So…the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner…
You should know that I really didn’t expect it to be that complicated. I’d never been to a wedding where there were invitations to the rehearsal dinner—probably because I’d never been in a wedding before. I guess I just expected 1) that everyone who was invited would KNOW they were invited. (We did spread it around via word of mouth that all our out of town guests were welcome to attend. Some, apparently, didn’t get the word.) Oops? 2) that people know that the attire to rehearsal dinners, even ones that are held in church basements, have semi-formal dress code. The Bunny bridesmaids and my family managed to get the message.
(I was bossy as I told people where to stand, I guess.)
But apparently our groomsmen were unaware of this tradition.