So I had my first BZ moment today…right before our bridal photo shoot. I never, ever EVER imagined that I would experience such a moment of feminine fluster and wrath, but for those 15-20 minutes I became…..a MONSTER. So here’s how it went down:
12:00 – Ben and I leave Logan and head down to SLC
1:30 – Kat Ledford at Salon O styles my hair and we become best friends for an hour and a half
3:00 – Benjella heads down to Fantasy Bridal in Taylorsville to pick up wedding dress
4:00 – The happy duo arrives at Thanksgiving Point and starts getting dressed in the basement bathroom, away from the ruckus of other human beings
4:30 – Happy bride realizes that her $60 satin shrug (jacket) is no where to be found when normally it should be hanging with her dress
4:35 – Nervous bride calls Fantasy Bridal and asks them where her shrug is. “Sorry dear but it’s still hanging in the store” they reply half nonchalantly. Bride hangs up, feeling sad at first. Sadness transfers to irritation and irritation abruptly mutates into full blown rage.
4:45 – Dear, affectionate and reasonable Ben laces up an exasperated Angella before calling Fantasy Bridal back and ordering them to personally drop off the shrug. All the while, Angella pours forth her vengeance in the form of nasty words and random fist poundings on the bathroom counter, describing how she can NOT take pictures without a shrug because 1) She has horrible and downright embarrassing back-acne that could be featured on a ProActiv infomercial 2) She has armpit flabs and the wrong body type to be wearing a strapless gown 3) She simply and absolutely feels uncomfortable wearing a strapless gown in 40-50 degree weather with back-acne and arm flabs when a shrug that she already paid for goes unworn (for me, the whole point of getting a shrug was to complete the dress and help boost my confidence…so in my mind, no shrug = awkward bride = awkward pictures)
Not to mention my $50 bouquet arrived an hour late :( Shrug and bouquet arrived at 6:00, giving us only two hours exact to get the best bridal pictures possible. But somehow, miraculously, everything worked out. Mikki and Braydon (our photographers) were so fantastic to work with, being incredibly patient and understanding as I called them over the phone, explaining that the time had to be pushed back because of a missing jacket and….back acne? Ben was the epitome of a good partner as he laced me up, carried all the things back to the car, calmly listened to me vent, told me how beautiful I was a thousand times and even paid $25 for a golf cart so that I didn’t have to walk the entire way. What a guy.
And as if to make up for everything, the weather was looking swell. No rain, no snow showers and even a little bit of sun (even though Lehi was reported to have 40% precipitation). I was shocked. As the scary moments started to blow over, I suddenly felt so ashamed for throwing my little tantrum downstairs. The memory of Ben standing there, helpless and sweet, suddenly reminded me of my dad – the silent and stalwart husband who puts up with my squawky mother and still manages to give her a massage at the end of a hard-worked day.
It’s amazing (and frightening) to see how the event of a wedding can bring out the best and worst in people :)