The first night of marital bliss isn't always, well, blissful. BRIDES magazine readers share their stories of evening encounters that, while not exactly romantic, were certainly memorable.
"After Ron cut the wedding cake using my family's heirloom knife, he got this funny look on his face. I looked down at the cake and saw red—he'd practically sliced off his finger. We raced to the emergency room with his hand wrapped in a tablecloth. Despite his pain, my husband kept me laughing. Guess you could say we were both in stitches that night." —Katherine, Albany, NY
"We were on our way out of the reception hall when I realized that I'd left the envelope containing all the wedding checks on a table. Jerry and I rushed back inside just as the caterer's crew was sweeping the last of the table garbage into huge black trash bags. We went through all the bags but didn't find the envelope. It was pouring rain, but we went out back to the Dumpsters and spent the next two hours sorting through another dozen bags—in our wedding clothes. Finally, at 3:30 in the morning, we found the envelope. Straight to the ATM." —Francine, Portland, ME
"After our Las Vegas reception, Wayne and I headed back to our suite with a couple of good friends. Sometime around four in the morning, our pals turned on the Jacuzzi and left. Of course, it was too romantic to pass up. Shortly after we got in, though, we were so tired, we passed out. I woke up to find my husband's nose just above the waterline, blowing bubbles as he snored." —Jenni, Long Beach, CA
"We got to the hotel and ordered a midnight snack of champagne, oysters, and devil's food cake. I didn't want to admit it to Joel, but I wasn't feeling great—I'd had too much to drink and was exhausted from the day's excitement. All I really wanted to do was sleep. But I couldn't disappoint him; he was expecting a night to remember, and I was determined to give it to him. I went to the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and sat down on the floor for a minute. Then I fell asleep on the bathroom rug. Joel came in after a while to check on me, found me sprawled out but okay, and proceeded to eat the entire meal by himself." —Diane, Phoenix