Weddings and Catastrophes

Every wedding has something that goes wrong. It’s inevitable. In my case, it was my naive belief that place settings weren’t necessary. Why not let people sit where they wanted? For all I knew, Aunt Hattie despised Uncle Lou. Why force them to sit together? So, my husband-to-be and I didn’t worry about it. Mistake! It turned out that when seats were filling up, people ignored the “Reserved” sign and filled up that table as well. It left my parents without seats. Luckily, they did find places at another table, but it always amazes me that there are people who really don’t think about those things. That was probably the biggest thing that went wrong, and I’m thankful that it was the only one–at least, that I know of. Sometimes people tell you stories years later about things you never knew.

We’re attending a wedding this weekend, and I’m sure it will be wonderful. I haven’t seen some of these cousins in years, and it’s fun to catch up. So far we’ve dealt with a few crises (the hotel booked us all in smoking rooms), but thanks to my aunt’s abilities to conquer Hotel Management (and use a few tears to good advantage), she worked it out.

I’m enjoying Kentucky (where the wedding is). I love visiting new states and new places. Even still, it’ll be nice to get home because Reno is coming!

So what’s the worst wedding crisis you’ve ever dealt with?