Jerad and I were getting married. It was the day of the wedding. A few hours before the ceremony I realized we had never sent out invitations so somehow that meant only family would be there, but no friends. The only way to remedy this was to start making the pocket-fold invites like no one's business, then get them in the mail. (Shut up, it was a dream).
Making all of the invitations made us late for the ceremony. Everyone was sitting in chairs waiting for us. Right before we walked out, I realized that we never wrote any vows, and had never told Taylor that he was supposed to perform the ceremony (not sure why he was performing the ceremony in the first place). So we frantically started writing vows and I was crying because "not enough thought was going into them." Then we started writing a script for Taylor and were trying to figure out how to tell the guests that it was going to be a Quaker style ceremony since they had never got an invitation explaining what it meant.
FINALLY, Jerad and I were ready to walk down the isle when I happened to get a glimpse of myself in the mirror. No Makeup. Crap! I quickly threw on some makeup and by this time we were an hour and a half late, and people. were. pissed. Then Jerad sprung a "surprise!" on me. We were moving the ceremony to a different place. So everyone had to get back in their cars and drive 40 minutes to the mystery location. During the mayhem and foolishness that followed, I noticed Beth and Tyson weren't there and started to freak out and call them over and over because I refused to get married without "my lesbian soul mate" in attendance.
I think I'll elope to play it safe.