After our fantastic day at Harry Potter World, we headed back to the Embassy Suites in downtown Tampa where many of our other guests were ready to get the party started at the Manager’s Reception. For all of you brides who are considering a room block at the Embassy Suites, DO IT. In addition to a hot breakfast, the Embassy Suites also includes a manager’s reception every evening which basically = free booze for two hours. This quickly turned into the unofficial welcome party, and when Mr. Squirrel finally arrived in the last car the whole lobby was chanting his name. It was a blast!
The next morning when I woke up, I was so relieved to see the sun shining. I mean, how could our guests come to Florida and not see some waves? We spent the day at Pass-A-Grille Beach in St. Petersburg.
|My brother in law scoping out the water.|
We couldn’t have possibly been any lazier. We caught some rays, jammed to music, and played in the water.
|Our friends taking a lunch break.|
Eventually we tore ourselves away from the sun and went back to the hotel to get cleaned up for the rehearsal at the church. Our fantastic friends and family helped bring reception decor so we could hand everything over to our coordinator, Christi.
BM A rocking a giant letter
Carry those pillows! (Amazon gift bags are awesome for transporting bulky objects!)
Now to refresh everyone’s memory, two weeks before our wedding, our priest canceled. We had been working with this priest for a year to plan every detail of our ceremony. I sort of took it for granted that since our original priest gave the OK, everything was good to go.
Enter the nightmare church coordinator.
I had never met this coordinator before, but basically her job was to run the rehearsal and make sure everything went smoothly during the ceremony itself. Things started out a little rocky when she kept messing up the order of our bridal party. Granted it was a huge group, but how hard can it be to line up adults?
The ladies weren’t impressed…..
Thankfully, MOH K put on her big girl panties, grabbed a program, and started bossing everyone around. Whew, crisis averted.
Or so I thought. As the rehearsal progressed it felt like every decision we had made with our priest was either “not going to work,” or “not how we do thing here.” Our replacement priest and deacon were there, but they let the coordinator run the show entirely. These issues were all minor things like where we were sitting (on the main floor, not on the alter) and what we had to use (the very traditional kneeler), but it was disappointing to have everything changed after Mr. Squirrel and I had put so much thought into it.
The coordinator was being very pushy and was not willing to adapt whatsoever. I wanted to cry. Here I was with my favorite people in the same room for the first time ever and I literally wanted to throw down, but it took me about .02 seconds to remember to keep it classy. If I learned one thing in my all-girl high school education it is: “If you keep it classy, you will never regret it.”
I don’t really have fun rehearsal pictures, I have a pained face in most of them.
Check out that death stare.
I didn’t mean to have such an internal diva moment. I don’t think anyone but my mother and Mr. Squirrel even realized there were any issues past a bit of minor confusion. But, we made it through the rehearsal alive and you know what they say: A bad dress rehearsal means a great opening night. (At least that’s what my actor brother always says…)
And what an opening night it would be!
Did anyone else have a horrific rehearsal? Did you keep your cool or did your crazies come out to play?
- Tampa, FL
- Genetic Counselor
- Wedding Date:
- May 2013
- Davis Island Garden Club