So, remember our runaway groomsman?
A month has passed since Mr. Jaguar received the email from his friend, pulling out of our wedding and I’m happy to announce that the £500 has finally been returned to us. Unfortunately, aside from the money showing up in our bank account, there’s been no other contact: no emails, no messages, no nothing. I think it’s fairly safe to say that whatever friendship may have been hanging in the balance is now officially scrapped.
For the most part, my husband-to-be has handled the whole thing beautifully. That’s not to say that he hasn’t been completely gutted by it all—oh, he has. There was even talk about wishing we’d never bothered with this kind of wedding at all, instead wishing we had simply got married in a tiny, intimate ceremony while we both lived in the UK. But he’s been a great sport, and I’ve left the decision about his groomsman completely in his court, to leave them as just two (his best man and brother, and my little brother) or to ask someone else as a stand-in.
Just this past week, he chose the latter. He went to a friend, shared the whole story, and then broached the subject of whether he’d be interested in joining his dudes and standing up beside him. Our new groomsman, D, used to work with our ex-groomsman, so it meant that while explaining the whole drop-out situation was awkward, at least he was in the know from the get-go. And best of all, HE SAID YES. I am so thrilled for Mr. Jaguar—I know how awkward it is to ask someone to be a stand in (been there, done that, remember?) and I’m glad it worked out.
The boys: hanging out in our favourite French restaurant in London-town.
Hopefully we’ve had our fair share of bridal party dramas now, what with us both making some changes and finding out who we really want standing with us on the wedding day, and with just 60 days to go, I’m crossing my fingers for smooth sailing here on in.
Did you struggle with the bridal party crazies?
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