Wedding Part I: Xanax, please?
It seems like yesterday when I stood at the altar looking down the steps and down the aisle at my bride-to-be. But it's actually been two whole weeks. Since then I've spoken to Gah who asked when Richel or I would finally blog about the actual marriage so that she could read about our quirky thoughts during the actual event.
It all began the night before during the wedding rehersal. I was riding in the car with Krishna, Roxanna, and Brian. We were scrambling to get to the church on time to meet the photographers and to canvass the church environs for nice places to take pictures. As we were driving towards the church I had to constantly remind myself to calm down. Yes, we were late, but not by much. Only by about 15 minutes or so. But for everyone who's known me throughout residency, I'm punctual if not early 99% of the time. That other 1% of the time I'm late because of external factors that are beyond my control or prediction. And even when I'm one minute late, my heart rate and blood pressure start to rise and I get aggitated.
So you can imagine my state of mind when we were 15 minutes late to the rehersal. Again, I was among friends and it was my wedding we were all there for so I had to exercise extreme self-control.
And as so often happens, even though we were 15 minutes late, no one else was there except for Gah's family. Not even the church coordinator was there so we were stuck sitting outside the church waiting for someone to let us in. This was not happening! But I could see it, already. Everyone was going to be late and we would run over, which was a problem because the rehersal dinner was scheduled right after at a specific time and guests would be arriving at the dinner.
And Murphy's Law becomes effective always when you least want it to. Needless to say, everyone in the wedding party ran a little late, the pastor was late, the church coordinator was late, we were all late and the rehersal ran late. I guess it could have been worse, though; we were only running about 30 minutes behind. But if 1 minute makes me anxious already, multiply that by 30!
It was a prediction of what was to come the following day...
Remember that countless other small details don't really bother me, but tardiness drives me insane. So of course everything else went well, except everyone and everything was late. Groomsmen, shuttle buses for the guests and wedding party, wedding ceremony, tea ceremony, and lion dancers were late at different times all throughout the day. I think I may have ground down another 2 millimeters of my teeth away that day.
Funny. I've heard most grooms are nervous about getting married, itself. I was nervous, but for a completely different reason: I was anxious about everything being late and tardy. But once the reception started, I knew I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Because at that point forward, there were no other major events where tardiness would have been a major factor.
It all began the night before during the wedding rehersal. I was riding in the car with Krishna, Roxanna, and Brian. We were scrambling to get to the church on time to meet the photographers and to canvass the church environs for nice places to take pictures. As we were driving towards the church I had to constantly remind myself to calm down. Yes, we were late, but not by much. Only by about 15 minutes or so. But for everyone who's known me throughout residency, I'm punctual if not early 99% of the time. That other 1% of the time I'm late because of external factors that are beyond my control or prediction. And even when I'm one minute late, my heart rate and blood pressure start to rise and I get aggitated.
So you can imagine my state of mind when we were 15 minutes late to the rehersal. Again, I was among friends and it was my wedding we were all there for so I had to exercise extreme self-control.
And as so often happens, even though we were 15 minutes late, no one else was there except for Gah's family. Not even the church coordinator was there so we were stuck sitting outside the church waiting for someone to let us in. This was not happening! But I could see it, already. Everyone was going to be late and we would run over, which was a problem because the rehersal dinner was scheduled right after at a specific time and guests would be arriving at the dinner.
And Murphy's Law becomes effective always when you least want it to. Needless to say, everyone in the wedding party ran a little late, the pastor was late, the church coordinator was late, we were all late and the rehersal ran late. I guess it could have been worse, though; we were only running about 30 minutes behind. But if 1 minute makes me anxious already, multiply that by 30!
It was a prediction of what was to come the following day...
Remember that countless other small details don't really bother me, but tardiness drives me insane. So of course everything else went well, except everyone and everything was late. Groomsmen, shuttle buses for the guests and wedding party, wedding ceremony, tea ceremony, and lion dancers were late at different times all throughout the day. I think I may have ground down another 2 millimeters of my teeth away that day.
Funny. I've heard most grooms are nervous about getting married, itself. I was nervous, but for a completely different reason: I was anxious about everything being late and tardy. But once the reception started, I knew I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Because at that point forward, there were no other major events where tardiness would have been a major factor.
posted by V-Hume at 9:56 PM
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i needed xanax, too.
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