Weddingbee Blog

I’m wearing an ill-fitting white tank dress, beaded on top, with a bolero-style jacket. I just came back from the salon, with a Tina Turner-style hair cut. I’m a bit upset, but no one else seems to notice.

“If you’re not ready soon, we’ll have to postpone the wedding until next week.”

I look like I put my fingers in the socket; I clearly can’t get married looking like this! I comb my hair and it gets a a little better. Perhaps if I go outside, the humidity will flatten it out? On my run back (yes with the wedding dress on) down Washington Road in Princeton, I see the Duke Lacrosse team going for a team run. Go Duke. I get back and my hair is finally lying flat, except the humidity has caused it to curl up a bit.

“If you’re not ready soon, we’ll have to postpone the wedding until next week.”

I can see the people sitting in the church (yes, I’m Jewish) waiting. I’m a bit sweaty, but I can do this, I look okay. The dress is a bit loose on top. Should I wear the jacket? I look in the mirror and argh! I’m not wearing any makeup.

“If you’re not ready soon, we’ll have to postpone the wedding until next week.”

I wake up. Its 6:00 am.