Also wanted to note: We were very glad the day of that the initial Bridesmaid or Best Man dresses (gorgeous floor-length chiffon, empire waist dresses with spaghetti straps and a chiffon wrap) did not work out – it was COLD! I was so bummed about not getting those Bridesmaid or Best Man dresses, but that day was 20 degrees cooler than the norm for a Missouri May, and suddenly the Bridesmaid or Best Man dress fiasco was a blessing in disguise. But everyone had long sleeves and much heavier fabric than the original dresses.
The last minute flower girl that I didn’t really want fell asleep half an hour before the wedding and slept straight through it. The flower girl I planned for seemed deeply pleased by this.
I was pressured into throwing a bouquet – but only for the little girls. No embarassment for the recently divorced or mid-fifties bachelorettes, which was my problem with the practice. Thank goodness.
Also, my unreliable brother… was the only Groomsmen to pay for his tux, brought in equipment when the venue turned out not to have the promised cables, jumped in to help with the sound when SIL wasn’t around… And just generally saved the day!
The officiant worked in loads of Princess Bride references, and he read my story of how we became “we” almost verbatim (not my intent, but many people said how much they enjoyed it). Despite working in EVERY bible passage relating to marriage, and the movie references (he also managed to get a Star Wars one in, I think), he managed to keep it short.
The one relative we didn’t WANT to invite but still came… couldn’t come to the reception – so no off-color/racist jokes flitting around (I think it was the number of non-white people that sent her on her way.)
My grandpa who has severe Alzheimer’s made it through the evening without stripping or inappropriate urination. Moreover, he danced with me. True, he asked if I’d been to Pearl Harbor before it got bombed (he’s obsessed with WWII), but he danced and sang and acted like a normal, if temporaly misplaced, adult.
I did kind of regret not getting any whole family photos. I did regret not being next to my husband between the ceremony and reception – that was my biggest frustration. And if that’s the worst thing that happens on my wedding week? AWESOME!
I didn’t regret being one candle short for the decorations. I didn’t regret that no one remembered to light the candles until the venue was half-full. I didn’t regret my aunt changing the playlist (fortunately, the songs that shocked me by coming on were just overly religious, not “American Wedding” or any of the numerous songs with the f bomb.) I didn’t regret turning down the music for toasts before we checked if our glasses were full. I REALLY didn’t regret throwing the bouquet into the overhead beam and then having to re-throw it (his cousin’s daughter sweetly picked it up and handed it back to me.) Those things were tiny, and spaced out just enough to ensure I remembered the whole evening.
Afterwards, we went to the hotel room my mom got us – a room with a two-person jacuzzi. We took a bath and shared a bottle of the champagne his mom provided. Thus we had a microcosm of a honeymoon – yay! (Between paying for 5 other people’s tickets, my gym not freezing payments EVER, and his car breaking down, we can’t afford one at the moment. So we were REALLY thankful for at least one perfect evening alone.)
It was basically a perfect day.