“I’ll never be a bride again…now I’m just someone’s wife.” -Monica Geller-Bing
Actually, I’m okay with that. It’s over now and I’m glad.
The week of the wedding I was feeling pretty good. Nothing left to do but let everything happen. Then the day before the wedding I got my nails done and I HATED them. And I got shellac nail polish so there was no time to change them because I had to get going for the rehearsal. I had a major breakdown because obviously nails are the most important part of the day. Honestly though I’m okay with how upset I was as I was imagining all of my photos with this expensive dress and then some trashy nails. It all turned out okay because you can’t really see them in any of my photos.
On to the dress rehearsal where everyone was on time and I really appreciated that. It’s hard to get a big group together but we all made it. We ran through the rehearsal a few times so everyone was sure of where to be, then it was on to dinner. We went to Santorini in Greektown in Detroit and it was perfect. I couldn’t believe it. They had our reservation AND the food was good!? I couldn’t believe that finally everything was working out. Secretly to myself I had believed that since everything had been so hard leading up to the wedding that the actual wedding was going to run perfectly. Things were looking up! We had a great time and I got excited for how much more fun we were going to have at the wedding.
We go home, I lay down, and BOOM. Total anxiety hit me. I don’t know why but I just started experiencing anxiety last year and it’s really fucking awful. It makes me physically ill and I can’t sleep. I got about one hour of sleep total before it was time to go get my hair and makeup done.
My bridesmaids, my mom and I all met up at Dean Sadler’s Hair & Makeup Studio where I’ve been getting my hair done for several years. All of the bridesmaids looked AMAZING. Rachelle had been having some trouble with her tattoo cover up and he helped her put it on. In the photos it looks like she never had a tattoo.
After that we all met up in my hotel room to get our dresses on and do photos with my photographer, Jeffrey Lewis Bennett. Just as I was supposed to start taking photos of my mom zipping me into my dress, my mom yelled out that her hem on her dress had ripped. Thankfully her mom had dropped off an emergency kit which included safety pins so Laura helped her pin it back up. My mom stressing out did not help my anxiety very much.
I get into my dress, we take some photos, then Jeffrey leaves to go do photos with the guys. Judging from the photos of empty alcohol bottles it looks like the guys were having a lot more fun than we were. Kaydence, my 1 year old flower girl, grabbed someone’s coffee off of one of the tables and dumped it all down the front of her white dress. Kara, her mom, sprung up and ran her into the bathroom and was somehow able to get it all out.
Everyone tells you the wedding flies by…well GUESS WHAT? The actual time BEFORE the wedding DRAGS ON FOREVER. Our wedding was at 5pm and it felt like it was never going to get there. I just wanted to get that part underway so I could start to relax. Once it was getting close I had to call Joey to see if our officiant had made contact with him because we had to fill out our marriage license beforehand. Nope, she decided to get there half an hour later than she was supposed to. Finally she came up and had me fill it out, and then my coordinator came to grab us and I decided to go to the bathroom before leaving. If you’re wearing a ball gown, you will need someone’s help. There is no getting around it. My mom helped me and as I leaned over I felt the back of my dress snap. The top clasp flew off.
If you’re wondering what I was doing moments before the wedding, three people were attempting to safety pin my dress. It wasn’t working so I just said screw it and let’s go. The rest of the day my dress was a little loose in the chest but no wardrobe malfunctions occurred.
Finally it was time to walk down the aisle. As I was walking up the stairs onto the riser I almost fell because my stupid seamstress didn’t want to take any length off of the dress and it was too long. I tripped over it all night. Anyway I made it up there, we said our vows, we kissed, and we were married. THAT part went by in a flash. Both of our vows were very customized to our relationship and it was really awesome saying and hearing them. (By the way, people who said to us that one or the others were better…that’s not cool and you totally missed the point.)
We did photos while everyone else had cocktail hour. All good there. Jeffrey is my shining star. He never pissed me off once during our entire wedding experience.
We get announced, we cut the cake (delicious) then it’s time to eat. As we started getting our plates I immediately got angry. The portions were about half of the size that they were in our food tasting. Also they looked NOTHING like they did before. The mushrooms on the ravioli were half the size (though I heard it was delicious) and the eggplant was straight up completely different. I took a quick look and immediately told Rachelle not to eat hers as she is vegan and I saw there was cheese on our eggplant dishes. It was made VERY clear on several occasions that there would be no cheese and this was to be a vegan meal. There was no cheese on it in our tasting so I’m not sure what happened. Rachelle flagged down the coordinator and told her that not only was there cheese on the eggplant but the entire dish was different. She gave her some bullshit answer about how it was the same ingredients just “dressed up.” Um, no. I was there for the tasting girlfriend. I hated the eggplant the day of the wedding but had loved it at the tasting. So, I didn’t eat. They did bring out new dishes without cheese and gave us a refund on all of the eggplants for the mistake.
Then it was time for the first dance. Joey and I danced to I Wanna Grow Old With You by Adam Sandler from The Wedding Singer. Instead of my DJ doing his job and making sure the version was good to go, he played a version with part of the movie in it so we had to wait until Billy Idol stops talking. There is a photo where you can see in my face exactly when that is happening because I look SO pissed. I noticed from the wedding that my face is very expressive.
My dad and I danced to Wonderwall by Oasis, Joey’s mom and Joey danced to Your Song by Elton John, then it was on to party time. After I had carefully crafted our play list over many hours, my DJ decided he was only going to play SOME of our songs, and NONE of our slow songs. He played 4 slow songs the entire night and none of them were any of the 6 I had given him. Six, very important, personal songs to my relationship with Joey did not get played because he decided he was going to do whatever he wanted. He has a MAJOR control issue. I learned later that he had been an asshole to our best man as well. Cool. I made his job so simple…he just didn’t want to be told what to do. So, in the middle of the night, he played like 5 oldies songs in a row even though I had given him only 1 or 2 to play, and a bunch of people left. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’m still pissed about it. I think he has a scathing email coming his way.
We did get a lot of compliments on the music and there were constantly people on the dance floor. The song of the night was a song that my brother recorded as a joke but it’s the best dance song I have ever heard and everyone got really hyped when it was played.
There were some people who didn’t show up. Two of them were due to health issues so obviously that’s completely acceptable…the others, I don’t know what the fuck happened but I’m not happy about it.
Overall, it was a good night. The best man, maid of honor and my dad’s speech were really special and heartfelt. A wedding really shows how much the people who matter the most in your life really love you. Everyone did exactly what they were supposed to do and did it with a smile on their face. It really makes you take a step back and go, wow, these people are really amazing and I love them and they love me.
It’s weird to say that I have a husband, but I’m happy to get to say that it’s Joey.