I let out a big sigh once we got to the church, or, at least, I tried to. Instead of being relieved that we had arrived and could get this show on the road, I was inundated with more reasons to worry. Namely, I walked through the doors to the church to find about 25 people all looking expectantly back at me and one person even announced "Wow, everyone beat you here!" Definitely didn't help my stress level. I couldn't even process what was going on, and then I was all of a sudden being told to go up to the altar to meet with the wedding coordinator, who then proceeded to ask me for my unity candle and a sample wedding program... neither of which had ever been mentioned as "must-haves" for the rehearsal. I embarrassingly told her that I had neither, to which she responded with a "Well, um, that's OK. We'll just have to make do, I suppose." Perfect, thanks for that vote of confidence.
I returned to the pews, where everyone else had assembled, and officially felt like I had earned the title of "Most Disorganized Bride Ever." The fact that I didn't think to bring a program or the unity candle (despite the fact that I was never asked to bring them) made me feel like SUCH an inadequate human being. Seriously. I started to get shaky, nervous, and sweaty. The priest then called me back to try and find the readings I had selected (which were listed in the MIA program), and thankfully we were able to remember which readings had been selected. I had been at my own rehearsal for about 5 minutes and had already committed a big handful of no-nos. I was a mess. The palms of my hands were drenched in sweat, I felt clammy, and I thought I was about 2 seconds from a serious bout of some dry heaves. And, fun fact, I get stress hives on my face if I have a mildly stressful conversation about paying the cable bill, so you can imagine how blotchy and itchy I was getting at this stage in the bridal-fail game.
Once again, I tried to collect myself, with Mr. Snow Cone reassuring me that now that the rehearsal was underway, things would be fine.
Please note the death-grip I had on Mr. Snow Cone's hand during all of this.
Photo by my brother P