50 Things I have started to worry about as I head precipitate towards our
wedding day.
- People will take delight in informing me that they are hungry and ask ‘when is the dinner’
- People will delay the timings at the venue by being late or slow
- The few hardcore drinkers will use up all the free drinks tab and those who don’t drink will have to pay for their own cokes
- The table settings will look stupid
- The decorations will fall down during the meal
- Someone will break something that I will have to pay for
- The wedding car will get caught in traffic
- The wedding dress will get caught in the door
- The wedding dress will get smeared in poo. I do poo regularly throughout the day. What if I can’t hoist it up properly and end up getting poo on it?
- My parents will argue with each other
- My parents will contain their arguments with each other but tell me all about it instead
- My bridesmaids will argue with each other
- My bridesmaids will contain their arguments but tell me all about it instead and make me come to the toilet with them, during which I will poo on my skirt
- Someone with children will ask me why I am not letting them stay for the evening when other people with children are staying for the evening
- Someone’s child will put poo on my skirt
- Someone’s child will argue about who will put poo on my skirt
- Someone will get burned by the fireworks
- Someone I don’t like much will not get burned by the fireworks
- People I don’t know will tell me information I don’t need to know
- People will offer me tips about the wedding night or make obscene comments
- People will wonder why there are no speeches (see the above)
- I will have a plethora of calls during the morning from people asking stupid questions of the bride: “What time does it start?” “What colour are the bridesmaids wearing?” “Will it matter if I turn up late?” “Will there be a gluten-free option?” “Have you got so-and-so’s telephone number?”.
- I will have spots on my chest from stress
- I won’t have time to do my hair
- The decorations will go all wrong because I am not there to supervise
- I will hate my dress on the day
- Only my side of the church will be singing the hymns
- The preacher will ramble on and make the same point 100 times as usual
- I will need a wee
- I WILL need a wee. This is not a fear. This is fact. I have to go every hour.
- Despite all the decorations, bouquets, flower arrangements, cards, order of services etc being my designs, my creations and my time-agonising craftwork, I will get none of the praise and all of the criticism: ‘if only it had been taller/smaller/wider/more colourful, or ‘you should have, you could have done, I would have done, I did’.
- People will try to pin money on my dress. This will only NOT be a bad thing if there is a poo smear on it, because the money will cover it up
- Someone will gatecrash
- Someone will get lost and ring me for directions
- The best man will decide he does want to do an impromptu speech. At the last minute.
- I will fart during the vows
- The photographer will charge extra time for people being SLOW or the preacher going on and on and Ariston
- The photos will come out looking shocking, what on EARTH is that on my dress?
- A million people will tag a million photos of me unauthorised on facebook
- Someone will complain about the DJ
- The DJ will complain about other people
- The best man will forget to pay the rest of the DJ’s money
- The DJ will complain about the best man
- The Best Man will fight with the DJ
- My father will dangle the Best Man over the balcony
- The reception will mess up the cake stand
- The reception will lose the pre-ordered bespoke cupcakes
- A child will lick all the bespoke cupcakes
- Bespoke cupcake stains will get smeared on my dress
- A stray crow will fly into the building, causing mayhem and destruction and smearing my dress with guano, before plucking out the eyes of a small child who should have been sitting down on the kid’s table but, no, mummy got too precious and decided that little sonny/little bonny had to come and sit with them, which means the person next to them will have had a small foot kicking them over and over and over during the wedding breakfast, until of course the rabid crow comes and de-ocularises the brat.