I got married 13 hours (by car) away from my family, in my wife's hometown.
I mentioned before (I think) that weddings are not a big deal in my family. Most of the time, we just go to the JP. The most recent wedding among my siblings, no one was even told until a couple of months later ("Oh, yeah, we got married a while back..."), and that's happened more than once.
MrsT's family are much more...normal...where weddings are concerned. Nothing over-the-top, but a couple of hundred guests, a church, a hall for the reception, the standard stuff.
Because of the distance, only my folks and my brother Lee (as my best man) attended from my side.
The plan, for months, was that Lee and my folks would drive up together. It just made sense. Lee was single at the time, 33yo. My dad was 50yo. Dad ended up having foot surgery, and couldn't drive anyway, so that worked out...
...except that three days before they were scheduled to leave, my brother backed out and said he was driving himself.
Why? Because he'd just taken up with an 18yo hottie who said if they went up on their own, she'd, um, make it worth his while with a whole lot of...personal attention, if you get my meaning.
Sorry, Dad! Sorry, Tasty!
So the Monday before my wedding, my mom called to say they weren't coming.
Frankly, I wasn't surprised, because again, weddings have very little priority in my family. I was kind of surprised they'd agreed to come in the first place.
I told MrsT, though, and she had a problem with it: "My family will really take this badly if your mom and dad can't even bother to show up for our wedding. It'll be pretty offensive to them, and me. You better talk to Lee and get it straightened out!"
Lee wouldn't budge, because he's always been ruled by his rooster. Always.
Mom eventually agreed to drive (she hates driving), and Dad did do a little driving, so it was all back on.
That was the first thing he did to screw up our wedding.
The day they were due to arrive was a Thursday. Tuxes for the groomsmen had all been measured for except for Lee, and the tux shop agreed to a last-minute fitting for him Thursday afternoon, no later than 3PM. The shop closed at 5PM. We were to be married Saturday morning.
My folks arrived to the hotel just after noon. Lee said he'd be there around the same time.
1PM...no Lee. 2PM...no Lee...3PM...no Lee.
We kept checking with the front desk, and they finally told us he'd checked in, sometime between 3:30PM-4PM. They wouldn't give out his room number, but they called the room for us a few times, no answer.
I explained what was going on, and the receptionist finally slipped me the room number. Up I went, ready to kick his rear end for all the drama he was causing.
Room door was half open, so I knocked and went in, asking what the
was he thinking, dragging all this out and not letting us know the moment he arrived, when I made it past the bathroom area and into the bedroom part and there they were, upside down and inside out with each other, going at it like rabid hyenas.
Well.
I really started yelling then, and had him backed up against the window, bare butt and all, and of course, Mom and Dad had followed me up and Mom had all but fainted at the sight and ran from the room crying.
I told him he had five minutes to get dressed and get his azz down to the car to go for his fitting, because it was less than an hour before they closed and it would be too late.
He started to argue that he didn't need a fitting, he was sure everything would fit, but by then our dad showed up and told him he to shut up and get dressed and do as he was told, and he did.
The tux place wasn't happy with him at all, but they did a quick fitting and got everything ready in time for Saturday, but for the rest of the day, all he complained about was "being sticky" during his fitting - well, whose fault was that?
That's the second thing he did to royally screw up our wedding. More to follow later.