Okay, I have a little time to explain the wedding day, now, since honey is leaving for work.
I stayed at our hotel the night before the wedding, because I don't have decent air conditioning in our apartment. I did not want to be sweating off my makeup while I was getting ready. OMG... the mattress was trying to kill me. I only got two hours of sleep. I woke up and was crying because my back was hurting so bad. (I never cry over back pain). I was contemplating driving back home to our house to sleep in my bed at home, but the drive was too far, and I wouldn't have been able to sleep well, anyway. I managed to get another hour of sleep, before I had to wake up.
Traffic was a beast, I got stuck behind a tractor going 20 mph in a 45... which made me 10 minutes late for my hair appt. My hair dresser was supposed to do my hair and makeup and my sister's hair. I asked her several times before the wedding day if she thought she could handle doing both our hair and my makeup, she said yes. I tried to make the appt for earlier, to be on the safe side, and she said it wasn't necessary.
My appt was at 10:30... I had to be at the hotel at 1:30 for pictures. My hairdresser wanted to stop my makeup to do my sisters, and I told her I was worried about the time, and that the photographer and the videographer were waiting for me. She told me we would be fine, and would be able to get it all done soon. I told her I wanted her to finish my makeup before she started on my sister's hair (and thank God for that!). She took forever. I was so late. If my hands weren't shaking like a leaf because I was so late, I would have left and done my makeup myself.She was not done with my hair and makeup until 2:15... and she didn't even do my sister's hair.
I was infuriated. My maid of honor could not even get her hair done, and my two bridesmaids got their hair done, as well as my mother and my aunt. So everyone except the closest person to me were made to feel special on my wedding day. My sister looked stunning, anyway, but I knew she wanted her hair up to keep her cool, all day.
When I talked to my hairdresser and told her, AGAIN, that we were supposed to be AT the hotel which was 30 minutes away AT 1:30, she said, "It's okay: they can't start the party without you." I felt like saying, BIIITCH... I spent $3,200 on a photographer and I have waisted and hour and a half of it at the salon. And just because I am the bride does not give me the license to be rude. (How would she like it if a client were an hour and a half late to a hair appt)
Needless to say, I was extremely late for pictures, the bridesmaids just went to the venue instead of going to the hotel. We only managed to get a couple of pictures of me in my dress, before my photographer had to leave to shoot the groom, at the venue. She was not able to get a lot of pictures, so we had to do our pictures after dinner. Just as my husband and I were going to greet our guests, the photographer stopped me and told me we had to take pictures because the light was getting really low. It felt like we missed everything, And we were not able to say hello to everyone, until they opened the dance floor at 8pm. (I wish the DJ opened the dance floor before we were done with our dances so our guests could have had fun.)
People were leaving early, and I know it was because they thought I was rude. I was just so upset. I tried to be mindful of my guests, and thanking ALL of them for coming was just not in the cards. I greeted as many people as I could, without hubby, and he did the same without me. I just started calling people yesterday to thank them for coming, and to apologize for spending so much time in pictures. My ceremony, also, started 5 minutes late. Grumble. I was shaking the whole night. It wasn't until they opened the dance floor and my guests were able to have fun, was I able to relax. I felt like the worst hostess ever. We did extend our dance floor for another hour, because we felt like it was over too soon. And my back held out to through the night... thanks to my dress! It was like a back brace. I dreaded going back to our hotel. I had to sleep on the couch while FI slept a little on the bed.