Weddingbee Blog

Oh, Friday. Friday was a special day. Friday brought me some of the highest highs and lowest lows of our wedding weekend. Here goes nothing!

Warning: this is a long and whiny post, but it has a happy ending - promise!

First up: The Bad - remember how my last post ended with Burger and I blissfully drunk on love (/lots of beer)? Well if you guessed that I would be feeling that decision on Friday morning, you were most certainly correct. I had a killer headache, which made me totally crabby. Also, I was exhausted, therefore my crabbiness was compounded. I woke up Burger, who felt equally awesome, to get dressed and start moving all of the crap in the suite to the hotel ballroom. After we were done with the big move (round 2), Burger left me to go check into his suite.

At this point, my mom and I started the process of filling my beloved macarons. Can you believe that I didn’t take any pictures of them during the baking process? Forgive me - here they are in a bag, pre-filling below. I originally planned on making my own filling, but at the last minute blackberry jam seemed like a good (pre-made) substitute. Plus, it’s purple (small victories here, people)!

Guess what? Filling 150 macarons 24 hours before your wedding when you’re tired and hungover is actually not that much fun! I was miserable, but too stubborn to stop helping, so instead I sat there covered in jam, pouting until I finally gave in and just. let. my. parents. do. it. They finished the macarons and then iced 200 mini carbomb cupcakes (oh yes, they are as delicious as they sound) so that I could quickly shower because I was running late. I am so thankful for/feel terrible for my parents, who dealt with my shenanigans all morning and afternoon.

The Ugly - So, I was hungover, tired, frustrated, and now late as I hurried to get ready to meet my mom, MIL, SIL, and Sister at our nail appointment, when I realized that I needed some things at the store. Because I was going to be in appointments all afternoon, I thought I would call Burger and ask him to pick the stuff up for me. He said he would and then stopped by the room to get the list I made for him - I emphasized that the “tissue paper” on the list was the kind for stuffing gift bags, NOT the kind you blow your nose into. Twice.

Turns out, Burger was pretty stressed as well. He was working on a little something special for me (found this out later), and he really wasn’t focused on the conversation about my shopping list.

Do you get where this is going?

As I was heading out the lobby door with our families to run to the salon, Burger walked in with a shopping bag:

What I Wanted vs. What I Got

I could see the Kleenex through the bag, and for some reason, that was just the switch I needed to set me into full Bridezilla mode - “ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” I screamed at him. In front of our siblings and parents. Oh and some random hotel guests. It was truly ugly. He was embarrassed. I was embarrassed.

I definitely regret that it happened. Luckily, we were laughing about the great tissue paper blowout as early as a few hours later with our friends, but it was still horrible in that moment.

This is my “OMG-why-can’t-anything-that-I-delegate-go-correctly” forced smile at the nail salon just a few minutes later.

I was so glad to finally relax at the nail salon. Surrounded by my sisters and moms, I felt the day start to turn around.

Sister Burger

Sister Cheeseburger

I calmed down and enjoyed my pedicure, and sweet Sister Cheeseburger went and got me some lunch (hunger most likely contributed to my meltdown as well… I know, I’m just full of excuses). An hour later, we were done and I was off to my second hair trial (my first one back in January just didn’t cut it).

After my trial that afternoon, my hair was better but still not exactly what I was looking for. Most of my friends and family were still encouraging me to just do my hair the way I do daily (see above picture), but I really wanted something special for my wedding day. Trying to have a better attitude about everything, I just smiled and crossed my fingers that the next morning, all the pieces would fall into place.

And Finally: The Good

Phew! Wow, are you still with me? If you are, thank you (!), because this is when everything turns to rainbows and butterflies. Yes, I was still tired-headachey-frustrated-late-hairtastrophe, but you know what else I was? The bride. And I was getting married to the man I love with all my heart and soul. And it was time to go meet our friends and family at the church!

Unfortunately, I forgot to specifically designate a photographer at the church, so I don’t have pictures of the actual rehearsal. But it ran perfectly smoothly thanks to our wonderful priest and our fabulous coordinator. I actually didn’t see most of the rehearsal because I was playing the role of bride, which left me hiding around a corner. I must say, not being in charge felt AWESOME.

After our rehearsal, we headed to dinner at another local hotel.

It was as if all of the terrible parts of the day hadn’t happened at all. I was just so happy.

I was surrounded by our families and friends and in the arms of my love - how could I not feel like the luckiest girl in the world?

Then came the fun part - we gifted our bridal party, our ceremony participants, and our parents.

Everyone loved their gifts, especially our moms. We got them each a set of three diamond rings, telling them that, to us, the rings represented the Cheeseburger family, the Burger family, and now our new family (they cried :)).

Finally, Burger and I got to say a few things. He went first, giving the most lovely, sentimental speech I had ever heard. He got choked up. I cried. Then, already crying, I gave my speech, which I basically sobbed through.

I truly have never felt so blessed and loved in my entire life, and even though Friday got off to a rough start, I will always cherish it because of the time spent with the people I love.

Cheeseburger Tips:

1. Avoid Hangovers. I won’t tell you not to drink, but definitely know your limit! I cannot imagine how brides who get a little too tipsy at their rehearsal dinner survive their wedding day. Maybe I just can’t handle my alcohol anymore, but trust me - have a few drinks but don’t get drunk.

2. Do not schedule anything for the day before your wedding if you can at all avoid it. Things come up, and you will love to have that time to just relax and get the damn tissue paper yourself. If I was thinking ahead, I would have gotten my hair and nails done on Thursday and left Friday wide open.

3. Take deep breaths. This didn’t work for me (obviously), but it could work for you. If you’re prone to “bridal moments”, practice your deep breathing before the wedding so that you don’t flip out on your future husband in front of everyone the day before your wedding.

4. Assign a non-bridal party family member or friend that you trust to be your personal paparazzi - even better if you can snag a DSLR for the weekend. Seriously. I love all of our pro pics, and wish I had more pictures from events on Friday and Sunday.

Catch up!

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