What's the worst pre-wedding party you ever been a part of? Was it something like "The Hangover" or the old Tom Hanks movie from the 80s? Those may seem like far-fetched stories, but it turns out, those kinds of parties are very real. They actually happen and the end is usually a lot like those movies too.
We found some crazy examples of some very wild parties that happened to brides and grooms in the days before their wedding. You won't believe how nuts these parties get!
Waking Up In Another Country
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“My family is from Sweden and this is a legendary story in my family.
Years ago, my great-uncle passed out wasted at his stag party and his friends thought it was fun to put him on a train to Malmö (southern Sweden).
The problem was that the train then went on to Belgium and apparently wasn’t checked very thoroughly. So on the morning of his wedding, my great uncle woke up in Belgium.
The fiancée’s family was really well off, so I think they chartered a plane to get him to the wedding on time. They were not pleased.”
It’s All Fun And Games Until Someone Loses A Tooth
“We went to a burlesque club called SAX in Washington, DC. I got blindly wasted. We left to head to the next bar and my super gorgeous (and vain) friend/bridesmaid bites it stepping off a curb and knocks out her front tooth. Like gone.
So she’s bleeding everywhere in the cab, and she turns around and looks at my mother-in-law, and pitifully asks, ‘Am I thill pretty?’
And my mother-in-law goes, ‘Yes, sweetie, of course you are.’ Which just made my newly toothless friend sob harder, while the rest of my hammered friends and I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so we just rubbed her back and tried not to be too obvious about the fact that we were giggling at her misfortune.
So we get back to the hotel, where it turns out, she had called her boyfriend in Baltimore to come pick her up in DC. The problem was, she never bothered to tell him what specific hotel we were at. She then proceeded to pass out and miss all his calls and texts as he drove circles around DC waiting for her to answer her phone. She ended up yacking in both sinks and the tub, which we all then had to clean before checking out the next morning. At breakfast, someone suggested she see an emergency dentist in DC, to which she snarkily replied, ‘What are they going to do, give me fronts?!’
I guess my mother-in-law called the next day to offer to pay additional money because while we did our best to put the room back together…yeah…I’m sure it was ugly. The hotel hung up on her three times after she gave the room number.
The toothless friend ended up getting a lovely dental implant and marrying the guy who drove around DC all night for her, so all was well.”
You’ll Never Believe Who The Dancer Was
“I’m probably not the only one who has ever seen something like this, but I was a manager/doorman at a decent adult club and witnessed, first hand, a party of nice, clean-cut young yuppie types come rolling in high fiving and partying. Nothing new. They paid the cover and then almost immediately hit the exit door, like 30 seconds later, groom first with all his buddies behind him.
Some looked odd and they were punching the others on the arm and telling them to shut up. The last ones were dying laughing. They had walked in and the dancer on stage, who had JUST gone out for her very FIRST time after being a waitress for a few months, was pulling off her top… in front of her horrified brother (the one getting married) and every dude she grew up with.
She cried. And cried. And quit immediately. I gave the guys their cover back and they vanished, only to show back up after a little while and give the sister a ride home. It was messed up, but we still laughed about it after work that night.”
Three Friends, Three Legendary Nights
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“I’ve been lucky to know a bunch of lunatics most of my life, or maybe I’ve just cultivated good relationships.
Either way, our stag parties have a way of getting out of hand. The first incident came about because I was invited out last minute. Some old high school buddies had rented a limo up from our hometown to the city I was living in, and one of them called me on their way to tell me our friend was getting married, and his stag party was happening now.
I go and meet them at the bar, and after a few drinks, we’re off to the club. I told them I’d meet them there, but they insisted I hop in the limo. We go to the club and it’s exactly what you’d expect, but not outrageous. I bought a case of brews for the guys, get us a private table, and we took turns shelling out for table dances while we were there. Last call rolls around and we all pour ourselves back into the limo to leave, but they have to drop me off first.
I guess the night had taken a financial toll on the best man, and on the way back, he insisted I pay him $200 for the limo ride. Since I was a last minute addition and had planned on transporting myself, I let him know he could buzz right off. I turn to my left to talk to one of my pals, and the best man Supermans across the limo to punch me in the face, elbowing another buddy as he does it. The next thing you know, the limo has erupted into an all-out brawl. People are swinging for the fences, hitting anyone they can connect with. The limo driver, who must be used to this kind of thing, just keeps driving while this is going down. During the chaos, I feel the limo come to a stop at a red light, and I just happen to be against one of the doors, so I open it and dive out while I have the chance. I ended up walking six blocks back to my car, and still haven’t seen or spoken to the best man 10 years later.
Seven years later, one of the guys from the same circle of friends is getting married, but we’re older and wiser now so I’m sure things will be different. The out-of-towners get hotel rooms in the city, and we start the evening off with a nice dinner. During dinner, one of the groomsmen attempts to pick up a group of eight senior women, and this is about when I realize things are not going to be noticeably different this time. I pick up the dinner bill for the entire group because I’m a nice guy, and I’m also hoping the best man from the first story hears about how generous I was.
After dinner, we hit the casino for a couple hours, and before we leave, I convince most of the group to stop off at an empty roulette wheel and put all their chips on black with me. Black hits and I am officially a hero.
We stop off at their hotel to kill some time and freshen up before we hit the clubs. Between the drinks and the money in their pockets, these guys are rowdy. They’re knocking back shots and roughhousing. Someone fills the tub with ice and drinks. Security stops by to wish us all a great night – just kidding – they told us to keep it down. As soon as they leave, someone starts rolling a joint and I start planning my escape.
Five minutes later, security is back. They smell the pot and try to shove their way into the room, with a groomsman blocking them. He literally gets choke-slammed into a closet while the lead security guy tells one of his guys to call the police. While they pile into the room, I slip out of the bathroom and head down to the hotel bar. The last thing I hear is, ‘Go ahead and call them, I’ve got you on tape assaulting a guest.’ After I have a couple of drinks at the bar, commiserating with the bartender about my friends, I see them all coming off the elevator exuberant. It turns out one of the guys struck a deal with security. They paid the guards off and agreed to delete the video and rent an extra room to spread the guys out a bit. I tell the bartender to give me my tab so I can keep that crowd out of his bar and take them somewhere else. He says, ‘Those are your friends? No charge. Good luck tonight.’
We go to the adult club and have a great night. Everyone still has full pockets that they’re trying to empty as quickly as possible, and when the groom eventually passes out in our booth, one of the dancers hands us Sharpies. Being a gentleman, I let the girls have the honor. We close down the club, wake up the freshly decorated groom, and start taking him back to the hotel. This is about the time he starts complaining in a wasted stooper about pretty much everything, which is not uncommon for this guy when he’s had too many.
He wants to go to another bar and can’t understand that they’re closed. The best man angrily tries to get him back in line and headed in the right direction. When that doesn’t work, he takes a different approach and knocks him out cold in the street. Did I mention this was two days before the wedding? When the groom came home the next day, still hammered with one eye swollen completely shut, his fiancee called the wedding off. She eventually changed her mind, but not before all the out of town guests left!
So, when my party rolled around, people were abuzz. Everyone knew something insane was going to happen. I told my best man I wanted it early enough before the wedding to heal up from anything that might happen. I get a call one day to pack a bag for the weekend, one of my groomsmen will pick me up on Friday morning, and I’ve been cleared from work for three days. We hit the road and head to Raleigh. The first night is the warm up. Barcade, BBQ, and some light bar hopping. One of my groomsmen didn’t get the memo and drank a fifth between dinner and going out. We all get a string of incoherent and increasingly panicked calls from him while we’re at the first bar, so one of the guys goes to find him. When he’s located, he’s at the front desk of a different hotel yelling at the staff because his key won’t work. He gets taken back to our actual hotel and put to bed, and spends the entire rest of the weekend hungover in his hotel room.
The next day, we hit a brewery and end up doing some high stakes betting on hot wheels races. After a nice dinner, we go to a club that looked like an office had been quickly converted into a club, complete with a drop tile ceiling. Their big attraction is a hot tub room that you couldn’t pay me to get into. I told them I wasn’t dressed for it, and they said they had swim shorts I could use. Gross. NO.
Instead, I hang out by the stage and work up quite a thirst stimulating the local economy, so I head to the bar for a drink and notice a guy laying on the floor in front of the bar. He still has his drink in his hand, so I help him up and make a lame joke about staying off the floor because it’s dirty and he might catch something. He thanks me and leans against the bar to watch the stage. I remember seeing the guy earlier in the night, he was blowing fat rails off the paper towel dispenser in the men’s room.
Shortly after this dawns on me, I watch his head tilt back, his eyes roll into his skull, and his body go limp. I spin around to the bar, spot the manager, and let her know there’s an unresponsive guy on the floor. She grabs security, and they try to wake him up and kick him out. I let them know he’s on coke, and they call the paramedics. Seems like time to wrap the night up, so I gather the crew and we call an Uber.
My groomsmen are convinced I killed that guy with my mind.”
He Missed His Opportunity, Thank Goodness
“I got invited to a hen party of one of my friend’s friends. (I’m a guy, and no, I’m not the ‘gay friend’).
I wasn’t going to go, but my introvert friend explained she needed me to bail her and a couple other introverts out of the party partway through. I say fine because they bribed me with food.
It was a pretty big party in a massive house so I was happily downstairs away from most of the noise. I noticed it turned out there were a number of guys who were invited. Odd but not unheard of. Then, half a dozen male dancers arrive. I thought, ‘This is my opportunity, during the distraction, to get my friend out.’
All the guys get called upstairs and the bride is sitting on a stool topless. Apparently, the plan was to have her get off every guy there plus the dancers and get ‘proper icing’ before she got married because ‘she didn’t get enough action before getting hitched.’
I noped out with my friend and told the groom what went down. Marriage called off. A small part of me regrets not staying, but the lack of STDs is probably an indication of doing the right thing.”
Two Women Ruin It For Everyone, Especially The Bride
“There was drama in the bridal party because one of the bridesmaids (I’ll call her B1) was friends with a girl that another bridesmaid (B2) was enemies with. The bride, however, was unaware of all this drama and on the day of her hen party, B1 brings the friend that B2 hates. This friend was not invited because the party was only for close friends and the bride didn’t know her very well but she was trying to be a good sport about it and not make a scene at her own party.
To start things off, the bride had made a personalized gift for all of us and she made a slideshow about all our memories. Obviously, the friend wasn’t included and she felt offended she didn’t get a gift. She was on her phone most of the time and barely looked up when the bride was thanking us for being there. B1 and B2 started making backhanded comments at each other and B2 say how much she adores the gifts the bride made for the girls invited. This was starting to get weird.
Think of your friend group and all the inside jokes you have. Now think of having a complete stranger in the group and having to explain every single joke and memory we all shared. Not only was it awkward but we all felt this tension between B1, B2 and the uninvited friend. Fast forward to us at a dance club; we all decided to take a group photo and the bride obviously didn’t want this stranger to show up in her photos (because she didn’t even know her and this was supposed to be between friends), so she asked the friend to take a picture.
B1 said, ‘Ok, now let’s take one with my friend and have B2 take the picture!’
Cue the awkward laughter as the bride was clearly uncomfortable and was trying to keep the peace. Me and another bridesmaid chime in and ask one of the bouncers to take a picture. After that, there was even more tension as we were all reminiscing about our teen years and whatnot and B1 and B2 get into an argument about who was closest to the bride. The bride just sat there quietly and tried to calm them down and they both wanted her to pick a side. She got up, grabbed me by the arm and leaves the room.
She started crying about how this night might have been the worst one of her life and she just wanted all of us to have a good time like we used to. I have never felt so bad for someone. She had HER day ruined because two people in the party had to make the day about themselves.
When we came back inside, there was an all-out brawl between all of them which resulted in all of us getting kicked out the club. The bride was fuming and we all took a tense walk back to the hotel where we were staying. The other bridesmaid and I tried to comfort the bride but she was just appalled. To make matters worse, the friend was STILL THERE and we had to ask her to leave. She and B1 made a fuss about her wanting to stay the night and B1 had promised her she could sleep in her bed. The bride went OFF on her and told her she is in no place to make plans for a party that wasn’t even hers to begin with and that B1 and her friend could leave. B1 left with her friend. On the day of the ceremony, B1 is a no-show. She didn’t even answer any calls and the bride had to ask if the groomsman that was paired with her if it would be ok if she just showed up in the photos and not the ceremony because he would be walking alone. He was nice enough to understand the situation and agreed.
After the ceremony, everything was fine and when we arrived at the hall to have the wedding party, B1 shows up, not even wearing the dress that the bridesmaids were assigned.
Cue the bride’s parents telling her to leave but not before demanding she pay for the dress they had customized and paid for. She argued and made a scene and was promptly kicked out by the family.
The atmosphere cleared up after a while and the bride luckily had a great time.”
What A Nightmare For The Driver
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“The groom to be got really messed up. He drank two liters of Captain and Coke on the way TO the adult club, then passed out in the private room.
The girl came out and said, ‘I think your friend might be dead.’ We picked him up and poured some ice in his pants to get him moving and got him back in the limo.
As we were on our way to another club, he decides he has to poop and proceeds to take a dump in the ice bucket in the back of the limo. It smelled horrible and he got poop all over the seats.
We had the driver stop and when he saw what happened, he kicked us out at a gas station.”
The Waiter And The Bride
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“A hen party came into the restaurant where I was working. They were all fairly hammered already, and loud, and obnoxious.
One of the waitstaff, a guy known to be a player, comes over to me and tries to get me to bet against him that he could get the bride-to-be to hook up with him. ‘Dominic, STOP, just don’t…’ He laughs, calls me a prude, then goes over to take their order.
Twenty minutes later, one of the girls very loudly asks where the bride-to-be is. It’s her night and she’s missing it. I roll my eyes and go out to the pantry, crack the door open just a bit to see inside. Sure enough, there’s Dom and the bride-to-be going at it. A bit later, she’s back in the group bragging about how their cute waiter gave her a tour of the kitchen because it was her ‘special’ night. Dom’s grinning ear to ear.
He was fired later that night for bringing patrons into a restricted area.
I never heard what happened to the bride-to-be and her husband after that. But knowing how narcissistic Dom is, he probably called up the husband to brag about how he banged her the night before their wedding.”
The Most Ungrateful Bride Ever
“I was invited to this girl I worked with’s hen party. We had one of those friendships where we got on well at work but then you realize outside the office you actually don’t have much in common.
So it started when she declared she wanted one straight female friend party and another gay guy abroad party, which meant her maid-of-honor was at one and other bridal party members were at the other.
She started moaning because her maid-of-honor hadn’t organized the first party, which was a full 7 months before her wedding when the maid-of-honor’s wedding was just a few days away (so she was obviously a little busy). She proceeded to get her mom to set up a Facebook group of which half the people declined or silently left.
There were various demands put through the mom – like no sashes/veils, and a list of activities that in total were fairly pricey (over £100, not including any overnight accommodation or travel). The mom was trying her best but eventually, some of us nicely put our feet down to some of the demands.
We turned up in the morning which was pretty relaxed at a spa. None of us knew each other and only had the bride in common, but made the best of it. The evening came round (it started at 10 am and this was 6 pm-ish), we went somewhere nice for drinks. At this point, the maid-of-honor’s husband had bought a bottle of bubbly to be sent to the table, which the bride proceeded to drink by herself while we sat and watched. Then she said, ‘So guys…is there really no dancer? I guess my other party will be my fun one.’
You could cut the tension at the table with a knife. I’m lucky and have a good job but some of these gals were literally nursing one drink at each place and scraping coins together to pay their share.
She’s yet to thank people for going and I was so mad, I declined the wedding invite.”
Burning The Groom
“At my buddy’s party, there were about 15 of us and we had two dancers come to the host’s house.
We set the living room up and we all surrounded where the groom to be would be sitting. We blindfolded him at the start and everything was going great. The dancers were burning candles, and about 5 minutes into them teasing him and us watching and laughing one of them took the candle and pretended she was going to pour the hot wax down his pants. We all laughed… until she actually did.
We were all in shock, he freaked out and kicked them out of the house and that was the end of that. They still got paid though, so I’m sure they didn’t care.”
A Fightin’ Sister Goes Down
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“I go over my sister’s house to pick my fiancèe up from her party. The whole bridal party is wasted and my sister is the most trashed of all of them. I walk into someone puking in a trash can.
Shortly after I got there, I ticked my sister off to the point she starts hitting me. Mind you, my sister is 4 foot 10 inches tall and I am close to 6 foot. Another husband of a hammered bridesmaid picks my sister up to carry her away and she kicks him in the nuts. She then goes back to punching me but slips and falls into a table.
I left at that point, I’d had enough.”
Thanks For The Help, But Discretion Is Key
“The bride had her ‘final’ party the same night the groom had his party. Someone (me) had the brilliant idea of the girls trying to find out where the boys were, so we could all meet up and hang out together at the end of the night. The boys tell us where they are – adult club several towns over. We go. The club refuses to let us in, thinking we’re up to some nefarious stuff.
While waiting in the parking lot trying to figure out what we’re gonna do, I hear a voice from my left. ‘They’ll let you in!’
I turn around and see a young girl on the lap of an older man in a pickup truck next to me, obviously riding him.
She had stopped their ‘fun’ to assure us through the driver window.
Awkwardly, I thanked her and wished them a good night and they probably continued on.”