I'm back from Vegas. It was a good time. I ate a lot, but walked more so I think I came out about the same. I had no real luck gambling. We saw the Bodies exhibit. I recommend it if it comes to your town. I also saw Louie Anderson. He was funny. His cartoon was awesome. Vegas is big. If I ever go again, I'm gonna get one of those things that you ride on standing up.
The wedding went off rather well. Of course, I was hidden for the beginning so I missed the procession. I can't wait for the pictures from the photographer. My dad wore the tux. He fought it like a toddler fights a nap, but in the end he looked amazing. My sisters got all dolled up and looked fabulous too. I didn't know until after it was over that they had been standing in an anthill and were bitten repeatedly by fire ants. If it had been me, I would have been cussing up a storm. As I came down the aisle, I looked at Chris and he was tearing up so I looked at my mom who was on the verge of losing it and then looked at the minister. I did not want to cry. The muscle in my left cheek started spasming all weird like when your eyelid flutters uncontrollably. The photographer was clicking away. Oh well.
I did lose it several times the day before and the day of the wedding. I love my family, but I had all of them all at once criticizing about one thing or another. Chris and I spent 6 months pulling this wedding together. No one put in so much as a single M&M, but it seemed like just about everyone had something negative to say...except my mom. I realize now that I was overstressed, hadn't slept right in about 3 weeks and was probably hyper-sensitive, but at the time my anger and paranoia seemed perfectly rational.
At the rehearsal, I saw the chair rental place had set up the wrong color chairs. We asked for white and they put up dark gray. I had a moment where I wanted to cry. It seemed like people were just trying to piss me off and I didn't understand it. I told myself they were just chairs, but I really felt upset over it.
The chair cover lady called to tell me that the place wasn't open. I asked if she had called the guy to open it like I had told her on the phone and in an email. Nope. Chris told her the place would be open at 8:30 a.m. The guy, Niles, went to open the place as soon as I called him. I called her back and told her that he was coming. She was happy. I was annoyed. I had set up the whole deal and been talking to her for the past few months. Why would she try to go around me? Well to get a wrong answer that she liked better, of course!
We were at the hall decorating and I asked for the centerpieces they had promised to provide. No one told Niles, who was the third person we had dealt with.. His mom came from home and started snapping at me. He's not the decorator or the coordinator.. I just rented the place. I told her I knew that and calmed her down and then she was very nice. Turns out he had been in a motorcycle accident the night before and she was worried about him. Still, I didn't need that. They made an agreement with a signed contract. Why was I the one being yelled at?
The caterer called while we were decorating that she had to use the stove and it was $50. wtf? We had told her that she couldn't use it and she agreed. Now it was urgent. I told her that was fine because I didn't want to argue, but I was pissed that she was pulling that 2 hours before the ceremony. I met her partner who confirmed that the woman is flaky as a rule. I didn't pay the $50, but if the hall requests it, I guess I have to for agreeing to it.
My uncle convinced my dad to leave my wedding early so they could be a day early for a funeral. I could punch my uncle in the face and throat. Right as the d.j. was announcing the father-daughter dance, I had to signal him that it wasn't happening. I felt like such a retard and had to fight really hard not to cry. Then I had to go ask Chris for the housekey because I hadn't brought my purse and he got pissed that my dad was leaving. I so didn't need more drama, but he was mad and went to talk to my dad. At that point I sat down at the bar and had a beer. I decided that I was still married and I still had lots of family and friends there and it wasn't the end of the world. Still, I could punch my uncle in the face. He could have slept at my house and left the next day like they had already agreed to. No, he drove to Laredo on no sleep because he had been working and was tired so he drove another 8 hours straight rather than sleep. Does that make any sense to any sane person?
Wow, that's a lot of complaining. Actually, it was a really happy day. Everyone looked amazing, the food was good, the music was good, the hall looked better than I expected and I'm still married to the best guy in the world. I'm glad that I got my dad to walk me down the aisle. I'm glad my sisters stopped arguing long enough to be bridesmaids. I'm thankful for everything people did to help me out. Kristina combed my hair and fixed my garters. Juana tied my corset. I couldn't even tie my own shoes. I was even thankful when my dad would yell up the stairs and tell us to hurry up and my mom would yell back that we were coming. It made it more normal somehow.
I especially want to thank my family for being themselves even though I wasn't myself.
Thank you to everyone who helped with the cook out and clean-up the night before.
Thank you to everyone who helped decorate the hall and gazebo and whatnot.
Thanks to everyone who took pictures.
I want to thank everyone who came to the wedding whether from up the road or across the country.
I want to thank everyone who sent gifts, cards and money...and even if you didn't but you really wanted to, thanks to you too.
Thanks to Mama for watching Alex while Chris and I were in Las Vegas.
Thanks to Alex for being such a good sport.
Thank you to my husband for putting up with all my crap and still going through with the wedding anyway.
I love my family, whether they were there from the day I was born or just got dragged in this week. Thank you. I wouldn't be half as crazy or nearly as sane without you.
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