So its 12 am on the morning of our wedding and I just got a call saying my husband broke his arm!!! I was in shock and worried. I started to think it was a joke because a couple weeks before the wedding I had a dream that I had broke my arm and had to walk down the ile in a cast. Finally David called me himself and said he was positive he broke it and they were headed to the hospital. now I'm crying and worried and waiting for a phone call to see what is happening I woke up one of my bridesmaids Stephanie and she sat up with me the rest of the morning i defiantly wasn't sleeping. so I finally get a call at 3 am from David he was so exhausted and he was splinted and ready to get some sleep he headed to tricks house. mean while me worrying and crying just stayed awake and was playing out how bad this day could become. Finally all the girls wake up tell them the news and they can't believe it but they were all supportive. We left the house and headed to Stewart park around 6am making a pit stop at the gas station for much needed redbull and donuts. As the morning goes everything is coming together I guess. We had the chairs for the wedding delivered they arrived around 10am most of the decorations were done we started to have everything in place so we could go to our hair appointments. Meanwhile I try to reach the guys to see if they are starting to get ready but I wasn't getting an answer from anyone I started to worry and think this was his way of not wanting to marry me. Finally right before we left to go get ready I heard from David and he said they all over slept so they had to rush around and figure out how to even get David in his tux. They called the tux rental place to see if there was insurance on the tux which there was so they ripped the dress shirt just to get Davids arm in. We were at our hair appointments which there were two stylists working on the 7 of us. So i thought we would have enough tine to get through everyone. I had Steveo come to the salon on main street downtown Ithaca to pick up spoons and a couple other things I had forgot to take out of my car and being sleep deprived and upset I blew up on him in the parking lot of the salon in my undergarments for my dress. They wanted the bride to be last so the wedding was supposed to start at 2 and at 2 is when they finally started to work on my hair so they had to rush and my hair did not come out like I wanted at all I hated it I was so upset finally I get in my dress and we head to the park. Now its 3 an hour late we finally get started. The weather was beautiful you couldn't ask for a better day. We all made it down the ile with out falling. It was so hard to even look at David I didn't want to feak out and cry so I pretty much didn't look at him all. The ceremony was great that was the point of they day and I am so happy I am married to the man that since i was 14 years old I said I was going to marry. I couldn't believe the day was finally here and it was nothing what I thought it was going to be. After the ceremony we started to get pictures taken of the wedding party which I had paid a family member to be our photographer which she sucked i must say most of my pictures peoples heads were cut off and she took for ever. People started to get upset and didn't want to wait anymore to eat before we even got announced people where eating even though the main dish wasn't even there yet because lester was late and quarter of the pork fell into the ashes while smoking the pig. Some people left before we even came in to eat it was sad, but that wasn't it at all there's more. We finally were announced as mr.& mrs. White and we ate. David didn't feel good at all. David threw up because of the meds and felt like shit he didn't even want to dance after eating, my DJ that I hired came over to see how everything was going I said as good as it can he gave me one hundred dollars back because he raised his price last minute on me which sucked but I couldn't find another one so I agreed to the new price, I was thinking since he felt bad for us he gave us back some money. This was nice and me being emotional an tired of coarse I cryed. I almost forgot before we ate one of my bridesmaids and my sister got in an argument over who was sitting where. We had our first dance which was great I was wearing his ring on my thumb because of the swelling in his hand he couldn't wear it. I had been crying on and off the entire time. The dollar dance was fun because most of the guys didn't want to dance with me they thought I was going to kill em. But finally I told myself screw it its over and let's have fun so we started to really dance with everyone and have fun. But its not over around 8 pm an hour an a half before the DJ was supposed to stop playing his speakers blew so we had to switch to a pick up truck with an iPod. I finally found my daughter which my mom was supposed to put her in play clothes back after we ate she was still in her dress which was torn covered in mud and garbage. It was going on 10:30 so I loaded the car with the gifts and the girls and my parents said they would clean they rest up. So we left to go home David drove because I drank a little, the wedding party of coarse decorated our car with balloons and stickers but our luck we had to get pulled over by a state trooper because of the decorations and he was accusing David of drinking which he couldn't because of the meds for his arm so me in my wedding dress had to get out on the side of the road and pull the balloons off. We finally make it home I carry Rebecca into bed she was out like a light. I get David to the couch get him all situated as I figure out I can't get out of my dress its a lace up corset back so there was no way David could help me so I had to unload the car with my dress on which going up and down the stairs was challenging I caught my dress twice a ripped it a little. By the time I got done David was a sleep so I called my parents to come and help me out of my dress. So that's what my wedding day was its three years later and I can laugh about it now!!
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