- 9 years ago
- Wedding: August 2012
When I got my manicure the day before I asked the salon to put on too many coats and it didn’t dry properly – I took a huge chunk out almost right away and ended up taking it off and just doing it myself at about midnight.
I couldn’t sleep and was having warm milk and cinnamon at 3 am to try and calm myself down. Maybe I slept an hour or two.
I forgot the vintage hankerchief my Mother-In-Law gave me.
I was so nervous on the way from the hairdressers to the hotel that I had to make the car pull over so I could dry heave into a country ditch. Hair all made up and everything. Then we got stuck behind construction, and then a train crossing.
I arrived at our venue on time but was late starting the ceremony because no one told me what time it was. Everyone sweat outside for 20 extra minutes.
My bouquet was wrong. It had crespedia mums, which are like a masculine little ball type flower which matched my groom’s boutenierre, but the florist raised them too high in my bouquet over top of the other larger mums so to me it looked like my bouquet was diseased or like science molecules.
A bug flew into my veil during our ceremony, and I didn’t know, but my husband spent the whole time trying to decide if he should get it or leave it, because he didn’t want it flying into my face all of a sudden.
Some of our guests couldn’t see because people had brought big umbrellas for shade.
Once I got sweaty, my cutlet inserts and strapless bra started to shift and slide down.
The cake was decorated totally wrong. I asked for black scrolls with yellow tips. They gave me white on white scrolls with black tips (in sort of dashes). It looked like our beautiful cake was covered in pubic hair.
They didn’t dim the lights for our first dance.
Someone threw up in the bushes at the front doors of the venue.
The crowd was really silent during speeches, barely a reaction. Crickets.
My 8 year old nephew crawled all over the floor all night and kept popping up randomly under people’s tables.
My dress got destroyed – spilled on (mostly by me), ripped, stepped on, the bustle broke, the bottom was black by the end of the night.
I didn’t get to mingle with people as much as I wanted to.
I had given our venue a chart for the kitchen indicating where specific allergies or dietary restrictions were sitting. They didn’t use it at all and our guests had to keep sending things back.
A couple signed our guest frame (signing mat) twice and another family signed it 3 times.
We printed our programs twice because of a spelling error, and we got almost the entire stack of them back.
A few guests didn’t give us a card or a gift at all. (Including 3 of our own wedding party.)
Still…best day of my life. 🙂 The list of things that went right would be way longer.