- 2 years ago
Here ends my saga of woe in dealing with the Catholic church! The deacon was over 2 hours late.
TWO HOURS LATE.
Also my manicure chipped, my prayer reader lost the prayers, my ride took a wrong exit on the highway causing a 40 minute detour, zero time for me to get ready (literally, I was shoved into the dress with no time to bustle the skirt, we carried the train and jumped in the car), forgot my bouquet at home but I didn’t realize this until later, and we arrived at the church.
The totally empty church.
We sit and wait. Or pace and wait.
We killed some time by taking pictures indoors. We weren’t supposed to take pictures inside (it’s Lent), but fuck it. Our friends took some photos of us, and Groom resumed angry pacing. Groom stepped on my train and ripped my skirt.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? AN ENTIRE CHURCH TO PACE IN, AND YOU PACED ON MY VERY EXPENSIVE WEDDING DRESS!?
My remaining chill was gone. I was now royally pissed off.
Then I realized I forgot my flowers, and Groom went home to get them.
He returned in triumph with my flowers, and we take some more pictures, this time with my bouquet.
Finally the deacon arrives! “So sorry for the mix up, et cet.”
He called me by the wrong name during the vow portion of the ceremony. (The name he called me is not even remotely close to my name.)
We were married!
I felt, and continue to feel, very marvelous.
By the time we finished with the ceremony, the sun was gone and a snow squall has started. We had planned for some outdoor pictures, which we would have had lots of time and plenty of sunlight for, if the wedding took place as scheduled. It was COLD. But that didn’t happen, so we wrapped up outdoor photos very fast, and went home for food and cake. Forgot to open the champagne.
Everything was late since the church was late, and MY HUSBAND and I were late to our romantic dinner that evening.
We called our families the next day, told them the news, and sent some pictures.
On the bright side, the jeweller pulled through and delivered our wedding bands the night before the wedding. YAY!
Being married is really nice.
I feel very happy.