- 7 years ago
- Wedding: September 2011
I’m about to walk down the aisle with my dad when I realize I’m not holding my bouquet, I’m just holding a green floral wire. Just one. So I run back to find my bouquet, except I forgot to tie it together, so it’s just a bunch of homemade paper flowers on wires that are slipping around. Great.
We have an especially verbose priest (now this is actually true in real life) and the ceremony runs super late. The readings are finally finished but it’s now 5:30pm, time for our reception to begin. For some reason my fiance and I were doing one of the readings. We finish and start looking for our seats. (Yeah, I don’t know why we have seats.)
There’s no room. The church is full of people I don’t recognize. He squeezes in by one family in the second row. I try to sit next to my uncle in the next row, but he refuses to move over, so I’m hanging off the edge of the pew.
Next thing I know, the priest has said a concluding prayer and everyone’s leaving, except there were no vows. NO VOWS! WE’RE NOT MARRIED! So I run to find the priest but my fiance is not really paying attention. I try to grab his attention so we can talk to the priest before he goes away to change. The priest disappears.
I ask my fiance what we should do. Should we get the priest to just say our vows right now? What can we do to fix this right now? The whole time I’m trying so hard not to have a Bridezilla moment, because nice brides just go with the flow, right?
He shakes his head and says no. No? You don’t want to get married?
“No,” he says, “I need to rejoin my life.”
And then I woke up.
So I told my fiance about this nightmare, and he just shook his head and said I’m crazy, but he’ll marry me anyway.
For sure I’m taking one lesson from this nightmare, and scheduling an hour for the ceremony instead of 45 minutes. Our priest really does talk a lot. The last Sunday mass we had with him lasted almost an hour and a half, and it was NOT the Easter vigil.