Published on September 22nd, 2004.
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Story rank of 66.
From scandalous to ghetto fabulous, this bride has survived it all with her nine lives.
I'd never thought about ever marrying until I meet him. Standing at 6'4" and as cute as he can be, how could I resist such a sweet guy providing me with love, support, easter baskets, exam care packages and handmade cards. After 3 years of a long distance relationship he proposed to me infront of his family during a snow storm. I was on board for this marriage thing but wow the future just has a way of hiding itself. I figured that I was so organized that not much could go wrong. My bridesmaids dresses came in the same week of the wedding and the Boutique charged $85 for my bridesmaids dresses and $200 for my dress when we were picking them up and we had to pay it all in cash! The Boutique told me that she would charge us any alteration money since the dresses were very expensive anyway. My advice is to never trust a friendly face or whatever they say without proper documentation. Two days before the wedding we went to go pick up our shoes and guess what? They were not on hold like I had requested months ago so we scrambled to find shoes and in the end it worked out. Nerves got the best of me because when I awoke that Friday I had hives all over my face. I'm thinking why, why, why me! And then I thought if it wasn't me I wouldn't have a story to tell. So then ceremony time came. I overheard that the reception was not done and it was an hour before the wedding. I was expecting 230 people! Those people were nuts to make me worry like that. My father was to walk me down the isle to meet my wonderful hunk of man but wait! Where the heck is he? Now I wasn't happy but I continued to sip on my water out of nervousness. Forty minutes later my I was escorted to my father and he cried. Joyous! Now let's get married! My flower girl was missing something but I couldn't figure out what it was. The ceremony was beautiful. Then all heads turned to the back of the church. It sounded like a pack of wolves. Nope, just my cousin running in at the end of the ceremony with the video camera. He tripped up the stairs just in time to see our savory kiss. I didn't care at the time, I was getting married. During pictures my dad explained to me that he had to get my reception together. My father's fiancee was in charge. And speaking of her, she discretely handed the flower girl her basket or petals. Come on, she thought I wouldn't see that! Did I tell you that the pew bows were duct taped! I kept my cool and proceeded to the reception and all was well so I thought. My husband's mother has not been very involved in my husband's life but she felt the need to arrange the reception how she wanted. I heard two big arguments breaking out and my husband's mother was cursing up a storm and threatning people. The fountain had no punch, so people ran out to get drinks. Other than that it was a great experience and now I'm two months married to the most womderful man in the world. But if it wasn't for my 9 or 10 lives I don't know what would have happened. Ladies, keep those nine live handy and good luck!
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