- 5 years ago
- Wedding: October 2012
I’ve been honeymooning for the past week, so I’ve been MIA. But here is a small recap/few guest pictures from our wedding!
Woke up to find out that the main route to my house was shut down due to an accident with fatalities, so hair/make up/flowers/photographer were all late. No big. I COULD be the deceased person, and it would be terrible to think my wedding is more important than that, so minor, insignificant set back.
Everyone eventually shows up, hair and makeup make all my BMs look lovely. It’s time to put on the dress and leave soon! I wanted to surprise my bridesmaids with my dress, so my mom and I rush to my bedroom with my mom to put it on shoes. As I bend, my chest suddenly is set free from the bodice of the dress. I broke the dress by bending over. *Deep breath* One of my BMs is luckily a skilled seamstress, so she was able to fix me in about 20 minutes. This made us more late. But my feathers still weren’t ruffled, even after I couldn’t find my keys to lock the house. It’s my wedding day, I thought, and nothing is gonna bring me down!
Well, then the limo bus driver arrived, and things really went downhill. He was a few minutes late, no big deal. He assured us that he knew exactly where the church was; his son went to the school attached to the church, so no GPS was needed. Famous last words. I was riding with my dad in a ’55 Chevy, and no one on the limo bus had their phone on. So I watched helplessly as the limo bus went into the WRONG PART of the city. All we could do was follow them to try to flag them down. I watched in horror as they went the wrong way down a one way for two city blocks. Eventually he turned around and went the right way, but only after we took a 35 minute detour. Everyone finally got to the church ten minutes before the ceremony start time, completely botching the plan to take bridal party and first look pictures in the park across the street.
I was pretty easy going this whole time, but doing a first look was really, really important to me. So I still wanted to make it happen. In the frantic 10 minutes before the ceremony, DH (Aww) came running into the park, and we shared a rushed first look as everyone across the street at the church is yelling at us to hurry up and screaming that we don’t have time for this. Not exactly the touching, forever memory I had invisioned, but hey, we’re running the show. The ceremony can wait for us.
So I’m a bit flustered, but I’ve still got it together. It’s almost time to walk down the aisle! For all this rush rush rush, it’s now hurry up and wait. My dad and I wait for a solid 15 minutes, which I find odd, but when the church doors open, I’m all smiles. This is what it’s all about! None of the previous things matter, I’m marrying my sweetheart! Well, I get up to the altar, and the priest shoots me a look, then tells me “How do you expect any readers to read?” I’m taken aback. I printed their readings for the rehearsal, but how silly of me to assume that a Catholic Church would have a Bible on the Lectern. He just looks at me, as we’re on the altar, and says “There is no Bible in this church. The readers do not have print outs. Why did you not prepare this?” The straw that broke the camels back. I start crying, on the altar, and not happy tears. Truthfully, the priest is a long time family friend, and he typically gives me a hard time and had no idea what I was going through earlier. So two of my readers read from their cell phones and kind of botched the endings of the readings. So classic.
For all of the insanity that happened up until that point, the reception was ab fab. I won’t bore you with details, but here are some picutres!
and going away dress!