The wedding morning dawned and we immediately decided to order room service. I adore room service. It was heavenly. We lay around and talked and then ate and then finally decided to get moving. I got up to finish the tablecloths, D ran out to pick up coffee and creamer for the reception.
Around 10 am D called me to tell me that it was raining. Being So Cal natives, we're used to early morning gloom that clears up, but this was real rain, pouring. And then I talked to my family and found out it was hailing. Sweeeet.
Our rental company told us that yes, they could tent the space but it would mean squashing things together and it would cost an extra $1000 and we'd have to let them know in the next 45 minutes, please.
We spent 45 minutes panicking a bit and checking the hourly forecast and soliciting reluctant opinions and we finally decided to cross our fingers and wait. It was still raining. We were supposed to arrive at the venue to set up our streamers at 11 am, which would have left us an hour to work before heading back for a leisurely getting ready time. I actually had "12 - 1 pm - RGS takes a bath" as a line item on our schedule. Ha.
Eventually the rain cleared, although the skies didn't, and we headed over to the venue to set up a bit. Just an hour and a half behind schedule. Luckily our schedule was fairly well padded.
D and our friends hung the streamers and I fussed with the dessert table and then we all ended up hanging out there for longer than we should have. At 2 pm I realized we better make it back to the hotel because we were supposed to be ready at 3 pm. I am pretty fast at getting ready, but 45 minutes didn't quite cut it, due to those darn false eyelashes.
And that is how I ended up attending my own wedding without shaving my legs. Not exactly how I pictured it.