“Cousin’s wedding, my sister and I were two of six bridesmaids. Her BFF since childhood, who was also a good friend of ours since childhood, was the MOH. The day before the wedding, the bride reached out asking if my sis and I can bring a couple of things she forgot. The list included toilet paper and soap for the restrooms, oh and flowers. The flowers. For the tables as centerpieces. The MOH, who btw loves to tell anyone who will listen that she makes six figures, did not contribute.
“We arrive with everything the bride requested, and the MOH put us straight to work. We put up tents, unloaded and set up tables and chairs, with chair covers and, of course, ribbons that had to be tied into perfect bows to the MOH’s exact specifications.
“We then carried bales of hay from a barn about a quarter of a mile away for additional seating that she (MOH) suddenly decided was essential to the wedding. Then set to work putting together centerpieces well into the night. What was she doing? Flirting with the groomsmen who were getting drunk rather than helping set up.
“Wedding day comes, and she gets wasted and high on what one of the groomsmen swore was molly, but actually just put her to sleep — but not before taking all of the credit for our hard work. People were praising the bride for how beautiful everything was, and the MOH would step in and take the credit, even away from the bride.
“The next morning, there we were, taking down all of the tents, chairs, and tables, and cleaning the venue all while the MOH sat very loudly trying to get over her hangover. MOH didn’t understand why we were less than enthused when she asked my sis and I to be in her wedding a few months later.”