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My third wedding nightmare

This seriously has to stop.

So it’s apparently past my wedding day and I’m in TO looking at pictures of the day only to realize that I was not wearing my wedding dress. I was wearing a wedding dress, but it wasn’t mine. So I’m furious, and start yelling at my parents: “why am I not wearing my own wedding dress! I can’t believe you let me go down the aisle in someone else’s dress!” to which my mom replies “how come you can’t tell your own dress from someone else’s!” (mom-1, tee-0).

I go to my closet and see the dress in there in it’s white covering and I’m fuming  “the dress is right here! you didn’t know that this is my dress! it’s in the dress cover and everything!” At this point, I call A, who’s staying at his parents (even after we get married, it’s all backwards I know) and I’m whining to him about the whole situation. A says “Are you sure it’s your wedding dress?” And I say “of course it’s my dress! How can you not tell a wedding dress from -” and I open the covering hanging in my closet and it’s a ridiculous pink prom dress in there. Apparently I wanted to get married in a pink prom dress.

And of course I stared at it while on the phone with A thinking “what in the hell was I thinking?”

Good thing I woke up before I saw my mom again, otherwise I’d have to listen to her smug “I told you so” (and no, that doesn’t up her score to 2).

My second wedding nightmare

Apparently it was June 19th and I was bumming around my house when my mom shows up at my door and asks why I’m not dressed yet. And I say “dressed for what?” and she says “your wedding”. Er?

Apparently I thought my wedding was supposed to be a week later on June 26th, but I was wrong and people were on their way over to our house as we spoke. To make matters worse, I realized that Steph’s dress was still in Seattle, so one of my bridesmaids had no dress to wear! Crap! And Elaine’s was still be altered! Double crap! So I’m running around in my jeans and plaid shirt (I dunno why, I don’t even own a plaid shirt anymore) wondering what to do when Steph shows up at my door all angry that I didn’t get her dress yet, and then she’s even more angry because she’s also wearing jeans and a plaid shirt, and again with the whole “my vendors aren’t around because I told them all june 26th” deal.

This sucks, I hate waking up angry. I seriously need to get on this planning bandwagon. Currently on my to-do list: music.

My first wedding nightmare

I had a dream last night that it was my wedding day, and I was for some reason getting married at some old wooden church and all of my vendors were AWOL. So all my guests were seated at 10:55 and I’m downstairs waiting to make my grand entrance when someone tells me my minister isn’t here. And I’m like, wtf? But that’s okay, because I’m a church, and the minister of whatever parish this is can perform my ceremony for me! So I go on a hunt for the church minister in my wedding dress –

Oh, yeah and my wedding dress was my actual wedding dress, but for some reason the bottom hemming had come undone completely when I put it on at the church, so it held in place by safety pins and came out like a giant fishtail. It was… not pretty.

– so I’m running around trying to find the priest, and when I finally find him he says he can’t perform my ceremony because I’m not a member of the parish. And besides, didn’t I already have a minister booked? So I mentally shake my fist at him and decide to try and call the minister I booked to find out where the heck he is, only to take out my phone and realize it was completely dead. Angry and cursing to the sky, I pull out my bag to find the binder of contracts except it’s not there because I didn’t bring it. Genius.

So now I demand a computer (and at this point the priest cannot deny my request because I’m going bridezilla) to try and find his contact online because I’m sure it’s on some website somewhere, and while I’m scouring the internet, a groomsman comes by and timidly asks what to tell the guests who are getting antsy upstairs. The clock reads 11:30. I say just play some music in the meantime, and tell them we’re having some logistics issues. to which the groomsman replies, but the DJ isn’t here. And I have a complete freakout. All of my vendors apparently were a no-show, and I had no contacts for any of them, and everything was late and my guests were slowly getting up and leaving ahhahaa.

And in the middle of my freakout, I woke up completely angry and disoriented and it was completely dark outside and I had no idea what time it was.

So I drank some water and went back to bed. Angry.