Weddingbee Blog

It’s hard to believe that it’s been a month and a half since we left Canada for two supremely amazing wedding weeks in Punta Cana. We have finally settled down into a comfortable groove again and though our tans have faded, the memories we made never will. You know what that means: It’s finally time to recap the Breezys’ Destination Wedding in the Dominican Republic, a.k.a. DW in the DR.

Punta Cana, here we come!

It will probably come as no surprise that the last few days before our departure were HECTIC. I actually fully expected to tear my hair out because I just knew there were so many things that wouldn’t fall into place before the very last minute (isn’t that always the case?), but the situation was worse than even I had imagined.

As (bad) luck would have it, Mr Breezy was launching a big campaign at work right before we left which meant he had to pull some looooong hours at the office and so I was largely on my own. Three days before our flight, somewhere in between me running around town getting last minute things and hyperventilating into a brown paper bag, Mr Breezy basically opened the door to the guest room (our designated Wedding Disaster Area), threw a bunch of clothes in there and said, “Good luck, honey. Don’t forget to pack anything.” Considering I had not only our own stuff to pack but also OOT bags and contents for 60 guests, this was no small feat.
I think my favorite part of this experience was just before Mr Breezy checked out of the packing process.

He was standing there contemplating the ginormous pile of crap that we somehow had to magically cram into 3 luggage pieces and he stroked his chin and said earnestly, “You know, I think if you put that stuff in there, you’ll be able to fit your wedding dress right in the top of that large suitcase.”

To which I replied (once I had found my voice, that is), “Um… what? I ain’t stuffing my wedding dress in no freakin’ suitcase Mr Breezy thankyouverymuch… have you completely LOSTYOURMIND?!?” Pretty funny, right? In hindsight, anyway.

Somehow, everything got stuffed in–minus the dress, which I draped over my arm–and we found ourselves at the airport. For the record, my shoes and veil also escaped being smushed into our bags and instead were gingerly tucked into my carry-on bag… ’cause hey, if our luggage got lost, I figured the show could go on with those essential items at hand.

Did you almost lose your mind packing up all your wedding stuff before the big day? If you’re also a DW bride, how do you plan on schlepping all your wedding stuff to your destination?