wedding wednesday

My favorite part of our wedding was the after party, but I guess the most important part would have to be the ceremony. 

We had a full Catholic mass for the ceremony and it was about an hour and 15 minutes or so. Supposed to be an hour, but we had to delay a bit due to craziness. Keep on reading people - it wasn't because we were nervous and had cold feet or anything.

This is an important factor in this story - you can see here that my dress and the bridesmaid's dresses are strapless. 

This picture just makes me laugh so I included it. I look so awkward. Why did he make me do this?!

The ceremony started with the grandparents and parents being seated. Then the readers walked down the aisles. Then A and one of his best men went up to the front. And next came the groomsmen + bridesmaids. This is where it gets interesting.

After the first bridesmaid walked down (pictured above), the church wedding coordinator stopped the rest from walking down. All Catholic churches conduct weddings differently, and this one just so happened to have a rule that no one in the wedding party could wear a strapless dress. Sorry, charlie - that's not going to fly with me. 

I tried on dresses with straps - I actually REALLY wanted one. They just didn't look good on me. I got over it because my dress was pretty much perfect. Same for the bridesmaids. The dresses we ended up with came with straps, but they were those super skinny spaghetti straps that just didn't look right, so I made them tuck them in. And SERIOUSLY - what difference does a spaghetti strap make when it comes to modesty? NOTHING. ZERO DIFFERENCE.

Back to the story - so she stopped them from walking down and demanded that they all put their straps on. My sister took charge (she has that type of personality, she's not afraid to be a betch when needed) and said absolutely not. You see, I was currently in the back in tears because I had forgotten my straps at home. (I bought lace straps that matched my dress just in case they made me wear them during the ceremony.) We had a friend bringing them, but she was running late. Little Miss Modesty refused to go on with the wedding until I had them and the bridesmaids put on theirs. 

And yes - this is all happening while one lone bridesmaid is already up on the altar. Neat!

I missed this whole thing, but have been told by various sources about what happened next.

LMM was having her hissy fit and said something about how it's a rule in that church that you have to have straps because that's how Father Norbert wants it. My sister said something bitchy (I can only assume) and LMM spouted back "This is Father Norbert's church and he can do what he wants."

That pushed my sister over the edge enough to say scream "This is God's church!"

My sister won that argument and the wedding resumed.

Added note - you should all check this post again tonight to see her response to this. I swear that her comments are funnier than my posts. She also likes to correct me on things, and since I wasn't there during that whole fight, I'm looking forward to reading her portion of it.

The ceremony began and started off like most Catholic weddings do. Nothing to report there.

 Then he called me Lindsey. Common mistake, I'm used to it, but you think that during our wedding he could get it right. For those confused, Lindsey is my maiden name and people always see it and assume it's my first name. I told A not to say anything. Then he did it again. Father Norbert then could tell that A and I were arguing and I'm pretty sure he thought we were about to call off the wedding.

Laughs all around from the guests and we resumed.

Then he called me Katherine. After the ceremony he told me that he had just been counseling a sexually abused girl named Kaitlyn and he got confused that we had the same name, so he decided to call me Katherine. 

1. That makes no sense.

2. Thanks for telling me a super depressing story on my wedding day!

Another interesting fact - they almost wouldn't let us get married in the church because we had 20 people in our wedding party. They approved it, but only the best men and matron/maid of honor could stand up there with us because 20 would have been "distracting." Then 10 days prior to the wedding, I sent in everyone's names and standing order and she forgot they approved it and told me we could no longer get married there. LET ME TELL YA - That was a fun day.

Pretty much describes how everyone felt. WILL THIS EVER END?!

Someone was excited!

"Did he call you Lindsey twice?!"

"Did I hear him call you Katherine?!"

After this picture was taken, he told A's mom that he would let the strapless dresses slide because so many of our guests were Catholic. All of A's side was (slash ALL of South Louisiana is) but not much of mine were, so that just makes me laugh. But I want to know what would have happened if he didn't let it "slide!" And don't I just look like such a slut up there in that SUPER revealing dress?! Totes needs straps.

And then I turned into a HUGE brat when it took 20 minutes to bustle my dress. Future brides? Skip the train. That shiz SUCKED. It came out at the start of my dancing and I just held it the rest of the night. I was not going to miss out on any more time!

And this is where I should go back and proof-read this mess of a post, but A just asked me why I take so long to post every day, so I'm hitting publish without reading it. Welcs.