Don't call it a comeback

Ok, first thing - I'm eating a Subway sandwich as I write this, and the tomatoes are actually good. WHAT IS HAPPENING. Anyway!

When last we met, it was August? Really? Did time really pass that quickly? In that span of time, I've been a bridesmaid twice, been to a boatload of weddings, got married myself, stage managed a play that opened the week after my wedding and didn't lose my mind, and survived Wayne's Great Halloween Spending Binge of 2010 without shedding any blood.

I honestly don't even know where to begin, so I suppose I'll write about what I learned from my wedding. There is really only one lesson:
1. Things will go wrong, and it's ok.

Our aisle music got totally screwed up, thanks to a batty Day Of Coordinator. There wasn't supposed to be any music for the groomsmen/parents walking down the aisle, just for my bridesmaids and me. Unfortunately, our DOC battered my cousin (our MC) into playing the two songs I picked for my bridesmaids and I for everyone else. So my bridesmaids ended up walking down to my song. And then we just started over and I also walked down to my song. I was really disappointed at first; the song that I picked meant so much to me, and I really wanted it to be special.

Also, I was already pissed at the DOC for FORGETTING MY BRIDESMAIDS AND I IN THE ROOM WHERE WE WERE GETTING READY. But! After the ceremony, everyone told me how much they enjoyed the music. I later found out that many of the guests had a fun sing-a-long, and you know what? That's awesome.

Ultimately, my wedding was about wearing a pretty dress, eatin' some cake, being with the people who mean the most to me, and having Wayne make an honest woman out of me. Honestly, it was the best day of my entire life, yes, even compared to Ruby being born, because guess what? I wasn't giving birth! Didn't have to! Ruby was already there!

For all of the stress and arguments and lost sleep, my favorite moment of the entire day was after the wedding, sitting in the hotel room with Wayne, eating sandwiches and drinking beer.

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...and rocking out to "Bye Bye Bye" with some of my oldest friends.

I guess what I'm getting at here is to never lose sight of the purpose of the day. Look, you're probably going to get pissed when you're planning a wedding. Things aren't always going to go your way. You will probably also get pissed the day of your wedding, it's just going to happen. The important thing is that you get your ass down that aisle without punching anyone and get hitched to the person you love. And cake. That's important, too.