Every wedding has a glitch, right?!

My 2nd cousin, Amanda, got married on Sunday. Mom & I went, but B-rad was too busy fixing the combine & Jeremy was too busy to care. Hmph. And my dad? Oh no no no...my dad does NOT go to things like this. He doesn't like to go & we don't like him to be there. Just sayin'... And don't, "oh, your poor dad" me. Just trust me on this one...

We traveled to Paoli to the Orange County Fairgrounds. The wedding was outside in a shelter house. The wedding started at 2:00. Of course, we were promptly in our seats at 1:50. When we walked to the shelter house, we passed the groom. It was 1:45. He was in jeans, t-shirt & a hat. And I was super pissed because I was dressed in my Sunday best & I was like, "HEY if he can wear jeans to his wedding, why can't I wear jeans to his wedding?!" Hmph.

So you had to walk up a small rocky hill to get to the shelter house. And some woman walking up the small rocky hill fell. And hurt her ankle. And they borrowed another guests wheel chair to get the lady from the hill into a seat under the shelter house. Glitch numero uno.

We were sitting for a while (sorta impatiently) waiting for the wedding to start. Then mom starts pointing to her watch, "Wasn't the wedding suppose to start at 2:00?" Sheesh, mom! Then we get word that the bride locked her keys in the car....& her wedding dress was in the car. Glitch numero dos.

Now, let me remind you that I saw the groom in jeans. At 1:45. Then I hear that the bride has no dress & it's well after 2:00. Uhm, did they not take pictures before? The control freak in me is saying, "Why wasn't she in her dress at like 1:00?!" So her daddy did the daddy move & broke out a window to get to her dress. Hurray! And the wedding was ready to begin at 2:30....

The brides sister, (also my 2nd cousin), Brittany.

Amanda & her dad. The crasher. They did things kinda different because the moms didn't light the unity candle until during the ceremony.
Then Amanda & Jeremy lit theirs.

When it was time for the kiss, it happened so fast that I didn't even catch it with my camera. (Please also note the groom did not wear jeans to his wedding...)

But the chick taking the pictures must've been related to the groom because she made them do it again so she could get the shot. I just might LOVE her! And she didn't get it the 2nd time, so she made them do it AGAIN. Glitch numero tres.

Ok, so they're married & everyone is all happy & they are walking back down the aisle. Well remember the chick that fell? She was sitting in like the 4th row with ice on her foot. It was pretty warm Sunday afternoon & her little Walmart sack full of ice had melted. Across the aisleway where Amanda would be walking with her long, flowing, white gown. Glitch numero quatro. While they were trying to walk strategically around the puddle of water, the hurt lady stopped them & explained to Amanda how she wouldn't be able to come to the reception because she got hurt... Glitch numero cinco.

Finally down the aisle they go! Mr & Mrs Jeremy Chambers.

I didn't take any pics at the reception. But there was another situation there. The kitchen was locked. With all the food, etc. they had already brought inside. Glitch numero seis.

Also, I was never so happy I don't have kids as I was at the reception. First, my aunt was going on & on about her grandkids before the late ceremony. So I turned around & said, "Ixnay on the grandkids'ay!" Then of course, everyone had to laugh at me & tell me how I should have kids blah, blah, blah. Then I tried to announce that my eggs were all dried up. How sad... Yea, they weren't buying that. But my aunt is a nurse at Floyd County in the baby department & I tried to tell her how Dr. Mahan & I do the 'great countdown' every year & I'm almost to the final count. I'm 34 & Dr. Mahan says 35 is the cut off. Yea, she wasn't listening to that either. (But that one really IS true. Hell, my eggs might be dried up, ya never know!)

So we're at the reception & the kids.are.loud. Really, really loud. And it was in one of those like concrete block building places. With horrible acoustics. So the loudness was ear piercing (to me.) Then the dj started the music. And it was loud & blaring & the kids had to be even louder to hear themselves over the music. Gulp. I finally told mom, "Look-I'm ready whenever you are. I can't take this screaming anymore!" And we left soon after before they had even cut the cake. Sigh - I got no cake...kids ruin everything...