i was married.
to the most absolutely perfect man.
i want to keep track of that
i was celebrating at our wedding reception. i had married the man of my dreams in the morning.
we were eating. laughing. smiling. goofing off in the photobooth. hoola hooping. visiting with family and friends. and just enjoying our union as husband and wife.
it is the morning of.
at 5am, i wake. well before my alarm, but my body woke me anyway. time to go. it’s my wedding day.
shower. blow-dry. out the door. headed to rite-aid.
deodorant, oj, a few other essentials, and i am back at the hotel room to finish up the other loose ends.
cocktail hour centerpieces. my shoes and clothes.
and the “love talk”.
at 7:30am my hairdresser calls to confirm the room number. she tells me that is not where i am staying, while i insist i am. she realizes she’s at the marriott [we're at the courtyard marriott] and apologizes to the man she awoke at 7am for the name of beauty and comes to my room with the make-up artist.
jenni [my h.s. best friend] arrives with her husband and we hang out. minutes later the stylists arrive and set to work.
jenni takes pictures of the whole situation because she knows we’ll [i'll] want these later. she’s right. even if my “attendant of honor” isn’t here, she is doing just the job she should.
as i am getting my make-up done, my hair stylists mentions the veil. i realize it is at my aunt’s house still [just down the road], so i call her and she drops it off just in time.
hair and make-up fly by. heide shows up. harriet shows up. felicia shows up. ricky and his bf show up. eventually adam and mitch show up. we all kibitz about the day and the pending nuptials.
nat [brian's friend] shows up requesting my keys to vacuum my suv [to remove the dirt from our ceremony "trees"].
all the while i am nervous that there is not enough time.
but there is. and after all is said and done and i look fabulous, jenni and i set out to pick up my dress and head to the venue.
we’re there “early” and a girl whom i have never met at the venue asks my opinion on the set-up [as she has not been told how to arrange the decorations, despite the fact that i gave explicit instructions the day i dropped them off]. i give her the corrections for the centerpieces and the opening table that has our escort card info.
and i go back to the room to get ready.
the cake baker/decorator shows up and i provide some last-minute direction and she provides some last-minute correction. and it’s done.
[the cake was such as disaster situation. original decorations scrapped. secondary decorations waited on and two days before scrapped. final decor decided on two days before with decor i had made for other purposes and had already scrapped].
finally, we are ready to dress.
so finally, i am ready and waiting.
and pinning my attendant of honor’s boutonniere. [hand-made flowers, not the real [fresh] deal]
which made the wedding photographers ask if the best man was supposed to have one as well. which, i replied emphatically, “yes.” so scurrying and confusion began.
it seemed that even though i had provided the groom’s friends all the pieces the groom forgot [boutonniere, RINGS, video camera, etc] the night before, it seemed as though the boutonniere was missing. i emphasized the boutonniere’s location. was told again they could not find it.
i screamed about how ludicrous it was.
more searching was done to no avail.
i bitched a little more. then told them to let it go.
it didn’t matter.
later someone came in to tell me to call adam and mitch. tell them all had been found. it was in there that i realized that in addition to the boutonniere that didn’t matter, the rings [which MATTERED] were also m.i.a., though they appeared with said previously mentioned friends.
so it resumed. and brian waited.
until the ceremony.
where brian’s nephew and neice and my attendant of honor walked down the aisle.
preceeding my grand entrance. boy, did i not like walking down the aisle with all those eyes on me.
and at the alter our pastor said some words.
and our friend ricky read a compilation passage from the book all about love by bell hooks.
then i shared my “love talk” [read: not vows].
and brian got misty.
then brian shared his [and i didn't get misty... i'm just not that kind of girl.]
then we exchanged vows & rings.
after brian put my ring on, he mentioned that it was “number 5″ [referring to the fact that it took the purchase of five rings before we found the right one for me, or one that i really liked].
and we were officially married.
so we made our way down the aisle [our first walk as husband and wife].
[close-up of the text under our feet... a favorite kurt vonnegut quote of mine]
[so this was the one screw up of the wedding... our runner was laid out backwards... i didn't notice until we were up at the front and this was under our feet.]
behind the scenes as our guests made their way to cocktail hour, we signed our marriage licenses.
took some formal shots.
with the whole family… though do not ask why my aunt and cousin are wearing the same dress. it was very odd [and unlike them].
afterwards, brian and i headed out for some photos at cranbrook.
[yes, he is always this goofy]
we wrapped up there and returned to our guests.
and they began clinking their glasses.
toasts were shared by the best man and attendant of honor.
and we ate lunch and shared laughs with all of our guests. [one thing we did that i ::loved:: was a rotating seating chart that had us spend about 10-15 mins at each table, eating various portions of our meal with them. it was a great way to spend time with all of our guests.]
then it was time for cake [and none got smashed into anyone's face].
and we shared our first dance.
which kicked off the dancing.
but, i knew i didn’t want dancing alone… i also wanted hoola hoops.
which turned out to be great fun, if not difficult in a wedding gown.
and people used the photobooth for fun and to create our guest book.
brian’s father got REAL crazy [with much urging from my friend heide].
but soon things settled. and we lounged and shared a few private moments [in the bathroom... with our photographer].
until we retired from the iroquois club.
to head to dave & busters… an adventure i’ll share more of another time.