Now, I consider this to be a wedding horror-lite type of wedding horror. I didn't cry, much, but it is on my mind enough to appear in my brain when I think of wedding horrors. I even feel a little silly (okay, a mother fucking crap ton of stupid) submitting, but why not share?
Back story. My now-brother-in-law started dating a girl about a year ago. She shares my first name and I hate that fact. Yes, I am immature, but she's kind of like me in some ways except 1,000 years younger and thinner and cuter. This bugs me to no end, but I keep it inside hoping that she is just a nice girl and I'm the crank. Until my wedding.
She shows up in this teeny-tiny tube dress CUT UP TO THERE, with black spike heels. It was also white. With a pattern, but white. She proceeds to grind on the dance floor with BIL in front of our families. This wasn't even much of dance party wedding. At times, they were the only two out there. If I'd been wearing pearls, I would have clutched them so hard they would turn to dust. My own mother asked me, "Who's the floozy?" Also, after the wedding at our favorite bar, my new husband's friends proceeded to make raunchy comments about her. This is not the way I planned to spend my wedding day--explaining away the antics of some hot young thing with either 1.) no sense to dress herself appropriately or 2.) something to prove.
-Girl Ranting Against Nasty Naughty Youth (because who doesn't love a good acronym?)