I know I know. I said it was freakin' fantastic in my first post. And it was, it was everything I had imagined visually: the weather was gorgeous, the wine was flowing and the cupcakes were being ogled (and later eaten), we were wearing the fanciest clothes we've ever worn, and each table had roses and owl cookies. I'm actually quite touched by our friends and family telling us the past few days how amazing the event was, because we already know how much effort I exerted all for July 3rd, 2010.
But I can't help but think that there just wasn't enough time to talk to everyone I wanted to talk to, not enough time to take the photos I wanted, not enough time to spend with my family. I just felt pulled in a lot of different directions, and at one point got really frustrated from my mother and the boy's dad tacking on about 15 unplanned group shots. I wanted to dance more. I wanted to mingle. I wanted to be silly. I wanted to be having more fun. I wanted more time.
Our venue coordinator, Emma, pulled me aside right before our grand entrance, and said "You're not having fun, and I want you to have fun. Can I get you anything? Are you alright?"
I guess it's kinda bad when someone notices, no?
Maybe I should have cloned myself beforehand and been a guest at my own wedding.
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