Ace at If You Think Round Is Funny is hosting a little blog carnival on wedding mishaps. I thought I would join since there are 1000 and 1 other things I should be doing and I wanted to lighten the mood on this blog. Post your wedding mishaps and then read about everyone else’s…but only if it’s been long enough for you to laugh or you have a fabulous sense of humor.
Ray and I were married in Ocho Rios, Jamaica. It was beautiful. It was just the two of us on the beach. The saxophone player hired by the hotel staff signed my marriage certificate and some other girl that we met at the resort but that’s another story. As beautiful and pictureesque as it was, it wasn’t without mishaps.
You have to be in Jamaica for 3 days for your marriage to be legal. We had three days of learning to scuba dive, then diving, lying around poolside, lying around in hammocks and sunset boating trips before our little ceremony. That morning they took Ray down for pictures and told me to listen for the phone. The phone didn’t ring like phones in the states. It buzzed, a very light buzz. It was like the sound a very quiet bee might make as it’s dancing through a field of poppies. A very, very quiet bee. I never heard it. I didn’t see the giant red flashing light either. The hotel staff and Ray thought I was on my way to the airport. I wasn’t. I was sitting on the edge of the bed thinking he had made a run for the airport. That’s right folks, we were in another country and we both thought ththe other had run off for about 90 seconds. The maid came and got me. The blushing bride was right just because I was so embarrassed about not hearing the phone through my water logged ears.
When we got back to the states, we had a reception so our nearest and dearest friends could celebrate. Celebrate they did. We were college students and broke! There was supposed to be a keg of beer and some wine with a cash bar. Ummm… the country club caterers got the wrong memo. It was an open bar. Lucky for us people didn’t discover this fact until about an hour before the party was over. The bill was still enough to make me cringe.
That’s not the only thing they messed up. There were two sites available. They told us the only open site was the new facility on the other side of town. The night of the reception we find out whoops! it’s at the old facility. Ray’s brother went with a sign to point people in the right direction. About 20 of our nearest and dearest never found us that night. It still makes me sad.
The greatest mishap was a relative who discovered the open bar early. He stole a golf cart and took off across the course. He stole and or damaged all 18 flags and the country club was holding us responsible. We had no idea! I’m still holding a bit of a grudge. Of course it helps that he lives in another state and we never see him. We were so broke. I can’t even tell you and they were going to make us pay alot of money but lucky for us, he came back and turned in all the flags and paid for his own damages. I guess I should forgive him. After 14 years I still don’t think I’m ready to laugh that one off.
All that and we eloped. Can you imagine what would have happened if we had the huge wedding that was originally planned?