I already alluded to the fact that when BM L, A, and I drove past the rehearsal dinner location, I thought something looked strange. At that moment, I put it out of my mind, but nevertheless, it kept bugging me.
When we returned to the beach house, my cell phone rang. It was Mommy Buttons, and she had some interesting news. MIL Buttons had arranged with the rehearsal dinner restaurant to drop off the centerpieces on Friday morning so she wouldn’t have to worry about them on Saturday. She had arrived at the restaurant that morning to discover the doors were closed, chained, and padlocked! She had spoken with the manager that Tuesday, only 3 days earlier… and there seemed to be nothing wrong at that time. However, at some point between Tuesday and Friday, the restaurant had closed. And, of course… they hadn’t informed MIL Buttons of this.
So… there we were… without a rehearsal dinner location for the following evening. If it was a small dinner, I might not have been concerned. However, our rehearsal dinner was scheduled for 60 guests, and it was being held on a Saturday night… on a holiday weekend. As soon as Mommy Buttons told me the news about our original restaurant closing, I could feel my heart (and stomach) drop down to my toes. This… was… not… good!
Now, I’m going to pause the story for a moment. During my planning process, I constantly was hearing how there really is no way to avoid at least one thing from going wrong in relation to your wedding day. I wholeheartedly agree with this statement. Something IS going to go wrong at SOME point during your wedding festivities. But, you know what? Things have a way of working themselves out. Breathe in… breathe out…
At first, I thought that our rehearsal dinner was going to be a catastrophe. How in the world were we going to resolve this problem in less than 24 hours? I figured that we would have to order pizzas and eat them in our hotel lounge, or something to that accord. Well, luck happened to be on our side. MIL Buttons had frantically searched around the area, and ended up visiting a restaurant where Mr. Buttons’ brother had held his rehearsal dinner a few years back. They were able to accommodate the size of our group, AND they were willing to recreate our menu to the best of their ability (our guests had already pre-selected their dinner choice for the evening). Problem solved! The only thing we had to do now was to inform our guests of the new location, and give them directions! Sigh of relief? Indeed. Crisis… averted!
Have you had a moment of panic during your wedding planning?