So the last post was a summary of the oh-my-lovely-wedding version of the big day, but here are some of the unfortunate happenings, from no-big-deal to total breakdown:
Last minute details:
I made these wedding programs the day before we left for Asheville. Other last minute details: right before rehearsal dinner I went to Michael's craft store to buy a garter, a flower girl basket, and our cake topper. We didn't get our marriage license until the day before the wedding either.
We were supposed to have rhino cake toppers instead of the "S" but our order got lost. The lady shipped them to me anyways (and gave me a refund) but they didn't get here until February. But I really liked the big S and it was only about $7!
What I hated the most:
The church we got married in allows anyone of any religion to get married there. They have one rule only: you can't remove religious symbols. Apparently, the gigantic fake Christmas tree counts as a religious symbol. And apparently "remove" means you can't even scoot it over to the side. I love Christmas lights and real Christmas trees, but I didn't want a 15-foot fake tree in every single one of my New Year's Eve wedding pictures!
Wardrobe problems:
To make my dress fit my short self, they had to cut the metal ribbing in half and trim it. They didn't solder it back together, so it was digging into my ribs all night long. My skin was actually bleeding by the end of the night. I still have little scars on my skin!
I was so excited and honored to wear this gorgeous brussels lace veil that belongs to Dave's side of the family. We noticed right before pictures that the comb we had it attached to was way WAY too small. Instead of spreading out beautifully like in this picture, it looked like a skinny line of tulle going straight down my back. I yelled "Call Maryann!" and my awesome aunt picked us up some hair clips. Katie and Rachel played around with it just seconds before we walked down the aisle. I was afraid the whole thing was going to fall off!
The Reception (Apparently this is where my attitude changed from laid-back-troubleshooting mode to I-WILL-F***ING-KILL-YOU mode)
Our Big Entrance:
We decided not to do our first dance immediately as we entered the reception. This is because I thought it was dumb for us to dance, then stop dancing and invite everyone to eat, then have everyone dance later. So what was going to happen when we entered? I spent forever trying to figure out how to make it flow, and we all decided that dinner would be served at that point. It turned out that the hors d'oeuvres weren't right or there weren't enough or something, so dinner had already been served when we showed up. My initial overreaction towards anyone involved was "TRAITORS!" I knew everyone was expecting us to dance and we would instead just be standing there awkwardly. That's pretty much what happened...
We never talked about how we were going to do the garter toss, and I got really upset when Dave started jumping around. I was saying "stop it!" in this picture. I felt completely objectified and cheap :(
We also never planned who was going to drive our car away... so we had our big exit, got in the car, and then... oh... no one is in the driver's seat. Katie was trying to get her things out of the back, no one was coming to drive us, and all the guests were standing there waving goodbye. I starting BAWLING uncontrollably. Dave yelled at Katie to go get dad, and he finally came over to drive us away.
Afterwards:
Happily ever after? No, it just got worse. The hotel had cancelled our room since Dave had 2 hotel rooms under his name (supposedly they thought it was a mistaken double-booking). I also had no idea where my after-party dress was (I wasn't planning on wearing my silk ballgown dress in a bar for new year's eve). I had no clothes to change into, and remember my skin was bleeding from my dress. Dave was off trying to find our Jamaica bag, which was also nowhere to be found, while I was trying to get in touch with my parents to find out where my glasses were. We weren't even together when the clock struck 12:00!
But besides us not getting to the after party (which was apparently yucky anyways), everything came together eventually. We found our Jamaica bag, and my mom had already gathered all our things from the church, including my glasses. We were on our flight to Jamaica the next morning and were glad to finally relax (if it weren't for the jellyfish stings and 24-hour DJing)
