This post is for those of you who want the low-down on the not-so-great events leading up to my wedding day.
The Friday before the big day, I spent the day with my mom running around doing last minute wedding prep: getting our nails done, searching for bubbles, finding the perfect birthday cupcake for one of our guests, and picking up the flowers I would use to make my centerpieces. Nothing about the day was supposed to be stressful…
Due to the combination of poor communication between me and my nail tech and said nail tech hijacking my appointment once she found out I was getting married, I ended up leaving the nail salon with Pepto Bismol pink nails.
“Very girly- exactly what [a] bride need[s] on [her] wedding day.”
– my nail tech
I had requested a nude pink. It was very obvious the lady didn’t know what she was doing as she applied 7 layers to my nails causing them to look as if I were participating in one of those 100 layers of polish challenges. I’m the type who is too polite to say, “No, that’s not what I want,” or simply just walk out, so the end result was overly thick, bright pink nails.
After receiving encouraging words from my mom and my aunt that they weren’t that bad, I figured I would just get over it… Yeah, that didn’t happen. That evening I went to the store and purchased a cheap bottle of lavender polish to tone down the pink. There was no way I could change the brightness with a lighter pink nor do any harm with adding another layer, so thick purple nails it was. I was pleased with my work and felt the crisis had been averted.
But by that point I was dealing with another situation that originally had me absolutely furious. Call it a moment of Bridezilla-esque-ness if you will…
Let me give you the back story: I had called a florist earlier in the week to order my flowers. On the phone I asked the woman for quotes on 3 types of flowers: lavender colored roses, baby’s breath, and seeded eucalyptus. She called later that day and gave me a quote for lavender- not lavender roses. After correcting her and asking for lavender colored roses, I placed my order. I should have been a bit weary of this woman’s ability at ordering the flowers I wanted at this point…
When I arrived at the flower shop, the owner greeted me with congratulations over my upcoming nuptials and said that she had received some beautiful purple roses for me. She comes out of her walk-in fridge carrying hot pink roses. What the hell was I supposed to do with hot pink roses!? My wedding colors were lavender and dusty blue and I know lavender roses exist because I used to be a florist!
I was livid. Mom and I started calling other florists in the area looking for lavender roses, but no one had them in stock and it was too short notice to order some. I wanted to cry. What calmed me down (ironically) was arranging the the flowers for my centerpieces. By the time I was finished, it occurred to me that my venue was in a garden with many different colored flowers, so the hot pink roses wouldn’t stick out too bad; it still wasn’t what I wanted, but it wouldn’t ruin the day.
Fast forward to midnight… I’m an in-bed-by-9 kind of gal, so being up at midnight, especially the night before my wedding, was not ideal. Fella and I were staying at my aunt’s house (’cause fuck tradition!) along with some friends who had just come in from out of town. I had squeezed in a 2 hour nap and woke up just after 12AM when they arrived. We all hung out catching up over drinks- well I wasn’t drinking, but the rest of them were and they were drinking the hard stuff. I decided to turn in at 4AM. Fella woke me up as he was heading to bed at 7AM (the day of our wedding!) drunk as a skunk!
He fell right to sleep and began sleep-talking almost instantly (a routine I’ve come to expect of him after drinking so heavily). I couldn’t fall back to sleep next to him, so I made my way out to the couch in the living room. Once I laid down, I became nauseous. I knew it was from nerves, but I didn’t understand why because I was excited- not nervous.
The drunkards woke up around noon with headaches and headed out for some hangover food while I stayed at the house and helped my aunt prep for the bonfire we were having there after the reception. I found that if I stayed busy, my nausea would disappear, so that’s exactly what I did: I stayed busy.
Even when I got to the venue and my day-of coordinators told me to go “take it easy- it’s your special day,” I was running around like a mad woman trying not to let the nausea get the better of me.
So as you can tell, it’s not how I had imagined spending the last few hours as a single gal, but everything worked out for the best and now I have some funny stories to tell. 🙂
By the way… my cover photo for this post is the shot my photographer captured after I fell while Fella and I were posing. Yup. You can stick me in a wedding gown and I will still be just as clumsy as ever.