Disney Wedding Day – Part Twenty-Five
I found most of my bridal party and assorted friends enjoying a pizza and a bottle of wine poolside. Janean had made it back with her purse, despite having sprained her ankle at the reception. Apparently, as the alcohol wore off, the ankle got worse, so a bottle of wine was prescribed as a anti-ankle-pain remedy. I did not know this, however, because Janean didn’t want to bother me on my wedding day.
This brings me to one of the big drawbacks of being the bride…a drawback that I had not heard about at all during the wedding planning phase. When you’re the bride, people don’t want to burden you. This means that they will intentionally leave you out of the loop. How out of the loop, you may ask? Well, here’s the top three things that nobody told me because I was the bride:
My bridesmaid, Margi, was newly pregnant with her second child.
My bridesmaid, Michelle, had just gotten engaged to be married.
My bridesmaid, Janean, sprained her ankle at the reception during the Love Shack, which is ironic because she hates that song.
Additionally, I found out later that one person was sick during the reception, two others had gone way overboard with the open bar, and my brother had body checked my great-aunt on the dance floor.
(She popped right back up.) Bah…I hate being out of the loop…
My people were all pretty worn out, so I headed over to the bus stop with Kyle’s brother and some of Kyle’s friends to meet up with Kyle and catch the bus to Downtown Disney. We missed one bus while waiting for him, but he was having trouble wrangling everyone else together, so we ended up hopping on the next bus without him. I don’t spend a whole lot of time with Kyle’s friends without Kyle, especially his brother, so it was fun to hang out with them for a little while. I still haven’t totally wrapped my head around the fact that I have a brother-in-law. That’s such a grown up concept. I feel like anyone younger than forty is too young to have a brother-in-law.
My mom, stepdad, and little brother were all there when we got to the bar. We had to wait about twenty minutes for a table, so we milled around and checked out the gift shop. Kyle got there not long after we did and slowly people started to roll in and join us.
In the end, we had about 20 people meet up with us at Raglan Road, which is a decent amount considering we only had 55 guests. I would have thought everyone would have been too exhausted to show up, but that’s probably because I was projecting my exhausted-ness on everyone else. We got some snacks and what not, but mostly we just hung out and chatted. I caught up with a cousin that I hadn’t seen in years and finally had a chance to talk to Kyle’s cousins and his parents, who I had pretty much missed all day. I think some people went out after the rest of us decided we were ready to hit the hay, but Kyle and I just couldn’t get it together to keep the party going. Between being sick and being exhausted, I think we’ve never been more done with life in our lives.
By the time we got back to Pop Century, I was dragging Kyle along with me. He actually fell onto his bed, on top of all our wedding stuff, and was asleep immediately. I was close to following his example, but my hair was still full of puffy curls, with little bits of glitter tossed in for good measure, so I took a shower and finally un-bride-ed myself. I loved being a bride, but one of the best parts of the whole day was combing out my wet hair, sitting on the bed in Kyle’s pajamas (hey, he wasn’t using them!), and watching the Disney channel at 1:00 AM.
I was still sort of jittery with excitement when I turned out the light and it took me a while to go to sleep. I just kept replaying the day in my head, still incredulous that nothing had gone wrong. An entire year’s worth of planning and it had actually all come together, been wonderful, and passed. We’d had our dream wedding and now, I would never, ever, ever, have to plan a wedding again.