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I scheduled some “down time” between the photo shoot and ceremony for a second rehearsal, family portraits, and general relaxation. When we got to the venue, the security guard looked at us in the bus skeptically. The venue is part of a large studio lot with just one building that had only *one* wedding on the day we were there. I’m wearing a big poofy white dress. Let me in already. We finally got in and I felt like a kid in a candy store (OK it wasn’t *that* exciting) randomly roaming around the venue knowing I could go anywhere with the big white dress.

in flippity flops, sipping on some water

Funnily enough, this is the part of the day I felt most out of control.

There were 30+ people running around with our families, vendors, and venue coordinator. At the same time, I knew I had to just let it all go. Eric, our venue coordinator, would be taking care of all the details from here on out. And he has done over 500 weddings (I think in 10 years?). In fact, we had previously gone through the schedule in meticulous detail (just how I like it). It was nice to see the setting up “behind the scenes.” I had been separated from my paper products for a few days by then. Hello, escort cards. Nice to see you again.

We did one last rehearsal. Since I didn’t want to walk down the aisle in my dress before the ceremony, I stepped out for some quiet time and walked around. Here are all my ladies resting their heels. I hope they remember to put them back on for the ceremony.

Afterwards, Mr. Lobster and I signed the marriage certificate. It’s about to get all official in here.

My most zen moment in our one hour was when I did one last practice dance with my dad. Maybe it was because I had to concentrate on the steps, but it calmed me down a bit to think quarter turns and box steps.

In the bridal suite, I put on my veil. I took some photos with my bridesmaids. I had just enough time to post “About to walk down the aisle” on Facebook. Then, just as we were about to toast, Eric knocked on the door and said it was time.

Already?!?!? I’m not ready!!!!! I started to feel my palms go cold and sweaty. It felt like there was some force moving us all that I couldn’t stop. I could have used another…10 minutes.

I remember standing there in our walking order with my sisters and best friends in front of me, Mr. Lobster’s parents, my mom and grandpa, the groomsmen in front of them and Mr. Lobster leading the pack. And me next to my dad. It was the last quiet moment between my family and bridal party.

So of course I had to ruin it and say, “Is it cold in here or is it just me?” Then I started yelling out “Love you!” to my girls. The venue coordinator stood at the front, giving a pep talk to each person as they were about to walk out. I know he was saying things to make people smile and / or tear up as I later saw wetness in my sisters’ eyes as they walked down the aisle. Damn you, Eric. I saw my sisters, my maids of honor, walk out together. I could see the last couple rows of guests.

As if that wasn’t enough. My dad whispered to me, “I have something I want to show you.” And he broke out a fortune cookie paper. I about died because I knew I was going to start crying. I even said “Dad, don’t make me cry. And walk slow.” I can’t even remember what the paper said now but it was about how today you get everything you wished for (Don’t worry. He mentioned it again in his speech so I’ll roll the tape to find out).

Then it was time.

If you missed part of this lobster tale…

• Girls Get Ready
• Guys Eat Burgers
• Our First Look
• Puppy’s First Look
• A Bridal Party in Brooklyn

All photos by CLY Creation unless otherwise noted.