- 5 years ago
You know when annoying people tell you, “Don’t stress about that, it won’t matter to you in the end!” or something similar? Yeah, well, they’re right. I planned my wedding to the T. For a year or more, I listened to music and debated on playlists, processionals, sand ceremony songs, etc. I did DIY projects. I stayed up all night. I baked, I hot-glued, I made spreadsheets. I cried, I screamed, I wanted to run away sometimes. Yet, on the actual wedding day, my worst fear still came true: NOTHING went as planned, despite all of the hard work and stress. If I could go back in time knowing what I know now, I wouldn’t have put myself through half the trouble I did. I know this might sound a little scary to those who haven’t had your weddings yet. But it IS true. Nothing else matters but the end goal. The marriage. Here is my official recap:
Friday morning, I woke up. FMIL and FFIL were on the phone with FI’s grandparents who were lost and had no idea where they were (wedding was 4 hours from home). FBIL had to go and drive around for hours to find them. In the meantime, I made my own bacon. On the morning of my wedding, I was slaving over a hot stove, getting popped with grease. By the time we got to the reception site to decorate, I was at the end of my rope. The A/C was broken. So, we had to set up for the wedding in a 90-degree room. The people who came to help FMIL and I ended up leaving a little early. We were alone, hot, frustrated, and time was running out. When we left, some things were not done and the music situation was not figured out (we didn’t hire a DJ, so we needed to hook up my laptop to a speaker system). I called FI and completely flipped out on him for not having stayed to help. I told him he didn’t care about the wedding, and that is when FMIL completely flipped out on me. We’ve never had any sort of disagreement before then. It hurt my feelings so badly that I spent the next hour sobbing my eyes out. She apologized and stuff, but things are definitely no longer the same between us. The entire first half of my wedding day was just horrible.
I went to my hotel to get ready after I’d cried every tear possible, and that’s when I started to cheer up/get excited. My hair dresser is a lot of fun and my BMs (two of them, anyway) were good to have around. That is the exact moment when it happened to me. That “I don’t care about anything, as long as I get married” attitude. Everything was falling apart and I was as cool as a cucumber. It DOES come. Maybe after you’ve completely broken down, but it will come, and it is the most peaceful feeling you’ll ever know. When my photographer arrived, I was naked with Nair on my legs. We were 45 mins late starting pictures because all of the guys were outside (including the groom), setting up for our wedding… if you can imagine a groom setting up his own wedding. My wedding shoes were too small, so I had to walk around taking pictures with sand scraping my ankles. Another wedding party was rehearsing their wedding right in the middle of the setup for mine. FI had forgotten to gel his hair down, so it was sticking up in our pro-pics. Most of his family arrived early and were helping set our wedding up! I was so embarrassed our guests were tying chair sashes and tulle onto stuff!
After pics we went up to the hotel room and realized it was four minutes past start time, so we rushed down to start. My dad didn’t have his boutonneire. A lot of my family was late, so my cousin’s husband actually entered with our bridal party. So, I’m sure those pictures are going to be interesting when I get them back. My handsome GMs and my cousin’s khaki-clad husband strutting along behind them. Somehow there weren’t enough seats, so people were standing. I tripped over my dress. We had a boombox outside that no one could even hear, because the aforementioned wedding party was having a rehearsal dinner next door and their DJ was blasting my most hated song in the world. I walked down the aisle to the song I hate most, but I didn’t realize it at the time. The only thing I could see or hear was FI, our minster, and the waves. Someone told me about the hated song the next morning. During the sand ceremony, I couldn’t find the roses because someone put them on a table behind my GMs, so I had to look around like an idiot and yell, “Where’s the roses?!” When we handed FMIL her rose, I knocked over a plant with my dress. The wedding was quick, thank God. But, my sister’s bf, who was in charge of music, completely screwed up the recessional. He played the song for a total of five seconds and turned it off. Not that anyone could notice with the big party going on next door.
We got to the reception and someone had forgotten to bring my laptop in, so we made our grand entrance with no music and could not start our dance right away. It was so awkward. DH and I went outside to take some pro pics and I came back in and had to start my own music! One of the guys at the restuarant had it plugged in to the wrong thing, so all of our formal dances (first dance, father/daughter, mother/son) sounded like the singers were drowning. I ended up having to fix it myself. I also controlled the music the entire time by running back and forth to the laptop to change playlists. Hire a DJ, or designate someone to handle things MONTHS in advance if you’re doing CD’s/iPod.
No one could figure out my bustle, so dancing with my dad and FI, I had to kick my cathedral train out from under us the entire time. The batteries for the lights on DH and my table were in my purse, so they never got turned on. FSIL (who is in a relationship with my cousin) threw an all-out fit in between the wedding and reception. She didn’t want to come because she didn’t want to sit at the same table with FBIL’s wife, and because she thought my cousin was going to flirt with other women. Yeah, real psycho. She ended up making my cousin leave before food was served and neither one said goodbye to us. FSIL was a BM, too, but she didn’t say goodbye to me or thank you for her gifts. I am still pissed about that.
Soda was supposed to be included in the buffet package, but it wasn’t. The only drink options were tea and water and the tea wasn’t all that great. When I saw my guests buying Pepsi, I did have a mini-freak out because I was embarrassed.
The good things were: It did not rain, not even a tiny drop. The wedding was sunny as could be! The food was awesome. The cake was so gorgeous and delicious, I was so impressed because I just ordered it two weeks ago. My dessert buffet was a major hit. The homemade cupcakes and icing I made were beautiful and fantastic. There was so much extra food, despite some people bringing unexpected guests. The photographer was reliable and sweet. Most importantly: Everyone had an awesome time! Everyone keeps saying it was the most beautiful wedding they’d ever been to, and that’s really the most important thing, besides the fact that we’re now married.