The 3pm wedding that started at 6.30pm and somehow got worse from there. I will never forget it.

So, my then-boyfriend, now husband, was invited to a wedding and the bride insisted the entire bridal party arrived sharp at 10.30 a.m.

Even though the ceremony was scheduled for 3pm. He shows up, parks and cricket.

He literally sat in his car until noon when the bridal party slowly started showing up.

The groom, his brother, didn't get there until almost 1pm, and he was already drunk.

The bride was late too because of hair and makeup delays.

I got there at around 2.30pm and immediately ran into chaos with the seating chart.

It was a mess. I and several other people kept getting moved around because we were at the wrong tables.

The dress code? Non-existent. People wore tuxes, crop tops, ripped jeans, Jord's flip-flops, white dresses, white suits, leggings, club dresses and mini-skirts.

Someone next to me whispered they couldn't tell if we were at a wedding, a nightclub, a barbecue or a funeral, and honestly, same.

I'm sorry, but out of all of those, flip-flops at a wedding.

That is unreal.

I mean, unless you're at the beach, but even still.

By 3.30pm, my boyfriend comes out like, everything's behind schedule.

You don't say, lull.

The wedding didn't actually start until 6.30pm and I honestly think it only

happened then because apparently the pastor was threatening to leave. Let me remind you, the original

start time was 3pm. There were zero announcements about the delays or when things would start.

I only knew anything because my boyfriend was texting me.

People were sprinting back in from the lobby while the bridal party was already walking down the aisle.

Since they used the reception hall as the ceremony space, we were already at our dinner tables.

And the room was huge, so no one passed the first few tables could hear a thing. There were no microphones,

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