Lissa got married, Part II
Posted by Lissa on April 21, 2009
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I’ve never felt as beautiful in my entire life as when they threw open the doors and I walked slowly down the aisle, escorted by my mom and dad.
Mike teared up. His mom was crying. My sister was crying. I was most definitely crying. But the most amazingly lucky thing happened on my wedding day – I somehow managed PRETTY crying! Magically, I managed to have tears dripping down my cheeks without turning crumply-red-faced-a nd-snotty. I don’t pretend to understand it, but DAMN was I grateful.
The ceremony was pretty short and pretty standard; we amused the audience by practically shouting “WE DO!” when the minister asked if it was our intention to wed. Everyone was SO PROUD of Jenny – she pulled off a long reading with a steady voice, while what she really felt like doing was wailing, “MY WIDDLE BABY’S GETTING MARRIED!!! AWWWWWWW!!!” She tried to look at us while doing the reading but then I immediately started crying and that started HER crying. It went like that all night – she’d cry, so I’d cry, so she’d look at Mary* instead, but Mary was crying already and that made Jenny cry MORE. I think she eventually found a safe haven in her good friends L and J, who, instead of joining in chain-reaction crying, were more amused by the incessant waterworks of the female participants. Whew!
(A side note – I didn’t know it, but apparently Mike’s mom related to Jenny the saying that whoever says their vows louder during the ceremony will have the louder voice in the marriage. I don’t think that’s quite fair; only one of us has had stage training, and it sure ain’t Mike. It’s almost like cheating. One of my YOLAC friends afterward noted that even in my weepy emotional state I was very careful to enunciate and project my voice – “It was so YOU!” he said, shaking his head.)
After the ceremony finished we raced around doing formal photographs; I’m fairly sure that under any other circumstances I’d have alienated my friends forever, because I was BARKING orders. “Bridesmaids! You, go over there! Groomsmen, you go that way! No, not you! We don’t want you! Go away!” (Okay, I don’t think I ACTUALLY told anyone to “go away.” But I can’t be 100% sure.)
Naturally, we had a few hiccups. I checked the name cards at the reception and they’d put my mom’s table in the corner instead of next to the sweetheart table. That got put on the “I can’t fix it so I’m not going to worry about it” list REAL fast. (I made sure to mention that to Mom later – I wanted her to know she was not SUPPOSED to be off stuck in the corner – and she assured me that she didn’t care. It was a little sad though.) Likewise, when the DJ initially messed up on Mike’s sister during the intro, I shrugged it off. (He corrected himself, no worries.)
On the other hand, we had some things go much better than I’d dared to hope. The food was actually GOOD, which is something I’ve learned not to expect at wedding receptions. (It helped that we had a pretty small party, of course.) Mike only stepped on me once, and my dress didn’t get ripped off when folks stomped on the train. (The photographer stepped on it once and practically committed hari-kari. Amused, I assured her she was not the first, or second, or even third person to step on it, and that I really didn’t mind.)
The cake-cutting was a little confusing because Mike and I never actually talked about how it would go. (Oops!) No, we did NOT smush cake on each other; I warned him that if he wanted to make it to his first anniversary there would be NO cake on the dress. We finished it up fairly quickly and then went off to visit tables while the song was still playing, which led to one of my favorite moments of the whole reception -
Our cake-cutting song was “Love Story” by Taylor Smith. We finished cutting it and tasting it fast enough that I was hanging out at Jenny’s table when they started the bridge, so I started singing it to her -
“I got tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around
My faith in you was fading, when I met you on the outskirts of town
And I said
‘Romeo, save me, I’ve been feeling so alone
I keep waiting for you but you never come
Is this in my head, I don’t know what to think’
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said -
‘Marry me, Juliet, you’ll never have to be alone
I love you and that’s all I really know
I talked to your dad, you’ll pick out a white dress
It’s a love story, baby, just say yes’ “
– and my sister and I just freaking LOST IT. Enough so that I STILL tear up thinking about it. Probably always will.
There was dancing, there was laughter, there was the Macarena, there was flower-ceiling contact during the bouquet toss (oh, and our friends? NO ONE wanted the bouquet or garter. It was hysterical), there was celebration and magic and romance and friendship and happiness and joy.
Best damn day of my life.
Three PS’s -
P.S. 1: I owe my sister a crown. Or a cruise. Or eternal love and gratitude for the rest of my life. (Or all three.) I *COULD NOT*have done this without her; I leaned on her so hard emotionally and physically that I’m fairly sure she shrank by two inches. Maybe I’ll have to buy her some new heels as well.
P.S. 2: I had to ditch the dress during the reception; I did one dance and sweated so much that I felt SLIMY. It was rather sad – it’s a BEAUTIFUL dress and it’s not like I get to wear it again! – but I decided I’d rather be dancing!
P.S. 3: For my wedding day present to Mike, I changed my name from Lee to Michaels. (Obviously, neither of those is a real surname; you think his parents hated him enough to name him Mike Michaels? SRSLY?) Unfortunately in MA you have to decide on your surname after marriage when you fill out the marriage license application. But, being a resourceful kitty, I talked to the City Hall folks ahead of time and got them to flat-out lie to Mike when we came in. (“Oh, absolutely, you can leave that part blank!”) And I got the minister to pretend at the rehearsal that he would present “Mike and Alyssa,” while planning to present “Mr. and Mrs. Michaels” at the actual ceremony. And I explained the situation to the DJ ahead of time. Devious kitty is . . . DEVIOUS