•now one thing to note about the bride/lolcow is that she has 2 young children. One from a previous relationship(older) and one from the soon to be husband(younger). This is important.
•the wedding got delayed because the grooms mother "forgot" the older child's dress at her house while still being able to remember the dresses for the children she's the biological grandmother of.
•the bridal party wanted to take photos outside before the storm so that what they do to bide time (the oldest is in her pajamas while her sister, cousin(third flower girl), and everyone else is in their wedding attire. These photos are plastered all over the internet now and for all eternity. Groom and his lackeys are nowhere to be seen so it's just the women.
•storm is starting to roll in, photos get wrapped up, and we all head inside the double wide trailer. It is cramped as there are about 40-50 people
• bride/lolcow is upset at the fact that her MIL still isn't there with the dress for her daughter even though the MIL made a huge deal for weeks about being responsible for the dresses meant for the flower girls.
•lolcow changed all of the girls dresses to the ones that were meant for the reception, mostly because they weren't white and therefore less likely to be stained by said young children (why wasn't this done in the beginning, all of the children could have looked nice for the photos).
•one of the bridesmaids has an "service dog" that I would bet money on is not trained one bit and probably couldn't do the job in the first place because it was the size of a Guinea pig. This poor dog was also repeatedly stepped on throughout this event.
• it was decided to move forward with the wedding. We're nearly an hour delayed, MIL still isn't here, and the groom who is probably close to the size of Chantal might have died on the couch he hasn't moved from since who knows when.
•chair arrangement in a double wide is cramped but doable. The storm begins to pick up
•MIL shows up with the dress, the day is saved by her and her alone! Except the dress -made of white tulle and satin- is ruined beyond repair with dirt, leaves, and twigs and it's most likely torn in places. It honestly looked like she tied it to her car and dragged it behind her as she drove.
•everyone silently judges while our lolcow/bride tells her MIL that the girls are already in there dresses and that the dress she brought can be put away because her daughter isn't wearing it. MIL is so infuriated that she throws the dirty dress on the ground and runs outside to sulk in the upcoming downpour.
•this kind of behavior is apparently very common with MIL. I feel bad for the children
•somehow the groom is still alive and rather than confront his mother, getting the ceremony over with sounds better.
•the ceremony the preacher man directed was quite nice. I was shocked and impressed. It probably would have been better if the groom didn't have to sit in a chair though.
•ceremony is over, reception is underway. The dude who owns the land and trailer this wedding took place on was prepared for the storm and already had his porch prepared so he can still grill even if God is trying to flood the area (the storm was heavy and lasted several hours). I wouldn't be surprised if he was prepared for the zombie apocalypse with how on top of everything he was.
•MIL comes back in soaked. She missed her own son's wedding to sit in the rain and pout but this is somehow everyone else's fault.
She is given towels and even a change of clothes that surprisingly fit (not as fat as her son but still large)
•immediately demands to see "her baby" which ended up being the younger daughter as she shoots daggers at the older child as if she's the cause of everything wrong with the world at large (I feel bad for these kids).
•food gets served and surprisingly there's enough food to go around (last time I went to a wedding that had a bunch of fat people attend I ended up splitting half a breadstick with my cousin because that was what was left).
•small child wanders up to me overstimulated because of the amount of people, scared because he can't find his mom and has probably been almost trampled, and starving. I ended up feeding the poor thing from my plate. Child ended up being the lolcow/bride's nephew. She didn't know where her sister was either but thanked me for taking care of the kid (who was nearly 2) and then wanders off leaving me with the child (wtf).
•high school truly never ends as a majority of the people here that are in my age group bring up bullshit drama where this is neither the time or the place to do so. Also, a lot of talk about dead people. I haven't heard this much talk about the dead even at funerals, wonder if it's a sign. Meanwhile, the groom is back on the couch where he stays for the remainder of my time there. I spend half of the reception wondering if the dude has more than more foot in the grave.
•I meet the mother of the small child I fed, her life is even more of a trainwreck than her sister's and I didn't think that was possible.
•the rain lightens up and I make my escape.