No wedding is perfect. Anyone who looks me in the eye and says their wedding was absolutely flawless is either lying or they had quite the support team in place to keep them from knowing about any hiccups that occurred.
For example, at my wedding the DJ was less that stellar. Oh I take some of the blame for perhaps not being clear enough with him about what was expected. But past that, how many times does a bridesmaid have to come tell you what kind of music to play before you figure out you’re doing it wrong?
My point is, I’ll say my wedding was perfect… but even in that, we had our hiccups.
So, going into the wedding this last weekend — especially as MOH, not knowing the other bridesmaids very well — I was prepared for almost anything. I even came armed with leopard print duck tape.
Flat iron? Check.
Lip gloss and perfume? Check.
Band aids? Check.
Extra shoe insoles? Check.
Safety pins, nail clippers, wet wipes, Pepto, Advil, extra colors of lipstick? Check, check, check, check, check and check.
Well, so I forgot something. Again, not perfect. But I tried.
The ceremony was beautiful. The reception was a blast. No, things didn’t go 100% according to plan, but you know… it still went great. The bride and groom were named man and wife. Toasts were made. Dances were danced. The cake was cut and the bouquet tossed. It was beautiful.
Oh I have a million stories I dare not share to the world. What happens in the bride’s room, stays in the bride’s room, after all! Though no promises that they won’t find their way into a novel some day…
Let’s just say that leopard print duck tape came to some interesting uses…