I didn't know whether to laugh or cringe when reading about this poor woman's wedding day on the Girltalk blog. It definitely was a perspective adjuster. A woman named Sarah submitted this story--and this is just how it begins...!
My husband, Matt, and I planned on getting married in our church in Lodi, CA, on May 11th of 2007. In Northern California, May is a beautiful time to get married, and boy were we excited! We had a guest list of about 250 people. We absolutely could not wait!
After a 10 month engagement (10 months is too long!!), the day was fast approaching. I scrambled to finish all of the last-minute details. I had spent hours and hours on a slide-show that went through our childhood years and through our engagement. I had procrastinated a bit, and the night before was trying desperately to burn it to DVD....when suddenly my computer crashed. I freaked out, and started to call every friend I had that knew anything about computers. Sadly, my slide-show was lost forever, and my hard drive fried.
That night I couldn't sleep, and was feeling sick. Friends told me that I had "Wedding Jitters". I figured they were right. I got up the morning of our wedding, and crawled to the bathroom. I was running a 103 degree temperature, and was throwing up. This was not the wedding morning I had had pictured. My bridesmaids and I planned on getting our hair done in Sacramento (a 45 minute drive from our town) and having dinner at The Cheesecake Factory before our 7:30pm wedding. So I stayed in bed as long as I could, drinking tea, and praying.
I was finally feeling better, and met my bridesmaids at the church. We drove to Sacramento. I still felt sick, but thought I would be ok. So we got to the hair salon in downtown Sacramento, and everything was going well, and my bridesmaids were looking beautiful, minus one who was running late. That's when I noticed a large group of people around the building next door, followed by about 20 police cars. One of the women from the salon went over to ask what was going on. We just happened to be next to a federal building that had received a suspicious package. The entire block was shut down, and they weren't allowing people to leave--or to come in, as my late bridesmaid found out the hard way.
I panic, and start to feel sick again. I remember thinking, "This can not be happening!" I called my fiance, and told him what was happening. He turned on the news, and the story was on every local channel. I knew then that this was a big deal.
Oh, yeah, there's definitely more. You gotta read it. Amazing.