Groom Has A Social Disorder | The Five Most Awkward Weddings We’ve Ever DJ’d
We are nearing the end of our most Awkward Weddings We’ve Ever DJ’d series. How did we come up with this series?
After almost 20 years in the wedding DJ business, we can tell you that weddings, in and of themselves, make for great stories. With the exception of a few minor glitches, most turn out as planned, but in some rare cases, the “glitches” can be a bit more….well…interesting. As a matter of fact, some can be downright awkward.
Obviously, the awkward ones make the most interesting stories. We have whittled it down to the top 5 most awkward weddings we have ever DJ’d (as told by our entertainers themselves) and are posting them for your reading pleasure.
NOTE: To protect the innocent, we’ve purposefully left out names but beyond that, I assure you that none of this has been embellished. If you’re in the industry, I’m sure you will sympathize with us. If you’re a soon to be bride or groom or a general reader, this may have you shaking your head.
Truth: The ONLY bit of information I had received about the groom from this story was that he “had some sort of a social disorder.” Now I’m not a glass half empty type of guy by any stretch of the imagination, but if all the adjectives and descriptive phrases in the English language were subconsciously sorted through and the only one that seemed appropriate to mention was, “he has some sort of social disorder”… let’s just say I was anticipating the ceremony with bated breath.
For the sake of time and your comfort while reading this, I’ll say, after doing this ceremony and actually getting to know everybody involved…if I had to describe the groom to somebody else, I would probably say, “He has some sort of social disorder.” I could talk about the 2 minutes that the groom literally held up his mother on the dance floor for the mother/son dance… but I think I’ll share the following instead:
The reception had been over for about an hour, and I had filled the elevator with my DJ gear and was ready to descend the 14 floors to my car. On the 2nd floor, the elevator came to a halt. The doors open to a confused and glossy faced groom who stood in front of me mildly disheveled. He was panting lightly. I searched for congratulatory words for his recent life event AND something that would comfort whatever might have furrowed his brow…the only words I could muster were, “Uhhhh, hey man!” Is this the 12th floor?” he blurted. “No, man… this is the 2nd floor.” {Awkward pause}. “OK,” he said and ran down the hall in what I could best describe as a glorious, bowlegged scamper.
The next night (after the wedding) I get a call from the wedding coordinator. Apparently, the groom was a little late for his “after wedding celebration” with his wife… and by a little late I mean HE NEVER SHOWED UP to the room! The dude actually fell asleep in the hotel lobby on a couch.
I tend to be a minimalist when it comes to relationships, but I feel that the wedding night is relatively important. If you get confused with elevators (we all do), reserve a room in a one floor hotel. If you get lost easily (some of us do), buy a sourdough bread bowl and “Hansel and Gretel” your way back there. Just make sure your biggest take away from your wedding isn’t a bran muffin from the continental breakfast. P.S. We found out that the wedding was annulled after only 5 days.