
We're married!
All I wanted was for everything that was going to go wrong to go wrong before the wedding, so that everything would go well for the wedding itself. And it did. By the time the wedding started, everything was pretty under control.
We had to scrap the whole seating chart because all the tables wouldn't fit in the room. We both forgot our love letters in the rooms we got ready in, and therefore had to improvise at the altar. One of the groomsmen couldn't show up because he went to the hospital with a heart problem. We didn't have any beer because someone forgot a tap. My matron of honor dropped the ring when she went to hand it to me. I know that sounds like a lot went wrong, but really, it was wonderful.
We heard over and over and over again how wonderful it was. How much everything was perfect. That it was the best wedding people had ever been to.
I, for one, had a great time. And aside from one fantastically bad nervous breakdown about halfway through the reception (which, seriously, I think was just from exhaustion), it was definitely the best wedding I've ever been to. And I'm not just saying that because I planned the whole thing and got to be the bride. Everything went just really really well. I think I would have enjoyed it just as much (if not a little more because, wow, way less stress) if I hadn't.
We're on our honeymoon. In a hotel. Eating room service and drinking champagne. Life is beautiful.