After our relaxing morning causing a raucous at the spa, we had some lunch in the room (soooo thrilled to see my fav veg place from college, Flaming Icecube has made it to Cleveland!). BHibs’s manicure was running late, so we started without her.
And we waited.
And finished eating.
And waited more.
‘Oh, it’s alright – we don’t have to be down to rehearsal until 3:30. No worries!’ – S
(that was me trying to be cool/calm/collected, NON-bridezilla for a second.)
BHibs finally emerges – 45 minutes after schedule, shoves some food down her hole, and everybody scatters to their rooms to get ready.
With about 10 minutes before departure, I pull on my super cute, so-excited-about-it silky dress from Francesca’s (at the Irvine Spectrum, if you care) and…
Why are my boobs hanging out??! Shit.
Bra-switch – Still hangin out.
Belt it – no help.
Dug out the emergency sewing kit Gma H gave me for Christmas that I threw in my suitcase at the last second. Put in a quick stitch to hold the v-neck in a V-shape and not a wiiiiiiide open U, say “ahh F it”, and rush out the door just in time.
Heh…. yeah, I did say 3. WTF bridesmaids??? Was I really so terrifying that none of you could correct me when I kept saying “ohhh we have pleennnnnty of time! rehearsal isn’t until 3:30!”
I really didn’t think I was THAT bad…
(That’s an actual, verbatim, might be the EXACT moment I said it quote. The guys do not appear to enjoy being bossed around.)
I will admit I was completely and 100% overwhelmed at this point. There were pesky little BS projects that needed finished, I hadn’t met with the band or sound guy yet, hair & makeup was starting early, and my artillery of expensive dermatological creams & gels were losing the Stress-ne War.
Not to mention, I realized at that point “my Hyatt girl” was a catering manager and not the day-of coordinator I desperately needed.
(my bad. it clearly says “catering manager” in her email signature. I just thought maybe she had an alter ego for weekend events?)
So after hee-hawing my way through a self-hosted rehearsal (“uhh, so then, will the people be seated then? yeah. and then the guys will, uh… you’ll go stand up there, and B & Bob you’ll already be there… and then the girls will start walking when the music gets to that one spot…”), we RAN across the street to the Winking Lizard – where lots of popcorn-eating, beer-drinking, and Tribe game-watching brought me back down to earth.
And B got a few more last-minute “REALLY??” looks from his lovely bride-to-be…
(secret’s out – his real name’s not “B”)
Ok but then we made out up and were cute :
As L mentioned, she, MT, & I ditched out early to get some last-minute things taken care of and my anxiety/OCD in check. We had a really fun night assembling programs, organizing playlists, and bawling our eyes out over sentimental gifts for each other.
Mini Twin made me the sweetest-ever scrapbook, I gave L her custom Livestrong band, and L’s card to me with the 2011 penny had us all in tears.
Which was kind of the opposite of what everyone else was doing :
Oh well. I got up and worked out at 7:30 and I bet a billion dollars none of those fools did. I win!
Next up : prep for the big day!