We see stories about bridezillas and their insane demands (āItās MY DAY and you will fall at my feet in worship!!!ā) or how nervous some people are on their wedding day. Iām not claiming to be omg so speshulz but I donāt get it.
Iāve been married twice. The first time, I had the whole hoopla; Catholic Mass, bridesmaids & groomsmen, reception, etc. A few days before, the ring bearerās father told me his son had fallen & hit his head the night before. My poor little guy! Thankfully, it wasnāt too bad (it was bad *enough* that heād been hurt!) but, as his dad explained, he needed stitches. The dad thought he should offer me the opportunity to withdraw him from participating -he didnāt really believe I was shallow, but he was leaving it in my hands. Iāve seen some āzillas who would probably have nixed him for fear of this showing up in the pictures. To them, I sayā¦drop dead. If youāre worried about the appearance of someone in your bridal party more than their appearing, you have more than a few screws loose.
Another thing that may have sent some twits spiraling; just prior to Mass, one of my bridesmaids told me that one of the Unity candles had broken. Not the main one, but the one I would use to light the big one with my husband (orā¦wasband, now). Totally not a big deal. I asked if the little tapers that the altar boys use could be left for me instead. Yep. No problem. All is well in the kingdom of me. The bridesmaid had opened her bit of news with, āNow I donāt want you to get upset, butā¦ā. Really, I thought she was going to tell me the groom had been seen highjacking my limo. In truth, my brother pointed out the nearest exits to him & told him they were unlocked. Still, he stayed. What a trooper.
My uncle read the second reading. In the Catholic Mass, this comes after (wait for itā¦) the first reading and the Responsorial Psalm. Uncha goofy went to the altar immediately after the first reader finished. This is why you shouldnāt have blown off the rehearsal, Uncha. You couldāve seen your cue in the program as well, but I digress. Didnāt throw a hissy, though. We all just smiled at him, uncomfortably standing on the altar through the FIVE VERSE PSALM I personally chose. See, back then I was a Cantor so I put a lot of emphasis on the music portion of the Mass -much to the chagrin of my less church-y loved ones, I now regret.
I loved every bit of my first wedding, the things that went to plan, the spontaneous whoopsies, everything. I never had to take a breath (or a drink) due to nerves. I was surrounded by my favorite humans and there were lots of laughs, some serendipitous moments and all of the things that needed to happen to get this Papist wed happened.
My second wedding took place on a beach. Just the minister, me & my guy, a witness & the ministerās husband who recorded it for us. This wasnāt because I didnāt want the same ceremony as the first. No, I thought Iād already done that and, in my opinion only, felt that asking everyone to participate/attend another for me might be seen by some as a gift-grab. I know my closest loved ones would have gone along with whatever Iād asked, but that was a little outside my comfort zone. We sent out announcements after we eloped (most of our friends & all of our family knew we were doing this ahead of time) and some sent gifts anyway. I wrote thank you cards the day each arrived -unlike my first where I very, very shamefully sat on that duty way too long. Itās been decades and I still cringe when I remember that severe faux pas.
This was just something thatās been percolating in my head for a while & thought Iād write about it. Do you think Iām just overthinking the whole bridezilla thing? Were the whoopsies at my starter wedding minor compared to yours?