Wedding Blog

“What do you mean ‘the groom’s tux is in Austin’”?!? , I asked the woman behind the counter as she stared back at me blankly, clearly not grasping the severity of the situation. She simply repeated herself offering no assistance whatsoever. I immediately grabbed my BlackBerry and dialed Mr. L, silently praying he hadn’t left the house yet.

“Hi honey… where are you?” He was slow to respond, fearing I’d scold him for getting a late start.

“Um… we’re on the road, about 30 minutes from SA… I know we were supposed to leave earlier, but…” I cut him off to explain that not only did we owe a sizable balance on the tuxes but additionally his was being held hostage in A-town. My sweet sweet groom kept calm and told me to just pay for the tuxes and to call best man Ryan, believing that he had gotten an even later start (remember that the bachelor party had wound down mere hours earlier). While still on the phone with Mr. L, I barked orders at my sister to call Ryan and explain the situation, begging him to stop by the Men’s Warehouse before he left, hoping with every fiber of my being that he hadn’t hit the road yet.

Fate was on our side that afternoon as we learned Ry had just left his place and hadn’t passed the MW yet. He was quick to point out that this unplanned stop would cause him and GMSeth to be a tad later to the rehearsal, but that it wouldn’t be a problem. Back on the BlackBerry I dialed our rock star coordinator, Becky, to let her know we’d all be running a bit late to the rehearsal while I tossed my credit card to Kelly to settle up the tab for the remaining tuxes.

The sky was still charcoal as we headed back to the hotel to regroup. While my sister went to the room to freshen up I hit the hotel bar for (another) glass of Pinot, as my nerves were shot. I took the wine outside and I noticed the clouds began to clear and a sliver of sun started to peek through. I did a little happy dance as I headed inside and became even more excited when I ran into Mr. L and GMRyan M. (we had 3 Ryans in our party!) in the lobby. I hadn’t seen Mr. P in over 24 hours and was ecstatic to be reunited.

About an hour later we rallied the troops and caravanned over to the Club to rehearse the art of gettin’ hitched. Slowly but surely all required parties trickled in and we got down to business. Mr. L had been quiet all afternoon up until this point and I hadn’t realized that he had a massive hangover and was working on a scant few hours of sleep. Someone was wise enough to head over to the grill and grabbed a cheeseburger, fries, and coke to sustain him, and he promptly ate it. At the altar. Priceless.

The groom and his father trying to rehydrate

I have no idea what they are looking at to the right…

My lovely mother, beautiful flower girls, and their parents

Dear friends/ceremony musicians scoping out the weather

My BEAUTIFUL ribbon/practice bouquet crafted by BMChristina

We definitely had some incredible weather karma, as the afternoon turned out to be unbelievably beautiful. The sun was shining, the humidity had broken, and the grass was a vibrant green due to the torrential downpours we had experienced in the days and hours leading up to our trial run. All in all we probably only practiced for about 15 minutes and spent about a combined hour and change drinking and laughing with the wedding party and parents. It was a blast and I was pumped to get changed and head out to La Fogata for our evening fiesta.

Coming up, cascarones and cocktails and celebrations, oh my!

Previously in the series:
Thursday.
Rain, Rain, Go Away