Everyone has at least one story that makes them cringe and maybe even have a hard time falling asleep at night when they remember it.

For the woman from this story, it involves a bachelor party, a motorcycle, a terrible hangover, and a wedding she had really no business attending, according to her own recount.

It started innocently enough when she met a group of bikers while working as a waitress. One thing led to another, and she was invited by this stranger as a plus one to a wedding the next day.

For some reason, she was convinced that this was an incredible opportunity to have a little fun.

The next day, however, reality hit her like a thousand needles.

Keep reading for the full story.

I crashed a biker wedding. I’m wedding shaming myself.

This was probably 10 years years ago.

I was waitressing at a club and this group of young cute bikers came in. Not officially in a club but just young dudes with bikes.

They’re celebrating a bachelor party and “They’re doing it traditional!”

The wedding is the next day.

So dumb haha because they were getting tanked.

They were going back to their warehouse for the after-party and asked me and my friend to join.

It was fun and innocent, just chilling, playing some beer pong. They’re talking about the wedding and half the dudes aren’t even invited.

Then one of them has an idea.

One guy tells me he has a plus one and his date ditched last minute and asked if I wanted to come.

Well drunk 24 year old me was like “This is my chance to crash a wedding! I’ll probably never get another chance, I have to do this.”

They all decide they’re riding their bikes to the wedding and we’re gonna have a grand ol’ time.

Morning comes and I feel like I got hit by a train. I was like “I’m too hungover for this, BUT I must crash this wedding.”

I put on a dress because I’m completely daft to how motorcycles work.

It wasn’t pleasant.

Then dude picks me up on a ******* crotch rocket. I have no idea how this was supposed to impress me, but here we are, there’s no turning back.

I hop on, my dress is flying up in the wind uncontrollably, we get on the interstate and I’m afraid for my life.

It starts raining. I don’t know if you’ve ever been on a bike in the rain but it feels like 1000 needles punching you.

Yup, can confirm. It kept getting worse, though.

Then I realize this wedding is 45 minutes away. I’m sure this was my punishment for wanting to crash in the first place.

We get to the wedding.

It’s in a public park, under a pavilion. There’s a veggie tray and some chips on a table with a keg next to it, and about 25 guests.

I did not blend in.

All the other guys drove their cars because they knew it was gonna rain. I looked like I survived a tornado.

We walk up to the pavilion and I’m the only plus one that doesn’t know anyone.

The bride knew I was from the ***** club and shot me daggers the whole time. I honestly felt really bad.

She regrets her decision.

I thought I’d show up to an actual wedding and be a wallflower.

Nope, front and center.

I’m still so hungover, combined with the hell ride, and I feel like absolute shit for being a blemish on the bride’s big day.

I also didn’t take into account this dude was my only way out of here so I was trapped in the most uncomfortable setting while trying not to lay my head on a picnic table.

Finally it ended and I had to suffer another 45 mins home. So I guess I got what I deserved.

Biker bride, if you’re out there, I’m am so sorry. I’m a jerk haha.

Carpe diem, baby! Or maybe think a little more before making decisions…

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Another valid point.

Yup, all good.

At least she has a funny story to share and learned from it.

The bride probably wasn’t thrilled to see her show up as a guest, especially looking like she survived a tornado.

But she learned her lesson after the hangover, the rain, the forty-five-minute uncomfortable motorcycle ride (that’s a long time in bike time!), and then knowing she would have to take the same ride back.

She and her new friend could’ve been smarter about the whole thing.

Of course, at least she has a funny and pretty wild story to tell.

But this is why I believe “stranger danger” still applies when you’re an adult.