Weddingbee

The Bubblegums have returned from Bar Harbor, equipped with all sorts of Bar Harbor minimooning advice*!!

Do: Stay Downtown – The main part of Bar Harbor is about, oh, I’d say… one… square foot? So there are really only a few hotels that are right there in the thick of it. Others are definitely walkable, but there’s something gratifying about walking out of your hotel room and onto the dock. The two big ones are The Bar Harbor Inn (where we stayed) and The Harborside Hotel. In addition, there are all sorts of cute little inns – a couple I remember seeing downtown were called the Ullikana Inns - like DOLLHOUSES.

Also, if you can find one, a room on the ocean is clutch. Here we are on our balcony, ocean at our backs:

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Because weddings are so garsh darn expensive, Mr. BG and I had made the decision a while back to forego the big honeymoon for the time being. The plan is to spend a couple weeks in Paris sometime next year. In the meantime, however, we had made no plans to honeymoon. Our wedding was Saturday, and I was at work on Tuesday. Let me tell you - not a good choice. I have been a zombie for a week and cannot believe I haven’t made myself unwind.

SO, last night, Mr. BG and I planned an impromptu mini-moon for this weekend. I am SUPER excited!! We’ll be travelling up to the beeeautiful Bar Harbor Inn:

The one thing that I find so so cool is that Bar Harbor is home to Cadillac Mountain. From the peak of Cadillac Mountain, you will be the first in the U.S. to see the sun rise. AND, supposedly, if you turn around, you will see the moon setting at the same time. Cameras will be brought!!

Has anyone else regretted not taking a honeymoon or minimoon right after the wedding?

Let me just say: our ceremony was amazing - despite the fact that it was absolutely in no way how I had pictured it. For one, I had pictured it outside. Sun shining. People squinting. A giant, petal-covered aisle leading to a modest gazebo.

It was nothing like that. Outside, rain was falling. At three pm, I was told my ceremony would take place on the dance floor while people sat at their assigned table. I would have no petal-covered aisle, no gazebo - just an arbor on a large slab of linoleum. I was grateful for the ceremony, but something about having no aisle was nagging at me.

At three thirty, I pointed out to my coordinator that we had already paid to have the ceremony chairs… and as almost half the room was clear of tables, I wanted her to fit as many chairs as she could. At first, she told me 10. Later, she told me 70. At about four fifteen, they had fit all 109 chairs with room to spare. I had an aisle. The best man quickly set to work on the petal design I had pictured.
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About three and a half hours before our ceremony, I was driving to my hair appointment. As I was driving, my mother was telling me a ridiculously long, drawn out story about a friend of hers who had four very different husbands. It was meant to distract me. Meanwhile, I was imagining what would transpire were there no wedding here today.

Let me rewind.

I woke up on my wedding morning. The sun was shining. Ahh, so maybe the stories would be true. For over a week, people had been inundating me with stories about rainy days that cleared up just as a wedding was about to occur. Maybe it would actually happen to me too.

An hour later, it started pouring. Pouring. Lightening, thunder, the works. I sulked. We called our coordinator to see what she thought we should do. Her line was busy. We called another line. It was busy.
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Ahem - we’re married! And we’re happy!! And we’re exhausted!!!

It was really just an amazing day. I had started to feel like nothing was going to go right, and I had started to worry that I wouldn’t properly enjoy our day. Amazingly, I really do feel like most everything was perfect, and I don’t know if there’s a picture of me where I’m not grinning ear to ear. Who knew!

The big question of the weekend has been - does it feel any different? Mr. BG’s response has been that his finger feels heavier. For me, it has struck me in two minor ways so far:

1. I have been holding Mr. BG’s hand for 6 and a half years now. It was a bit of a shock the first time I took his left hand and felt a ring there.

2. Soon before the ceremony, I was ready to get dressed but needed to make sure Mr. BG was okay with finishing the setup. I shuffled into the reception hall and asked, “where is my boyfriend?” (in our year+ engagement, I still sometimes forget to say fiancé). Later in the night, I ended up dancing solo and asked, “where is my… husband?” That made me giggle.
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Today we leave for the wedding!! We are driving up to Old Orchard Beach this afternoon (assuming all goes well), setting up tonight (which is AWWWWESOME because they don’t have a Friday wedding), and then the festivities begin for our thunderstormy wedding tomorrow!!

Thank you all for your help in this process! I always know I can turn to the hive for the toughest questions!! I’ll be back Sunday and the picture-sharing will begin!!!

Before I go, I will leave you with this: what does it look like to have 700 flowers at the foot of your bed?? I think it’s something… like this…

GASP! I think I’m getting married soon!! And I thouggght there was something we needed to do first… OH YEAH, GET LICENSED.

Well, luckily we did. Since we’re both living in NH, we got to take our pick of Maine town halls - so we hopped the border into Kittery (home of the wonderful Kittery Outlets) and got ourselves semi-hitched!

And we even photo-documented:

How do I know it’s getting close? Because the OOT bags are ready to go!! This was a long time coming, since those tote bags had been sitting here since December. And now I get to share the process!!

Step 1: Ordering totes. There were a few routes I was considering:

I thought these were super cute, and they’re only $2/piece for the large size. However, the “large” size is only 5×5x3, so definitely an option if you can control yourself on the stuffing.
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Hello hive! I apologize for my recent silence - it’s not that I’ve ceased to exist, but well, my wedding is in NINE DAYS and I am fah-REAKING out. I’m sure everyone experiences the irony where work is slow for 8 months and then BAM it picks up like CRAZY the two weeks before the wedding? Well, I’m in the midst of it now, but I’m blowing off that craziness next week to get ready for the wedding, so hopefully that means I’ll have more time to post.

I just had to throw in this brief post right now because something big has occured, and I couldn’t think of a better place to vent. What could be so big?? Well, the ten day forecast is now out to include May 31st:

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With only a little over three weeks left until the wedding, I have uttered my share of swear words. But none, in my mind, is so vile, so awful, so MEAN as this one:

Bridezilla.

*shudder*

It makes me cringe. Thus far, I have been called a bridezilla twice, and both instances with forever be ingrained in my memory.

On the first occasion, I was on the phone with my mother. It was 5 days after our RSVP deadline. We had been able to track down loose responses from all of our delinquents except for one cousin, who had asked my mother: “Would she rather I say yes, and possibly not come, or say no, and possibly show up?” When my mom relayed this message, I think I said something along the lines of, “Neither. Is she *swear word* kidding me?” Well, apparently said cousin’s “life is in flux,” to which I responded, “If she doesn’t care to figure it out, then she doesn’t care to come.” In the midst of my yelling, my mother said to me, “Oh Becca, just calm down and stop being such a BRIDEZILLA.”
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