Post # 1
So YES i was THAT GIRL who was late for the wedding. I am always on time and hate being late and hate when people are late. I was so disappointed that time got away from me. So am I the only one? Were you late for your wedding and if so how late were you.
Post # 3
I was a little bit late to my first wedding. But it wasn’t my fault. One of my bridesmaids was being a huge bitch (apparently, my wedding day was all about her). We arrived to the venue late, and therefore did not have time to do wedding party pix before the ceremony.
Eloped the second time. Was just us. Did hair/make-up at the hotel, then he and I got ready (clothes, final touch-ups) at the elopement location. 🙂
Post # 4
I’m the same as you but I was not late for my wedding. We were getting married at 3pm and the wedding planner pointed to the clock when I arrived and said “out of all the brides that have been married here, and we are in to thousands, you are the ONLY one that has arrived bang on time”. I guess you’re not alone in being slightly late to your own wedding and I’m the exception lol.
Post # 5
I will not be late. Anyone in the wedding party who shows up late will no longer be in the wedding, because we won’t be waiting for them.
Our officiants said they’ve only had one wedding (military) that was on time. I told them that mine would be the second, because I don’t mess around.
Post # 6
I was 15 minutes early – oops. Too keen 😉
Post # 7
Just thinking about being late to my wedding makes me nauseous! Being late anywhere ruins my day…goes back to my childhood, when Dad would get us to church at least 30 minutes early…and when I was in marching band in HS, our director’s motto was ‘If you’re 15 minutes early, you’re on time. If you’re on time, you’re late!’ My fiance, however, could care less if we get anywhere on time…so we’ve been late a lot in the past 3 years…plus having a toddler makes it a little harder to get out of the house…but I still push to be early everywhere!
Post # 8
@vorpalette: I’m slightly scared of you
Post # 9
I made my cousin, the bride, late to her own wedding. I was 18 and one of her BMs.
I drove to my grandma’s house on my own as we were going to get photos and no need to drag my family along so early. You’d think I’d remember the way to grandma’s house after going there for 18 years but I did not! I actually never drove it myself (It was 55 miles away).
I got terribly lost, this was back before there were cell phones and I was a bit of a mess trying to find pay phones on sketchy street corners of Southside Chicago to call my dad.