The Ride of Our Lives: I Was Alone When It Happened
As I’m sure it is no surprise, the week leading up to the wedding was in a word: Insanity. Exactly seven days prior to the big day my amazing in-laws-to-be landed and we went into wedding preparation hyperdrive. We were behind in a major way, and practically an entire months work had to be crammed into a week. Throw into the mix that everyday a new loved one is arriving and you have a recipe for one frazzled bride and groom. Everyone had something important to tell me but I could only respond, “Please forgive me if I forget, because my brain is currently a wedge of wedding swiss cheese.” I was co-ordinating so many things that the following month I discovered I went over my cell minutes by 500 dollars! I could write another post about why I hate T-mobile, but this here blog is about Broke-Ass romance.
The entire week I was never alone for a minute and I always had a list of things to do. So when Dana dropped me off at our house after our rehearsal dinner and I was left alone, I think it was the quietest moment of my life. Not a noise, not even the normal tip tapping of my best buddy Paco (For new readers: that’s our dog, not a random tap dancer who lives with us) Just silence to marinate in the anticipation that surely surpassed a five year old on steroids during Christmas Eve at the North Pole. Then it happened. Out of the deafening silence came a piercing alarm. I immediately thought it must be a smoke detector but both had been undisturbed. It sounded like nothing I could recognize and I feared there may be some type of emergency. I walked around the house following the noise, with out a clue as to what it could be… until it was staring me in the face. My future mom in-law had given us “The Wedding Countdown Clock”. It was 12am. As the hairs raised on the back of my neck I realized, “Holy Crap… I’m getting married today.”
