Our romantic wedding night…where do I start? Well, let’s begin with the main event. Dusty and I got married on a hot and beautiful day in July 2011. Our wedding was everything we could have imagined it would be…our closest family and friends were there to celebrate in an open field on the family farm. We could not have asked for anything more surreal.
The wedding night is chalked up to be a magical and sacred event…(for obvious reasons I won’t get into), not only that but it marks the moment when you can utter a sigh of relief that it is now time to step back into reality…and there can be some normalcy in life.
Dusty and I left our wedding reception around 11:30pm…we jumped into our car and loaded up a gifted cooler of subs, snacks, Gatorade and other delicious goodies to splurge on when we got back to the room (Thanks, Pomeroy’s!!)
We pulled up outside of the hotel…Dusty ran in and got our key… letting the front desk know we would be down later for our bags. We climbed some stairs and took the elevator up to the top floor which overlooked the lake and the city lights.
Dusty held open the door to our room and I walked into a haven of romance. My mouth dropped open in awe as my eyes traced a trail of rose petals, champagne, chocolates, bubble bath, lingerie, dimmed lights, candles and soft music playing in the background…I turned to Dusty in utter disbelief. All I could think in my head was WOW, score for the new husband, didn’t take him long to catch on! Dusty’s face was about as shocked as mine…a thin smile spreading across his lips.
“Wow. Our wedding coordinator sure did a great job!” he exclaimed.
Next to the bathroom door hung a white robe with the word BRIDE adorned on the back in pink and white gems, definitely something I had seen scouring Victoria’s Secret website for (sneaky Dusty…checking my internet history to find out just want I wanted!) I quickly unzipped my heavy lace wedding gown and wrapped the silky breathable robe around my body….could the night really get any better?
“I am going to start the bubble bath and pour some Champagne!” Dusty yelled from the other room. He came around the corner…we clinked glasses and he made a comment about how I looked kinda cute in a white robe…
I went into the bathroom and started taking bobby pins out of the bun which had transformed into something a field mouse might live in.
I heard Dusty adjust the music…and then yell out that he was going to call down to the front desk to have them bring up our luggage. The smell of the bubble bath started filling the room…
“I could totally use a bubble bath and some champagne right about now!” I yelled from the bathroom.
Silence….a few seconds later Dusty walked up to the bathroom door.
“Don’t be mad…..but….”
“We are in the wrong room”
The bobby pin I held in my hand fell to the ground as I flung around to face him straight on.
“What?!!!” I screamed.
“They said they gave us the wrong key…we are in the wrong room…our room is down one floor.”
I glanced at the clock which read 12:15 am…
“DUSTY, THEY ARE GOING TO BE HERE ANY MINUTE!!!” I yelled.
The next few minutes were a frenzy!
I threw off the white robe hanging it back carefully on the hanger and pulled on my wedding dress zipping it up just enough so it wouldn’t fall off my hips…we set the filled champagne glasses next to the bed and stopped the almost full bubble bath, we turned the music back up a notch and tossed our sub sandwiches and Gatorade back into our cooler. Then we bolted out of the room as fast we could!
I don’t think we spoke a word as we raced to the elevator and down the stairs to OUR room. Once we got there Dusty tossed open the door and we walked into silence…darkness and nothing very special. We felt like we had just stepped out of a movie scene. I looked around for cameras. I wanted Ashton Kutcher to jump out and yell “YOU”VE JUST BEEN PUNKD”! But Ashton was nowhere to be found.
Dusty looked at me apologetically and mumbled a sincere….”I’m Sorry…”
That was when I lost it….we both laughed till we cried, pulled out our subs and Gatorade…climbed into bed…and reminisced about the day…replaying all of the perfect…and not so perfect moments.
We soon realized that now we had a real story to tell…a story we would never forget…a story everyone would be too shocked to believe. The mishap of the night was going too far outweigh the memory of sheer bliss and romance that we knew the other couple was going to thoroughly enjoy (and we don’t blame them)!
I think this story goes to show that not every wedding will be perfect…that sometimes as a bride or groom we can get caught up in the perfection we expect the day to have. It is important to remember that sometimes…it might rain, the groomsmen might have one too many, grandma will be late for the ceremony, the pastor will stumble on words or mispronounce your name, the color of the flowers in your bouquet may not match…but in the end all of these little imperfections are what make the day memorable, unique and something to talk about to your children and grandchildren. These are the things you will look back and share when you celebrate your 30, 40 and 50th wedding anniversary.
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