Alternate title: Be careful what you wish for, you may just end up with a soaking wet bride to be at your hotel door the night before her wedding.
While I’m on a roll posting pictures tonight, I should catch up on the wedding from a couple weeks ago.
About that same time I wrote a post about feeling empty, not helping as much as I like to – need to, even.
I wrote it just a few days before I left for Virginia for Meg and Bill’s wedding. I drove the nearly 8 hours to Virginia, through the colorful mountains, singing and finding calm. I arrived at Wedding Weekend ready to be bridesmaid for the event. And it was a beautiful event.
But not before the night before the wedding happened. I document this because we’re going to want to remember this one day. This story will be told for years to come and I’m the only one who can do it.
Things to know before the story:
Meg was not a happy wedding planning bride. The whole thing was overwhelming and stressful for her.
I’m not calling the rest of her bridesmaids young… I’m just calling them younger.
I know from experience, drunk people are the worst.
So…the day before the wedding. We have a bridesmaids luncheon around 1pm. We check in to the hotel we’re staying at, which is next door to the hotel where the reception is. Then we all head to the church for the rehearsal. It goes fine. I have to talk to the wedding coordinator about keeping the flower girl in her place, but that’s my job. I make a detour to a Michaels to pick up a glue gun and clippies to turn the required earrings into clip on earrings for a bridesmaid without pierced ears. Again, it’s what this bridesmaid does.
The rehearsal dinner was so great. It was at a local brewery in Richmond, the food was plentiful and delicious. The beer was wonderful. I took selfies with the father of the bride:
Blurry selfies, but fun none the less. Her family is so adorable.
I leave the rehearsal dinner around 10pm. I caution the other bridesmaids to not stay out too late, the wedding day is a marathon and no one wants to be hungover while getting hair and make up done. I am in bed and asleep by 10:30pm.
I am awakened by a knock on the door. I think I hear Meg’s voice calling my name. I don’t know what time it is, I don’t know what’s happening. I get up, open the door, and there is Meg in pajamas, looking a little hysterical, and a man standing behind her. He looks at me and says, “Can you handle this (gesturing towards Meg) for a minute?” I stammer that of course I can and Meg comes in my room and lays on the floor. This is when I realize she is soaking wet. I look at a clock, it’s a little after 12:30am. I look at hysterical, now crying Meg, on my floor and ask what is going on.
She explains (and I use that word in a fairly loose sense – there’s a lot of stopping and starting as Meg is hysterical, soaking wet and fairly drunk) that she was trying to stop the dripping of her bathroom faucet, but turned too hard and the handle came off in her hand, and just like a tv show – water starts spraying everywhere. She puts her hand over it, that only makes the spray go right at her. She calls the front desk, where I can only imagine they thought a violent crime was taking place as she is just sobbing into the phone, “Come quick, you have to come quick.” The man that had been with Meg was the overnight hotel supervisor who was trying to fix the faucet.
I tell Meg this is no problem, she can sleep in my room, it’s fine.
“I’m all wet.”
We get her some dry clothes from her room. This is the first time I see the damage in her bathroom. She was not kidding that water went everywhere. The floor has an inch of water, the carpet is soaked three feet out the door, water is on the walls and ceiling. I so wish I could have been a fly on the wall while Meg dealt with this thing. We get clothes, get her back in my room where she strips down and changes. I get her into bed and we’re back to hysterical tears.
“Everything is awful. This is an omen. We shouldn’t get married.”
I try to tell her how funny this is going to be in the morning. It’ soo funny. She alternates between laughing and crying. I learn they left the rehearsal dinner and went to the lobby bar to keep drinking and eat two large pizzas. Sure.
“I need my bathroom stuff. It’s all wet.”
I go back next door. She’s right, her toiletry bag is soaking wet. I bring it back to my room, lay everything out on a towel, hang the bag up in the bathtub to help it dry.
“I need my purse. Can you get my purse.”
Of course I can. I run back to her room and back to mine.
“Do you think I can get some bottles of water? I mean, my room is flooding, I should get some water.”
I get her some.
Then she decides she wants to call Bill. I get her phone and dial him, thinking I should give him a heads up as to what is happening here. I call Bill. One of the groomsmen answers. I have to go a few rounds with a drunk groomsmen before I can get Bill on the phone. I finally do, tell him Meg is just having a rough night and wants to chat for a bit. I put her on the phone where she kind of explains what happened and tells him everything is bad luck and they shouldn’t get married. Bill’s answer must be something along the lines of, “Just work through it.” Meg does not care for this answer and with Bill still talking, she thrusts the phone back at me. I tell Bill we’ll see him tomorrow.
We chat a bit more about all the other things that could have gone wrong. This is no problem. And again, someday will be REALLY FUNNY. She finally wears herself out (after about an hour and a half of this) and falls asleep.
At this point I am now wide awake. I really have to go the bathroom so I go back to her room because I don’t dare turn on any lights or make any noise in case it wakes up Meg. Around 5am (just about 45 minutes I finally got back to sleep) she wakes up and wants to go back into her room. I tell her I’ll knock on her door when she needs to get up. I let her sleep until about 8:30am. We have to be at the hotel for hair/makeup around 9:30am.
She comes to my room to take a shower, still not trusting of her bathroom. I go out to find us coffee and something for her to eat. I walked a few blocks to a coffee shop and was grateful to have a little fresh air and alone time at the beginning of this very long day. I found myself smiling.
I was helping.
I wasn’t mad or upset about the shenanigans. I was so glad that I was there. This is the kind of stuff I’m good at. I can help make earrings into clip ons, I can handle a bratty flower girl and I can be there to get a drunk, hysterical, soaking wet bride to hair and make up in the morning.
The rest of the day was a dream. I’ll post a few pictures below. I don’t have a lot of them – I let the photographer do their jobs and just focused on doing mine. Bridesmaid. Helper.
It is like the old theatre saying goes, “Bad dress rehearsal, great performance.” Well, I think you could say, “Bad rehearsal dinner, great wedding day” as well. The wedding day was perfect. Everyone was beautiful and happy and the wedding band was great and Angela was there and I was so happy to be there for it all.
We had a wedding brunch the next morning and then I was back on the road. I stopped at the Humpback Covered Bridge on the way home.
Usually I’m a pretty point A to point B driver, but I’m trying to embrace the journey a bit more. Glad I did. It is a fun fall memory.