Archive for August, 2011

Entry #18

Monday, August 29th, 2011

 

I was being interviewed on my fiance’s TV show and suddenly I realized that I never knew she had been married before !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 Submitted by: KH

Entry #17

Friday, August 26th, 2011

There were 12 of us seated at a table for 12.  We were all related to each other in one way or another and were having a great time at a good friend’s daughter’s wedding.  Suddenly, a woman approached the table and announced that she too was supposed to be at this table and that obviously someone already seated was at the wrong table so would they please move! We looked at each other a bit startled, and told her that we’d just ask the waiter to set another place and we’d all be happy to squeeze in a bit closer – no problem.  But she was adamant.  She wanted someone to admit that they were sitting in her seat and get up!  My sister, always a clear thinker, announced “would everyone please show us your placecard to make sure we’re all at the right table” (which we already knew we were).  And so each one of us produced a type written placecard with our names in bold and the number 17 in black.  My sister then asked the woman to show us the card in her hand – and she produced a hand written placecard with her name and number 17 in blue!  It seems she had mistakenly pulled out a placecard in her evening bag from a previous wedding with the same table number! We all tried to make a big joke to dismiss the embarrassing moment, but quite a memorable lesson was learned that night.

Submitted by:  bazookaj

Entry #16

Friday, August 26th, 2011

It was finally the beautiful couples wedding day. He loved her and she loved him. The moment came when the couple stood under the chupah and the rabbi instructed the khattan to repeat the words “haray at mekudeshet li be tabat hazot” and place the ring on his kallah’s finger when he suddenly realized that he absent mindedly left the ring at home. Good thing their wedding took place only 5 minutes from his house otherwise he probably would’ve spent his first night of marriage asleep on the couch!

Submitted by: Mazal Tov

Entry #15

Friday, August 26th, 2011

When I was age 12, my eldest sister got married. My parents allowed me to invite my best friend to the wedding. After the ceremony, I told my friend to come with me because I wanted to show her something in the room where we got dressed for the wedding. Running straight past two fellows who were right outside the room, I opened the door and there were my sister and her brand new husband – in the yichud room! Suffice it to say that I’m sure they would have preferred us not to have seen them at that moment.

Submitted by: Mortified Sister Of The Bride

Entry # 14

Thursday, August 25th, 2011

My nephew was getting married, and we were all excited and looking forward to the wedding. My mom bought her dress and was counting the weeks. She wasn’t feeling well and after a few doctors’ visits and tests,we found out that she had cancer. She died 5 weeks later..and 5 weeks before the wedding. We were devastated. The shloshim was a week before the wedding. The day of the wedding, we all got dressed up, were at the chupa,and except for my sister (the chatan’s mother), we stayed outside during the dancing. During the meal, my sister asked us to sing some of my mom’s favorite songs, some of which we always sang with her, and it made us feel that my mom was able to be “with us” at the wedding that she so much wanted to enjoy.

Submitted by: lois

Entry #13

Wednesday, August 24th, 2011

I attended the wedding of a neighbor in Israel. When we arrived, there were 2 entrances, men & women. I was separated from my husband and some woman told me to follow her. When I entered the Hall, I didn’t recognize anyone from my neighborhood that was on the bus with me, so I thought they were still walking. I sat down at an empty table and the waitress asked me what I wanted to eat. I was really surprised to see what an exclusive affair it was.  The men were out of sight till I caught a glimpse of some Chasidim and was again suprised since the bride was not chassidish. After I ate and no one else joined my table, I asked the waitress if maybe there was another affair in this same place. That was when I realized we were at the wrong wedding! (I was so glad I didn’t drop the envelope with the check into the box at the door for presents.) When we finally found the correct wedding, our friends wanted to know what took us so long and started to serve me food. I said “No Thanks, I’ve already eaten”. It was really an embarrassing moment that I will not forget.

Submitted by: Miry

Entry #12

Wednesday, August 24th, 2011

 A friend told me that she was invited to a wedding where she knew that she would probably not know anyone except the parents of the choson.  She arrived at the shmorgasbord and looked around for a familiar face, but there was none, which didn’t surprise her.  She didn’t see the choson’s mother, so she assumed that the mothers were at the tisch and would be returning.  In the meantime, she ate some food, and then took some more, since she had no one to talk to and nothing to do while she waited to see her one friend, the choson’s mother.  After an extended period of time in which she ate some more and walked around, they began the music for the badeken.  The choson came in, but the father at his side was not familiar to my friend.  She turned to the woman next to her and asked, This is the wedding of C to K, right?  Oh no, said the woman, it’s the wedding of B and G. It turned out that my friend had gone to a catering hall with a name similar  to the one where her friend’s son was getting married, right at that very moment.

Submitted by: Ateres Who

Entry #11

Wednesday, August 24th, 2011

 I went to a wedding where the chupah was already underway when it came to a complete halt.  Everyone had walked down the aisle, the kallah had walked around seven times with both mothers, and it was time for kiddushin.  We saw the Rabbeim conferring with the choson and with each other.  Still, the chupa did not proceed.  They all conferred some more.  A buzz rose up from the crowd as the guests began to discuss what could possibly be causing a delay in the middle of the ceremony. Within seconds, assorted theories began traveling from one guest to the next. Finally the mesader kedushin addressed the crowd.  He told us that the ring was missing, and that it had been decided that the couple would get married with the choson’s watch. And so they did.  Later in the evening we heard that after the chuppah, the choson found the ring in the lining of his jacket pocket.  Surely this is a couple who will always make time for each other!

Submitted by: Watch Out

Entry #10

Tuesday, August 23rd, 2011

It was the night before my sister’s wedding and we had made a dance for her. We practiced the dance in our gowns when I stepped on my sister’s gown and ripped it!! woooooooopssss!!!

Submitted by: Anonymous (10)

Entry #9

Tuesday, August 23rd, 2011

Friends of mine just made a wedding for their daughter. In addition to the usual “familiar faces” we always meet at simchas, I kept seeing a face that looked like a person I met back in 1987. Turns out the woman is a friend whom I’d last seen some 23 years ago. It really is a small world.

Submitted by: ezehkef