Bucket List: Wedding Crashing

I realized I skipped over a very blog-worthy event in my life: my first (and most likely only) crashed weddings.

It was a chilly October night on Long Island. I was visiting the fam for the weekend, and after a fancy meal at the local diner with Dad, T-Diddy and Carissa, we decided to drive down by the water. Carissa and I were in the back seat trying to decide what to do for the rest of the night, when we caught a glimpse of the bright lights from the catering hall where our senior proms were held. Low and behold, there was a wedding just beginning. We saw the bride and groom outside on the deck taking their photos.

“Let’s crash that wedding!” I suggested. Now, this was definitely not the first time the suggestion had been made while driving past this same location. Sister-in-law, Britt was usually the one to come up with the plan, but each time the plan got nixed for one reason or another (“one reason”= my brother, “or another”=Tyler).

Carissa says, “Ok, I have two black dresses for us at home- and an extra pair of shoes for you.”

T-Diddy say: “Perfect timing! They are probably just starting cocktail hour, so you have plenty of time to get ready and come back.”

Dad says: “Don’t call me when you get arrested.”

I say: “Dad, you can’t get arrested for crashing a wedding.”

Dad says: “Courtney, should I remind you of the time you got arrested for crashing a party down the shore?”

I say: “Okay, then we’ll call mom.”

And that settles it. Into our black dresses we go. Hair did, a little extra makeup for the special occasion, and off we go with T-Diddy as our chauffeur.

We started out with cocktail hour at wedding #1. Let me tell you, it’s easier said than done to pass off as a guest at a wedding where you don’t know anyone. At first we hung out by the bar, chatting with the bartender, getting the scoop on the timeline for the night. He informed us there was another wedding upstairs that was probably just sitting down for dinner. Perfect. By the time wedding #1 moved into the reception room to eat, wedding #2 would be up and dancing. After realizing we looked pretty shady standing by ourselves sipping a drink, we decided to mingle by sitting down at a table with some 20-something guys and introducing ourselves. Ummm… OF COURSE the first question is “who do you girls know here?”

“Ohhh…. we’re family friends of the bride.” (not good enough) “…Our dad worked with the bride’s dad, so we’re family friends but we don’t really know anyone here besides each other…” (still questionable, but was good enough to move onto the next topic of conversation). Then a man in a tux comes over to talk to us. Ohhh nooo…. is this the groom?? Is this the bride’s brother??? …. Just smile and say hello. It was the best man. Should we know him? Probably. Just smile it up. Guido #1 asks what table we are sitting at. “Table 12… right Cariss?” “Yes, table 12.” …Smooth.

Now it was time to move on into the reception room for introductions and dinner. Guido #1 and Guido #2 offer to usher us to our table, but we say we’re going to use the ladies room first. We hang behind by the bar until everyone leaves, then ask for another drink. The bartender says its closed, but we can get a drink when we get to the other room. Awww…sad faces… “Are you suurreeee?” The manager comes over to ask us what the problem is. When the bartender told him, he demanded, “Give these ladies a drink already!” Thank you, Jose.

We took our drink to the ladies room and made ourselves at home. We still had a bit before wedding #2 started the party up. We mingled with a few guests coming in and out. The mother of the groom told us we looked so nice. We of course told her she looked gorgeous, as always. I stood sideways in the mirror and said “Woah… my butt looks HUGE in this dress.” Carissa looked over and said “Yeah, I was gonna tell you that at home, but I didn’t want to wait while you found another dress to change into.” She got a couple of dagger looks from other guests. Then continued, “But your butt just looks so big because it’s a tight dress…and you can see the whole thing…and your butt IS big.” More dirty looks.

As the night went on, we got the hang of it. We danced with the kids’ table, made friends with the guy with the tattoos, easily switched between the upstairs and downstairs weddings, and of course took a picture with the band. At one point we were standing near the bar at wedding #1 talking with a bunch of guys… telling our story about who we knew… And wouldn’t ya know it? They accused us of being wedding crashers!!! “WHAT?! Noooo….”

“Come on, you can tell us. Honestly…. we won’t care…. actually it would be pretty awesome.”

“Ok fine, we crashed.”

At first, it was disbelief, then, admiration. One of the guys in the group was the bride’s dateless brother. Not dateless no more! Family couples dance!! My ballroom dance class in college really paid off. We tore up the dance floor, swinging and twirling, hamming it up for the videographer… Carissa took a stab at it, but elbowed her partner in the face. Fail.

After a while, the bride’s sister was somehow tipped off…. she came up to us while we were standing around and said she knew we weren’t supposed to be there and the bride wanted us to leave. I turned to Carissa and said “GO! GO! GO!”

We sat in the lobby, defeated. What an embarrassment. With only 20 minutes left of the wedding…. The manager saw us sitting there and asked what was wrong. We told him we got caught crashing. Sad faces. Awww poor us. He went to the back and brought us out a couple of drinks. Then told us the upstairs wedding was still in session. ❤ Jose.

We ended the night at wedding #2, accompanied by our friends from wedding #1, since they said it got boring after we got kicked out. We took a picture with the bride, and thanked her so very much for having us. She said it was a pleasure. (NO IDEA…)

We went in unprepared. Our success rate was 50%. Improvements could surely be made for the future, but all-in-all it was a fabulous experience.

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8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Emma
    Nov 16, 2011 @ 19:19:41

    Thank God for “one reason or another”!!! They’re good for some things…some times! xoxo

    Reply

  2. Mom
    Nov 16, 2011 @ 20:55:49

    You left out the best picture…the one of you girls with the bride, after you thanked her for having you.

    Reply

  3. Dad
    Nov 16, 2011 @ 22:39:19

    “chutzpah” may be too polite to describe your behavior!

    Reply

  4. Christy
    Nov 16, 2011 @ 23:31:27

    this honestly is one of the funniest things i have read in a while, i love it! Im sharing it on my page. you are an inspiration to many ❤

    Reply

  5. Michele
    Nov 17, 2011 @ 00:39:33

    I miss you!! This is amazing!!

    Reply

  6. christinecaltabiano
    Nov 17, 2011 @ 08:54:39

    You’re completely insane. This is incredible and I’m so proud of you!

    Reply

  7. Janet Stu
    Nov 17, 2011 @ 18:02:00

    Jose is the man and you alone are fun, but the combination of you and Carissa sound off the hook lol – this made me smile!

    Reply

  8. Mom
    Aug 21, 2014 @ 18:38:27

    Enjoyed this again!

    Reply

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