The worst part of the wedding for me was the entire day before, if that counts. I live in Mississippi, and I woke up to literal freaking snow. And it rained a nasty, cold, piercing rain the rest of the day. I can deal with the cold (from MN originally), but it made the roads horrid.
Also, we were moving into a refurbished house on the wedding night, so the day before they were just installing the stove and fridge, the heat was not on at all, the house was filthy… I was petrified that we were going to show up on the wedding night and have to scramble for a hotel room because the house was unlivable.
There were numerous other screw-ups and mishaps during the day, so my DH was extremely cranky, and I was weepy by the time it was nearing the actual rehearsal dinner. I was running a little late because I had to just go home and cry for a few minutes because I was so stressed, and then while I’m trying to calm down, my now-SIL calls me demanding to know where I am, because she is at the church and it’s locked. Nevermind that her brother (my DH) has the key.
There was another run in with her later that evening, because our photographer had suggested that we designate a relative to be his helper to corral people, since he doesn’t know any of them, and DH and I had talked and decided she would be a good choice (she’s very bossy and has a loud voice, perfect for corralling people). I thought DH had asked her about it, so when at the rehearsal the photog asks me who is the helper, I point over to her and say, "[SIL’s name]." She looks very confused, so I (not thinking) say, "Oh, we thought you could help out our photographer.. blah blah blah…" I don’t even know how to put what she said into type.. loud voice, horrified, angry expression, injecting the word "What?!" with all of this venom and outrage. It was almost like a movie — the room went silent just as she said it, and then everyone just started nervously laughing to try to cover it up as she starts yelling at me about how I need to ask her to do things, not just tell her. I guess DH talked to her about it later, saying it was his fault and she had no right to chew me out about it, but a month later it still really hurts.
Thankfully, like in theater, a horrible rehearsal turned out a beautiful wedding, and I don’t even know if she was still cranky at that point because I didn’t care. 🙂