Married! Getting Ready and Formals
Being a Type A Planner, I was slightly stressed in the days leading up to the wedding, which meant waking up exhausted and already running on adrenaline that morning. After spending some time finishing decorating for the reception and visiting all the lodges to hang out with relatives (and for a big breakfast made by one of the groomsmen!), we started getting ready a little after noon.
At which point I sat down at a table and couldn't decide between putting my head down and sleeping or crying because I'd decided I was in dire need of a Diet Coke even though I very rarely drink caffeine and the only things anyone had were Diet Pepsi or Diet Mountain Dew. I wasn't quite that desperate! I think it was my only bridezilla moment of the day, and luckily all was saved when it was discovered my aunt and uncle were out at the grocery store and could bring me some back.
My hair also would. not. cooperate. My good friend who was supposed to help me with it ended up not being able to come due to a death in the family, and although a practice run earlier in the week went perfectly, I finally just gave up. The wind and jumping pictures destroyed it anyways, and I just decided what my hair looked like was not important to getting married. Obviously. 









Then a toast with my girls before the ceremony, which is about the time I really started feeling like vomiting. Which was also stupid, since it was a smallish wedding and it was all people I knew and cared about and loved.










