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Weddings can be beautiful and moving. They can also be a perfect storm of awfulness. The drinking, the weird relatives and the familial pressure can all translate to boorish open bar behavior, terrible toasts and embarrassing dance-floor action.
Whether your were witness to someone's humiliating speech or did something mortifying yourself, we want to hear about it. We're currently collecting the best wedding horror stories for publication on Racked during our upcoming, annual Weddings Week spectacular. Send an email to boston@racked.com to share your tale and make sure to include your city in the subject line. Anonymity guaranteed; forgiveness, not so much.