My wedding was almost a complete disaster. I actually still to this day don't think or talk about it, and absolutely no wedding pictures get hung or brought out from that day. Well lets just say that DH and I have been together since we were 16 which is about 15 years. We never married because I wouldn't, well I finally said yes, lets do it, and I wanted to do it right. Booked all the necessary vendors, and the photographer was the last one. She was recommended to me by DH's boss who used to date her. Now with any relationship there are ups and downs and people breakup for a reason, so what occurred between them was none of my business and I didn't care. I checked out her work and I loved it. She gave me a great price and then reduced it again when DH did her brakes free of charge. So on to the wedding!
Before the ceremony was fine, I thought her white attire was a little off, but whatever! She had a nice white blazer over a white tank top that showed her belly, but she buttoned it, and white pants. Whatever, at this point. My cousin and bridesmaids, were having issues with her that they never told me about, just not to bother me with the small things! Ceremony itself was fine, and then on to the reception. We were there early to take pictures by the lake, so we got there and all the guys hit the bar, ok, fine. She comes walking over with a round of shots for DH, me and her, to toast us. I look and she says is it ok if I have a few? I said as long as its a few and you can still do the job I am paying you for. No problem, I think!
As the night progresses, she is at the bar, when she should be taking pictures, she notices my attitude, and I said to her, just get all the pics that's all I care about. And cool it with the bar. Well my FIL decides to seduce her, and she almost misses the cake cutting. My cousin starts taking pics with her digi cam, and my FIL is feeding her shots at the bar, and then the photographer comes rushing over with her camera, and LAYS DOWN on my conservative Irish Catholic familys table. My bridesmaid go to the bartender and cut her off.
So the night continues, and I go and cut her off, and then a little while later notice who is feeding her the shots. My FIL is getting them for her, so I cut him off! I am almost in tears, but I have things I have to do. So we go with the bouquet toss, and she is nowhere to be found. One family member comes to me and says she is laying on the floor crying and drunk. She gets up and goes to catch the bouquet. With her camera one of my cousins snaps the toss, and she is in the background half naked. WITH HER OWN CAMERA THIS WAS TAKEN!!! I toss it then, I hear another cousin going off on her, saying she is ruining my wedding and she isn't going to stand for it, and that I waited so long to finally do this. So she tells my cousin lets take it outside. I over hear this and go running. I get in between them and the photographer says to me, are you close with her, and I said we don't talk ALL the time but she is my cousin. Well, good then you have my back, and I said, it will be over my dead body that you touch my cousin. Now over running comes my mother, and flashbacks of old fights I would get into and my mother saying you throw one punch and I'm gonna get you. So I look over and my mother says deck her one for me. Up goes the fist mid swing DH steps in and well, sorry for the black eye hun. My cousin is a big girl, she reaches over me grabs the photographer by her neck and lifts her off the ground and tosses her. You go girl!!! The DJ tries to keep things going and my Uncle and mother grab my cousin, while my SIL tends to DH's eye. DH's friends take me, for a round of drinks. I was sober this whole time. We hoot and holler trying to make the best of it.
DH never tossed the garter, so he goes to toss the garter and the photographer was trying to get a drink at the bar, and the bartender filling her shot glass with water, well she got beligerent, and one of my guests, took her out into the parking lot in a headlock. My bridesmaid calls the police, because if she drives out of there, I am responsible. They subdue her until the police arrive and she is arrested and tried to kick out the back window of the police car and resisted arrest. My Uncle comes by me trying to console me and I at this point am livid and don't really know what to do. I never cry and everyone knows this, I more or less push things aside, and I start to cry, and he doesn't know what to do so he gets my brother, who goes now rushing outside to give her a mouth full because she made me cry. If you knew my brother you would know that this is way out of character. So now everyone is stressed but the photographer is out of there. I am still crying. So one of the groomsmen grabs me and says I requested this, I forget the song, but it was a dance song that they play at the clubs, so the party starts to go for about 15 minutes, when someone runs up to me saying that my Uncle just had a heart attack.
This was the Uncle trying to console me, I guess my crying hit home
Just kidding! It wasn't a heart attack, but a mini stroke, and a nurse and doctor at the wedding check him out and say that he will be OK for now but get to the doctor first thing tomorrow.
What a night, exhausted, my friend/bridesmaid's DH/groomsman sees me tearing up after everyone has left, so he goes to his car, and comes back with a bottle of Absolute, and says here first swig is yours! So back and forth we pass the bottle, my left over bridal party come out laugh and go back in because we are just talking and drinking passing it back and forth. We killed the bottle and another friend rips out another one, and its through the circle it goes. It must have been the fact that I was so upset, but I was so sober.
To end the night, DH and I retreat to our room, and all I did all night long was cry. Aren't newlyweds supposed to be having some fun? We didn't he did nothing but wipe my tears for me all night long!
