Greetings to all who have been with me on this long and stressful journey from marriage proposal to the actual wedding day. It is with great sadness that I admit, my wedding was nothing short of a nightmare. Although it is so great to hear about how much fun everyone had and how great the food and music were, especially since James and I worked so hard trying to make this day as perfect as we could, for me as the bride, I was counting down the hours till it was finally over.
It all began the minute I checked into the hotel. Being that we booked our wedding fifteen months in advance, I wrongfully assumed James and I would be put in a bridal suite. Not only were we NOT in a bridal suite (which they later told us none were available at the time of the booking, which makes no sense since we were the first couple to book a Scotto Brothers wedding venue for 2012), but our room was on the first floor, all the way in the back corner near the service exit. And before you even think it, I did try and change rooms a check-in however was told the entire hotel was booked solid. The room itself was nice, a two room suite with kitchenette. James’ room which we had booked ONE WEEK PRIOR was not only bigger, but a LOT nicer then mine…guess that’s what happens when you get a complementary night when booking where we did.
I do have to say I had a great night sleep. Just me, myself and I in a room away from everyone. If it would have only stayed that way. The morning of our wedding I woke up refreashed and calm. Got up, took a nice hot shower, put on their complamentry bathrobe and proceeded to the kitchenette to make myself some coffee in their Keurig coffee maker. This is when the nightmare began. My coffee pot was not working no matter what I tried. Aggravated, I put on my “Soon To Be Mrs. Cicardo” white velour jumpsuit (brand new out of the packaging) and went to the lobby. While finally mixing the milk and sugar into my new coffee cups, someone decides to spill their cup of coffee all over my sleeve. There are no napkins in sight…anywhere. I might at this point have flipped out on one of the workers who attempted to bring me a rag with some club soda, however when I realized the stain was already there I stormed back to my room.
About 20 minutes later and 2 cups of coffee in, I calmed back down. That’s when a tornado hit my room, aka Mom. I can definitely appreciate her excitement, however being as calm as I was, her constant thinking out loud and obvious jitters were making me nuts! As the day continued more and more people began showing up to my room; bridesmaids and family members. I did tell the ‘maids to be at my room between 10am and 12pm. Those getting ready elsewhere I told to be AT the room no later then 2pm being that the photographer would be there are 1:45.
The time was 2pm. My hotel suite was full with 3 bridesmaids, 5 family members, and 5 photography studio workers. No one was dressed and we were missing bridesmaids. Not to mention the limo was picking us up t 3pm sharp to head to Old Westbury Gardens for photos. I needed space, I couldn’t breath. I locked myself in the bathroom to calm down. Seeing how stressed I was becoming, the photographers left to go over to James’ room and take photos there. It was time to get myself ready. I took one last deep breath and opened the bathroom door to find that there were more people in my room, and my bed had been taken over. At this point I suffered my first anxiety attack of the day. I can not stand too many people being “on top” of me. I kicked everyone out. Yelling and crying and shaking I just needed everyone to go! Everyone except my two matrons of honor who I needed to calm me and put me in my dress.
So there I was, returning to normal and stepping into this gorgeous dress, when people in the other room began trying to get in because they needed to get dressed as well. It was amazing to me how selfish and inconsiderate people are. I was the BRIDE putting on MY DRESS in MY ROOM and I am getting yelled at to hurry up because other people need to get ready. I should have known at this moment, that it would be the theme of the rest of the night.
The dress was on and pictures were taken. We move out into the hall to take some more then are being rushed into the limo since it was now 3:15 and we HAD to be at the gardens at 3:30. I had nothing. No blusher, camera, lip gloss, nothing. I was not prepared to not be allowed back to my room. We get into the limo where I advise the driver he has to wait for my family and James with his family who would be following us. Well that request went in one ear and out the other because as soon as the door closed we were off.
Photos at the garden were nice. Aside from constantly having to yell to find people would refused to just wait in the room, I think it went really well. Back in the limo on the way to the catering hall the complaints began again. We are hungry, when do we eat, what are they going to serve us, when are we going to get there. Trying to tune it all out, I began running through our ceremony checklist with James; parents rings?…check! Our rings?…check! Marriage License?…Marriage License?…no marriage license. Thank goodness it was still early enough for someone to go to our room at the hotel and bring it on the shuttle (J.N. saved the day!)
We were told at our final appointment that once arriving at the catering hall we would be taken into the photo studio for pictures and appitizers. This was only half the case. We were taken into a large storage room because the photo studio was being used by another wedding. Unacceptable to me, however there were food and drinks so it made everyone happy…if only for a brief moment. For those of you who remember, Saturday didn’t have the best weather. It was chilly and damp and at points misty. James and I had our hearts set on having the ceremony outside, however at this point were unsure if that would even be possible. In comes the Matre’de who tells us it IS possible, and while James goes outside to look, I, the bride, got ambushed. “It’s too cold! I’m not walking if you do it outside! You can’t have it outside!” When James returned, I politely suggested we have the ceremony indoors. I was heartbroken, but just being attacked I couldn’t take it anymore.
He of course began yelling at me in frustration. I pulled him aside and explained what happened. Next thing I know, James walks to the center of the room and yells “THE CEREMONY IS OUTSIDE, IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, DONT COME!” No one said a peep after that…my hero.
The ceremony was beautiful! The sky was dark and with all of the lights it was better then I could have ever imagined. This was my moment. OUR moment. This was the first time all day where no one could talk to us, or complain to us. As i walked down the isle I tuned everything out. As far as I was concerned it was just me, an isle, and James waiting for me at the end of it. Although cut short cause of the cold, we pledge our love for one another and fifteen minutes later walked away as husband and wife.
As soon as we got inside we were rushed back up to the photo studio. We took extended family photos and it was now time to bustle my train. I stood to the side with my matrons of honor, who were fully capable of finding 8 loops and hooking them onto 8 buttons, however the second it was noticed what we were doing, the bridal attendant rushed them off to do it herself. My blood pressure continued to rise as I continued to yell at her to stop pulling down on my dress. You are supposed to hook up the loops not pull the buttons down! I am told it is complete however after walking around for a few minutes I felt the back of the dress being stepped on and when I turned around saw half the train still on the floor! The attendant then told me she was only able to find 7 loops, the store never put on the 8th. LIVID I not so nicely told her I personally saw 8 loops before taking the dress out of Kleinfelds and I don’t appreciate being told my train is up when it is not. After that all was fixed.
Now I am starving. Everyone around me had been eating since we got back from the gardens, yet no one thought to feed the bride. When I walked over to the hot trays, all the food was gone, which explained why everyone went down to cocktail hour. I asked the attendant for something and sat down before I faited from hunger. During this time we were also told our cocktail hour was being extended due to a previous wedding in my reception room ending later then it should have. Another unacceptable situation. Now prepare yourself to laugh because what I am about to tell you there is nothing else you can do.
Out of the corner of my eye I see my second bridal attendant coming up the stairs with food for me. Excited I don’t take my eyes off of her. Just as she was about to reach me, the first bridal attendant runs over and grabs my arms helping me to stand because we are now being moved to the bridal suite, the reception is going to begin. Once again, no food for the bride.
Here we are arriving in the Bridal Suite where apparently I am the last to arrive, and my dad asks me where my champagne flutes are. My champagne flutes, that I have only been dreaming about using on my wedding day since I first saw them in high school. No one took them from the hotel room. I LOST it. I was tired from the complaints, starving, and now being told one of the most important things to me at this wedding was never picked up. I was about to start crying when I see James sitting at a table in the back of the room, a table filled with food! It wasn’t until 9pm when I FINALLY got to eat.
The reception to be was mostly a blur. Thanks to one of my MOH’s, the hotel rushed over the flutes which we received seconds before the first toast. I got to have my first dances with James, and my father/daughter dance with my dad. I was serenaded by James and 19 of his fraternity brothers (one of the highlights of the night), however every other moment of the night I was being pulled in different directions; come say hello, come say goodbye, come take a picture. All I wanted to do was dance and try to enjoy whatever was left of the night, but between the photographer taking us outside for pictures for an hour, the bridal attendants constantly pulling me off the dance floor to ask me if I needed anything, and our reception being cut an hour cause of the previous wedding…they did the cake cutting ceremony so fast that no one, including my parents, even knew we did it.
The night was winding down and we had just sat down to have our dessert. Our wedding cake was red velvet, my absolute favorite, and just as I stuck my fork in it, people were pulling on me to say goodbye. I wish I could tell you if it was good or not, but by the time I got back to the table it was cleared.
I officially just wanted to go home. I took zero pictures with my friends, and the only family ones I got were the ones taken in the photo studio. I barely got to speak to anyone and got to dance about 45 seconds to Bon Jovi before getting pulled once again. I was miserable. I spent 15 months planning my perfect wedding and felt that no one allowed me to enjoy it. The complaints, the rushing, and the lack of food/dancing/socializing completely ruined what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. The only thing that makes it all worth it is knowing how happy James was and how great a time everyone else had. Given a choice though, I would NEVER do this again. EVER!
At least now that this drama filled event is over, I can focus on something exciting! Our honeymoon! In just a couple of days James and I will be flying to Europe for 10 uninterrupted days. 10 days of just me and my husband; no emails, phone calls, text messages, complaining, drama, questions, nothing! We will finally have our chance to just enjoy each other as newlyweds! And THAT no one is going to ruin for us.