When Wedding Invitations Turn Into a Hilarious Disaster
In DepthMisspellings. Unfortunate acronyms. Unauthorized alterations. Venues that literally ceased to exist. Amazing uses of postage.
The disaster stories you shared in response to this week’s PTQ query on what went wrong when it came to your wedding invitations were varied and hilarious. Let’s get to them. Pass the lamb chops.
We’ll start with this one, from the aptly named EditKitten:
When our wedding invitations arrived, I carefully proofread — which I had actually done when I ordered them, FYI — to make sure everything was kosher. I’m an editor and my husband is a writer, so this isn’t something we fuck around with.
My fiance’s middle name was misspelled. Instead of “Lawrence,” it was “Lawrerence.” Fortunately, I was alone in my apartment, so I had a three-minute freakout, then calmed down and called our coordinator to point out her mistake (confirmed: her error).
Coordinator: Are you sure it’s misspelled? Looks right to me.
Me (calmly but pointedly): I’m marrying him. I’m an editor. I am positive this is wrong.
New, correct invites arrived within a week, so certainly not a “disaster” in the grand scheme of things. But misspelling the groom’s name? Yeah, not gonna let that slide.
This is Gawker’s own Lauren Bertolini who is seriously just this nice. This one goes, I think, beyond a “relatively minor” screw up and into “did you fry the good judgment part of your brain, lady??”