Well, two big things stopped me from getting the intimate wedding I wanted on top of a huge ass mountain. First MY FATHER, you know the man paying for half my wedding, yeah that's kind of a big thing, he insisted that i have my wedding for all my family to attend and that it wouldn't be fair if he couldn't walk me down the isle in front of all my family and friends. Then SECOND but definitely the reason that put the final nail in the coffin for me not getting my mountain top wedding was...drum-roll please.......I got PREGNANT!!! Yep took my BC out one month before half dome wedding and got pregnant 3 weeks later. Took us 2 years to conceive our first daughter and 6 months to conceive our second, and a total of one damn ovulation to conceive my main man Baby Jesse!!!
We are so close to show time and its the night before the wedding. Get in a small fight over milk with my Mom AKA one of my Bridesmaids/My Best Friend. So her and her Husband AKA my wedding march acoustic guitar player leave to go stay in a hotel. Wedding day arrives but my mother doesn't. The clock hits 1 o'clock But one of my most important bridesmaids never shows up. So i walk down the crappy isle (after crying for hours, waiting, hoping and praying my mother would show up), with my Father who is wearing sunglasses i asked him not to wear, and the red tie he wore at my brothers wedding when i specifically asked him to wear the gold one sense my wedding colors were gold and purple. I walk down the crappy isle to my closest friends and family trying their best to hum the wedding march out of tune sense my stepfather didn't show up to play his acoustic version of the wedding march. We forgot the flower petals that the flower girls AKA my daughters were supposed to sprinkle down the isle. So at the last minute my cousin ran to the car and grabbed them and through the pile in the middle of the isle when we got to the end of the isle.
Good news though, got married without a hitch, no objections, husband cried at the beautiful site of his bride, and we got married and lived happily ever after. Until 30 min later when we arrived at the reception and My father went from a fancy suit to a Hawaiian t-shirt, khaki shorts and strappy river sandles. And that's exactly what he wore for are beloved Father-Daughter dance. Which the father daughter song got lost in the Ipod so we had to improvise with one of the 20 songs that didn't get lost. many more blunders happened but we can skip those.
So basically, these are many reasons why weddings are crap, or not all weddings but just MY wedding. Weddings are usually wonderful and fun, there are just a few pieces of advice i have for you to avoid having a crap wedding like mine:
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