mocksieblogs - July 9th, 2006
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| 03:06 pm [Link] |    I woke up, if you can call it that since I slept for maybe an hour and a half altogether, around 8:00 am or so. Showered, drank coffee, ate the bagel that Stacey brought. At 11:00 or so we went to get our fingers and toes done. While we were there, Katie cheated on Ron with Robinson. The slut. After leaving with our nails full of bubbles (never going to that place again), we went to get my flowers. We had to go to like 3 stores because I was looking for the perfect flowers - sunflowers 'cause I like the way they look, some kinda lilies or something for color, baby's breath to match my crown, and daisies for my mom (her bouquet was daisies when she married my dad). We finally found them at ShopRite. We went home and Katie and I put together my bouquet and tied it with satin ribbon, and put the locket with my mom's pictures inside. The bouquet had double-duty, so I was stressing that it be perfect: It was also a gift for my sister. After the bouquet was put together, all the girls and my dad went to the diner for lunch. By this point, I was really freaking out. I don't know why, it wasn't cold feet or anything like that. I was really nervous about the logistics of the whole thing... We were supposed to call the owners of the beach where we were getting married to get permission to use the beach after hours. I had called them back in May a few times and left some messages and they never called me back, so we just went ahead and decided to have the ceremony there anyway, because there was only going to be a total of 19 of us actually on the beach for the ceremony, and no decorations or anything like that. I just got scared we'd get in trouble and be kicked off the beach or something. Before that day I was totally carefree, all "Ehh, whatever, we'll just get married in the parking lot..." but for some reason I just got nervous. When we got home from lunch, we all started getting ready and my stomach revolted against me. It was a combination of a bunch of things, the whole kicked-off-the-beach fear, getting married itself, wondering if I remembered to pack everything for Jamaica, missing mom... I was just all over the place. I was upset and scared and a bundle of nerves and I just wanted it to be over, and be married. Anyway, we all got ready, we all looked beautiful. The girls left about 15 minutes ahead of me and my dad. After they left, we went next door to show Mr. and Mrs. Gallagher what I looked like as a Bride. Mrs. Gallagher cried. Dad and I left for Point Pleasant and talked all the way there about everything. We both started to get upset over Mom, and we decided to not do that, so we talked about me and Matt, and our future, and when I was a little girl and Daddy used to take me to the beach and ice skating, and about how happy I am that he, Katie, and my mom love Matt so much. We got to Point Pleasant just behind the girls. It was confusing craziness. I told everyone generally where to meet, and said that Dad and I would meet up with everyone there. I wanted to be inconspicuous, but how inconspicuous can you be walking down the street when you're a Bride? There was a lot of traffic on the street, and everyone was staring at me. Dad and I walked onto one of the side streets to get out of the spotlight. I was on the phone with Stacey who was supposed to give me the OK to go down to the beach. Everyone was waiting for Matt who was, as Stacey said, "Changing in the bathroom," which Dad and I freaked out over because that's illegal. Turns out he was just putting on his shirt. He met up with them on the boardwalk and everyone went on the beach, and Stacey said to "wait 50 seconds" and then walk onto the beach, leading me to believe that everyone was OK to go. Apparently they weren't, because Matt hadn't had a chance to pick the spot, to talk to Pastor Mary about the paperwork or anything, but it all ended up OK. Dad and I walked onto the beach, the photographer snapping pics of us the whole way, and I met Matt on the sand. From that point until we got our families' congratulations, there was nothing and no one in my world but Matt. My stomach instantly felt better, I wasn't worried about being busted by the Wedding Police, I wasn't concerned about my hair or my streamers or my dress. I just stared at him and cried, so happy to be finally getting married to him, after 6 years and everything we had been through together. Pastor Mary said a wonderful prayer, we exchanged vows and rings, and *poof*, we were married. Then there were pictures. Peter from Kerjen was absolutely amazing. He got every shot I asked for, had wonderful ideas. We took pictures on the beach for about a half hour with all our family, and the rest of the two hours we had with him we spent alone, walking on the beach and boardwalk, kissing, smiling, "acting natural," and posing all different ways. I can't wait to see those pictures, I think they came out great. At 9:00 we met everyone at Martell's Sea Breeze for dinner. In attendance: Matt's Dad Rick, Stepmother Nano, brothers Kevin and Mike, Sisters Caitlin and Michelle, his Mom Pam and her boyfriend Rick, and his Best Man Aaron. My Dad, sister Katie, cousin Tara, Grandma, and my best friend Stacey. Very small and intimate dinner. We all ate seafood and cake and had a really nice time. It was so good to be in the company of the people I love the most in the world. I do wish that some other people could have been there, but I just didn't want to get into the "if I invite X, I'll have to invite Y, then Matt will have to invite A and B..." It turned out lovely and I really do hope that no one was offended by not being there. Katie and Aaron gave beautiful, touching speeches about Family and Friendship and Sacrifice and the last 6 years. After dinner was over, we kissed our family goodbye and walked with Aaron to his car which was all the way at the other end of the boardwalk. Dad drove us home and I gave Katie her flowers, and she gave me two special bottles of wine: one from her trip to France, and one she bought just for us, for a special occasion. I danced in the living room with my father to the song we would have danced together to at the wedding, if we had had one. Katie and my Dad went to bed, and Matt and I packed up our things and opened the gifts we got, and took a half-hour nap... (3 comments | Say what?) |
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So...Matt's dad's name is Rick and his mom's boyfriend's name is Rick. I have no idea how I missed that one. (Reply to this) (Thread) | |
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