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My next few posts will probably bounce back and forth between pre-wedding, wedding and post-wedding, since I totally dropped the blogging ball the last few weeks before my wedding….

Let's talk wedding disasters. You know how in your wedding planning, when you're stressing that something is going to go wrong, and eeeeeverybody insists that the things that always go wrong are the tiny little things that no one notices? Ignore them when they say that. Sometimes you have a disaster, or even two, and all 150 people notice. However, when those same annoying advice-givers tell you that everything will work out in the end and people will have a great time, listen to that part. That part is actually correct.

My wedding ceremony was perfect. Absolutely, down to the last detail, perfect. Which was funny, since I really hadn't put a ton of thought into the ceremony except slaving over our choice of processional and recessional music. The reading choices took about 10 minutes. But for now, I'm going to skip over the perfect ceremony and jump to the partially-horrifying reception.

Call me old-fashioned, but I didn't see Dave before the ceremony. So after the ceremony and big family group photos, the wedding party had about 45 minutes of late afternoon winter sunlight to get all our pictures. We took our pictures and then very haphazardly told each other we'd see everyone at the reception (Mistake #1: not organizing transportation better).

There was a 40-minute drive between our ceremony site and our reception site. When Dave and I got there, after being what we thought was a few minutes behind the rest of the wedding party, we were surprised to find very little of our wedding party waiting for us. We had completely lost one of our groomsmen, who had ridden with a non-wedding party friend, and that was cause for a bit of a stress, because we were slightly behind schedule and wanted to get into the reception. But that wasn't nearly as stressful as finding out where most of the wedding party had disappeared to- they were in the reception room, trying desperately to fix the two full kegs that weren't working At All. $250 worth of beer, trapped in non-functioning kegs. Dave and I found this out through his very blunt grandfather, who came out to the lobby to tell us that everyone was cranky because they wanted food, there was no beer and no music was playing. I found my father and asked him how bad it was, and he very reassuringly said, “Oh, it's bad.”

At this point I'm already in a panic, and I haven't even figured out why there's no music. Dave's brother/best man told us there was a problem with the music, so the playlist we'd slaved over had not been playing for the last hour and a half. As we finally gathered all of our wedding party and our emcee got ready to announce us, Dave's brother turns to him and said, “So I might as well tell you this now, Dad spilled a Coke on your laptop and that's why the music isn't playing.”

Dave just sat on a chair with his head in his hands. I almost punched his brother right then and there. Not exactly the most opportune time for us to be told this. So while most newly wedded couples walk in to their receptions dancing and pumping their fists, we walked in with fake smiles and slight grimaces. With all the pressure our male relatives were giving us about everyone being hungry, we just kind of walked to the head table, didn't sit down, said screw this and I just walked over to the buffet line to get it started.

It was a miserable start to the reception. I was trying not to cry or scream, nothing was organized, Dave's poor cousin who was supposed to be emceeing and dj-ing was in a panic; it was a horrible mess. As Dave and I started to eat, I looked at him and very pathetically said, “This is not how I want to remember my reception.”

To make a long story short, we got my laptop out of Dave's car (Thank God I had grabbed it at 3 a.m. when I left my house, with my exhausted bridesmaids asking me why I needed it), and a dedicated groomsman and bridesmaid's boyfriend sat together and downloaded music and logged on to Youtube to get songs. The beer never did get fixed, so less than half of one keg was salvaged from the two kegs we had. Luckily, the lodge didn't have stringent alcohol rules, so I had told all my friends that they could bring their own liquor if they wanted it. Some of them did, the rest became wine drinkers for the night. I don't know how the wine lasted- as my dad said, “Loaves and fishes,” i.e., somehow it kept multiplying.

So in the end, everyone had a great time. Most people knew there was no beer, and a lot of people knew there was a music problem. I don't think anyone remembers the awkward march to the buffet line. We ended up doing the toasts, cake cutting and first dances all back to back, instead of having some informal dancing between the first dances and the cake cutting, like we'd planned. While the awesome playlist that Dave and I spent weeks on was not used, and a lot of my favorite songs were not played, everyone danced and had a great time dancing. When I hear a fun song that was on the original playlist, I get a little wistful that it wasn't played, but in the end you just gotta let things go.

My reception was far from perfect, but it was a blast. My brothers tossed me in the air in my wedding gown, the boys had a mosh pit over catching the garter, and Dave and a couple friends had an impromptu concert toward the end of the evening.

As they say, at the end of the day, you're married, and nothing could be better than that.

This is what matters.






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  • Ann

    Cool really cool

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