.
But, because of sizing issues,
my dress did not fit whatsoever.
As soon as I zipped it up,
the top part of the dress immediately dropped down
to my waist, not really the show stopping moment
that you're looking for at a wedding.
Now, I wanted to get the dress to fit.
I only had a window of about three weeks
to try to get this dress worked on.
The main problem that I had when I went to a tailor
is the tailor did not believe
that my strapless bra was a great fit for that dress.
I wasn't willing to go get another bra
just to please this tailor
and the tailor wasn't willing to alter it.
Last thing I wanted was for the dress
to be falling down as I was walking down the aisle.
Luckily, though, I found a whole lot of safety pins
and a whole lot of help to get the dress to stay up.
Now, on the day of the wedding,
I felt absolutely terrified,
'cause I was so scared that some of the safety pins
were gonna pop out.
It was so tricky to try to hide the safety pins,
'cause the last thing I wanted either
was to be walking down the aisle
and then have people notice this artwork of safety pins
on the back of my dress.
So, I had to try to be really creative
and hide them on the inside,
which also made for a very uncomfortable situation
anytime that I sat down, 'cause I would have them
pressing into my skin.
So, I was just uncomfortable the whole day
and just so scared of a wardrobe malfunction.
When I look back at the pictures
from the wedding I get a little embarrassed,
because, especially pictures from the side,
you can see quite a gap in between
where the bodice of the dress is
and where my body is.
Now, aside from the dress,
this was the most incredible wedding
that I have ever been a part of.
It was truly just magical and a dream come true
and everything that the bride wanted.
- A few years ago, one of my best friends
asked me to be a bridesmaid.
It was lovely and wonderful
until wedding weekend started.
She had also asked one of her childhood friends
that she wasn't particularly still close with
to be part of the wedding,
'cause, you know, it's your childhood friend,
you want them up there with you.
I'd never met her.
The night of the rehearsal dinner,
we were crafting, we're getting things together,
we're gluing these flowers.
She has a full-blown meltdown,
I'm talking crying in a fetal position on the floor,
we had no idea what was going on.
I never met this girl, so I was like,
I don't know, what do I do, do I diffuse the situation,
do I go talk to her?
All the bride did was go, "It's fine,
"just let her do her thing."
And I'm like, "She's literally crying in a fetal position."
She was fine, she calmed down, we had our dinner,
thought everything was okay.
All the bridesmaids and I are hanging out
with the bride and we actually find out
she hadn't gotten any place to stay.
She just assumed she would stay with the bride.
She didn't get an Airbnb, she didn't get a hotel,
she didn't clear it with anybody else that she knew.
She just assumed that she would just stay
with the bride and groom.
So, one of the other girls stepped up
and said, "It's fine, you can crash on my couch."
But, like, what was she gonna do the night of the wedding?
So the next day, we find out that
that night, she had texted the groom,
who she'd only met that day,
and told him, "You're marrying both of us"
and "We're a pair" and, you know,
"If you do this to her, you're also doing it to me",
and "I'm gonna be your wife, too,
"because you're marrying both of us."
It's this whole thing.
Luckily, he was easy going enough to go,
"I don't know, I just got this text.
"It was super weird, whatever, we'll go about our day."
We're all getting ready and, again,
a full-blown meltdown about, I don't know what.
Just screaming and crying, threatening to leave,
packing her bags, slamming doors,
just grabbing everything.
She's just chaos and just throwing things and yelling.
And finally, the bride had had it.
She said, "You know what?
"I'm not gonna do this anymore."
Half hour before she's gonna start,
she takes the bridesmaid aside,
she's in her full expensive beautiful ballgown,
the bridesmaid is in her long, pretty bridesmaid dress,
and she's just letting her have it.
And we see her in the other room,
and we're kinda trying to peek and look.
And she's just going like this
and talking to her and getting in her face,
and the bridesmaid's just crying
and she's yelling at her, too,
and they're both yelling at each other.
A half hour before the ceremony
when this is supposed to be nice,
we're getting ready, oh we're gonna take pictures
of your mom putting your veil on.
And then, the girl runs off,
we don't know where she went.
The bride came in and she said,
"You know what, I'm over it.
"I'm good, I'm not gonna deal with this,
"I'm not gonna let it ruin my day."
Luckily, one of the very lovely groomsman wrangled her,
brought her back in side.
I don't know what he said,
but he calmed her down a little bit.
Now, she wants a full face of makeup.
Now, she wants all of her long Rapunzel hair
curled in these tight little curls.
So, the poor hair and makeup girls are like,
"I guess, we have like 15 minutes."
She took all the time, we couldn't retouch the bride.
The ceremony happens, it's very lovely,
very beautiful, we all cry, it's great.
We think, "Know what, it's past, it's fine."
No.
We go outside to do pictures,
she would not stop smoking.
Like, there were just cigarettes constantly.
We're like, "You need to put that down.
"Her grandma's in these pictures,
"you can't be chain smoking in these pictures.
"Just, for two seconds, hand it off the somebody."
Refused to do that.
Convince her to pawn off her cigarette
while she's taking pictures.
We figure, okay maybe she's gonna calm down,
'cause we're about to go to the reception
where she's gonna eat, she's gonna get some protein,
she's gonna get a cocktail in her.
Maybe she's gonna calm down.
She got about 10 cocktails in her.
She did end up stealing a center piece
and throwing up everywhere.
It was a very eventful wedding weekend
to say the least.
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