Sorry for the delay, but we recently got our raw video and well nothing else happened until we watched every bit of it!
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Now, back to our regularly scheduled recaps already in progress. We woke up in port, got our remaining things together (let me just say that one aspect of our cruise that I hated was checking all our baggage by midnight the night before!), and went to the balcony for one final look. Low and behold, the Queen Elizabeth 2 was docked right next door. So, out came the camera once more. After taking a bazillion photos we finally vacated our stateroom promptly at 8am.
We had to run by the photo shop before we left to retrieve a photo we had ordered the night before, so by the time we did that and made our way to the grand lobby, they were calling our ticket color. SWEET! Over the gangplank, into the terminal, and strait to our waiting luggage. The terminal was very empty at that time so we had our pick of the very nice and attentive porters. Fred called the park and cruise people and within no time we were back in the car on our way to Disney.
Because we had decided to forgo breakfast at 6am that morning, we decided to stop at the first service plaza on the turnpike. I think I took twice as long to eat my muffin as I needed because I knew what was going to happen when I was through. PROGRAMS! Oh and we still had to decide on how to tie the darn ribbon. Bow? Knot? Something else? I created a few different options and told Fred to choose because frankly I could have cared less at that point. He chose the knot because it was easier for me!
So, I cut out my ribbon into little strips and start tying 80 little knots. Would you believe that I didn’t get finished until we got off the turnpike in Orlando! Who knew it could take so long to tie knots.
We checked in with my mother and found out she hadn’t even left home. (She was bringing our puppies to Orlando so that they could stay in doggie day care during the wedding.)We field several other calls before we arrive at the Contemporary: the groomsmen/practically bridesmaid called to give me an update on the weather forecast (hey, I’d been on a boat!) and another groomsmen called to say he would be late to the rehearsal because they had a problem at work he needed to quickly handle. Fred pulls up to the guard shack and I realize I don’t have my ears on! Silly Woman! So, I go digging in the backseat and emerge with the ears just in time for the valet to get a nice view of my large tucus through the windshield. The valet manager just happened to be there, evidently saw the ears, and got the whole crew whooping and hollering. (Our first bit of Disney Magic!) He wanted to know when we had gotten married, we told him that we weren’t yet and told him the wedding was tomorrow. By that time the concierge had made his way down to get us and we were whisked away.
We arrive on the fourteenth floor, greeted by name, and start the check in process. She wanted to make sure that I was alright having a room without a bathtub before she assigned me a room. (I suppose Fred doesn’t matter as much.
) She said she could probably get me another room, but I told her I was fine without a bathtub. That was a dumb thing to do because she was going to upgrade me to a suite! It didn’t really matter to me though as I was flying high on excitement. So she gave me my room and then gave Fred his room. She made sure that we were not next to each other because I guess she figured out that we didn’t want to see each other tomorrow until we were supposed to.
We get the keys, I grab a few drinks and snacks, and we unload everything into my room. (I got a king sized bed and that room had more floor space than Fred’s room.) We sort out the luggage and because we were only staying one night decide to pack most of it back up and go ahead a load it into the car. Our planner calls to make sure we are on property and to find out when she needs to meet us to retrieve the rest of our stuff. We explain the parent predicament and she tells us not to worry, because she can just pick up the stuff later that night before the rehearsal dinner. COOL! Don’t have to worry about that I suppose.
Then well ... the afternoon of endless phone calls begins.
My mother calls to tell us they are about to get onto the turnpike and wants to know if there is a shorter way to get to the doggie daycare place since we had pretty much decided by that time that there was no way that we could take them ourselves. I tell her we will look into it and call back. So Fred attempts to use the free internet in the new Contemporary rooms to get directions.
We learn that my mother can cut a significant piece of the trip by taking another exit off the turnpike going to the doggie daycare place and then on to WDW. Ok, problem solved. “Wait! What about my step-father? He has to be here at 4pm for the tux fitting, and what about your mother?” After a little thought, we decide to play musical passengers. The plan was to have Fred’s mother follow my mother off of the turnpike, stop at the nearest convenience store, and pick up my step-father. My mother would then drop the puppies off a daycare and Fred’s mother would go strait to WDW. Sounds like a plan huh?
So, we call both parents and explain what they are to do. Surprisingly, neither one complains! I was getting off with my mother when Fred tells me we had an e-mail from Reverend Kevin asking for the final draft of the ceremony. Um...I thought we did that before we left! Evidently, we didn’t, the e-mail didn’t go though, or something because he didn’t have it. We first e-mailed the final ceremony draft in case he checked his e-mail between then and the rehearsal. Then Fred took the handy dandy flash drive to the concierge desk and asked her to print a copy. She happily obliged and presto ... Crisis averted.
Suddenly, all blankedy blank blank broke loose! Both cell phones ran at once. Of course one was my mom and one was Fred’s mom. Turns out that the “exit” wasn’t really an exit; more of an interchange. Everyone was acting insane! We got everyone calm, found out where they were, and found a place for them to stop and switch passengers. After we were reasonably assured that everything was fine, we decided to make a trip over to the Wilderness Lodge to see if anyone was there yet.
On the short drive over, my father called and gave us their room numbers. Way to go dad! At least one parental unit can correctly follow directions! So we get to the Wilderness Lodge and proceed directly to their room. We walk in to a variable smorgasbord of snacks! Way to go step-mom! I grab something to much on and go out onto the balcony to see what all the fuss was about. My Aunt had the room directly under my father and my cousin (that aunts daughter and also a bridesmaid) had the connecting room. So we were in essence having a balcony party!
Meanwhile, Fred gets another call. (Hey, I’m no fool. I left my phone in the room!) His mother is downstairs awaiting instructions. I suggest that he go down to the lobby and ride with her over to the Contemporary so that they can unload the various wedding junk and Fred’s father, brother, and my step-father can get fitted for their tuxes. My father, step-mother, and crew (she has two children from a previous marriage and a best friend that made the trip) wanted to go to the Magic Kingdom to purchase their annual passes, so I said I would escort them to the Contemporary via the boat and they could catch the monorail to the Magic Kingdom after my did was fitted for his tux. So, Fred left to meet his parents and we left for the boat dock.
We were lucky! I saw that the small boat that goes to the contemporary was at the dock, so I ran ahead to stop them from leaving. So, I’m getting on the boat and who should I spy but our friend. (groomsmen/practically bridesmaid that called with the weather forecast earlier in the day) We chatted on the way over and he met my step-mother (she is a recent addition). After arriving at the contemporary we start our journey down the insanely long dock. Nope, didn’t realize it was that far from the building. My father is a rather heavy man and he problems walking long distances, so I slow it down considerably even though they were already 5minutes late for the fitting. After all they can’t fit all 9 people at once! We make it to the end of the dock and we decide to take a brief break. My dad gets all silly and tells us to go ahead without him. We all ignore this “request” because it’s just not going to happen. (In reality he knows that too! He just likes to offer I guess.) Anyway, we turn the down time into silly photo time!
With everyone rested we start the journey to the building and who do we meet? MOM! She had successfully dropped the puppies off at doggie day care. We chatted a few minutes about the place, whether she was comfortable with it, how the dogs behaved, and how the check in process worked. We had pre-registered the week before by filling out all the paperwork and sending proof of vaccinations, but we were a little worried that one of our puppies would not respond well to strange people. She has always been a rather spooky dog (meaning she barks at everything, everyone, and nothing), but we had been taking her to the park and petsmart and she was doing a lot better. Anyway, turns out when my mother first walked her in the building she started backing up and growling. They don’t take “aggressive” dogs and weren’t going to take her until my mother explained that she was just scared. Then well for some reason they had received our proof of vaccination, but didn’t have our paperwork indicating our puppies likes and dislikes. UM … Everything was faxed at the same time! So, my mom had to fill that out (to the best of her ability) as well. Needless to say dropping off the puppies didn’t go as smoothly as planned. Oh and she said that they said all three dogs baths! Um . . . could that be because my mother let them do this while we were on our cruise.
Finally we all manage to get into an elevator and off we go. Anyway, I took my father to Fred’s room for the tux fitting and then my mother and step-mother when back to my room. So, I start opening boxes and find that one entire box is filed with a garment steamer! LOL I turn around to my mother and ask her why in the world she brought a garment steamer??? She says, “Well, um I thought my dress might need to be steamed.” I’m cracking up by this time, but manage to ask her if she remembers the many conversations we’ve had about the woman from the tux place coming to steam my dress and all the bridesmaid’s dresses (she was the MOH). She cracks a smile and says, “Well, what do you expect ... I’m old!” Evidently, in the last minute rush to gather all relevant material she had forgotten our many conversations and convinced herself that she was suppose to bring the steamer. So, needless to say ... we were going to have neatly pressed gowns one way or another.
Our next task was putting together the favors. We decided to focus much of our attention on the welcome boxes, so we opted for a slightly smaller and inexpensive favor: a goodnight sweet treat from our three dogs. We procured white food boxes and placed three dog bone shaped cookies in each box. To secure the lid, we made cards with a picture of our dogs dressed as mice. (These also served as our at home cards.)
Anyway, the boxes and cards were already prepared, but to conserve space and preserve the freshness of the cookies we decided to wait until the last minute to actually put the boxes together. Well, considering it was around 5pm by that time and our planner would be there around 6 to pick everything up, the last minute had arrived. We set up an assembly line of sorts. My step- mother places the cookies in the boxes, my mom closes the boxes, and I slap a card full of glue on the top of each. We were rolling right along!
Sometime around 5:30 the fitting is over and everyone leaves! Fred comes back to my room where I’m hard at work finishing the remaining boxes. Fred and I finish the remaining cookie boxes and stack everything up for our planner. About the time we finish, she calls from the California Grill to check on our progress. Fred tells her we are done and she says she’ll be right down. When she gets there it dawns on us that we probably needed to call a bellman because we have way too much junk for her to carry on her own.
While waiting for the bellman to arrive we decided to go ahead and give her the gift we got for her. As you can probably tell from Fred’s story on the “About Us” page it wasn’t exactly easy to plan this wedding. Some of problems were due to the fact that it had been almost three years since the Magic Kingdom was the site of a wedding, some of the problems stemmed from changing Magic Kingdom event coordinators half way through the process, and the majority of the problems were a result of the inefficient Disney bureaucracy. In light of the process our planner had guided us through (and well what she had accomplished) we thought this was particularly appropriate.
After our planner left, Fred and I decided to practice our dance out on the balcony. I had never danced with the new crinoline or shoes so I wanted to practice. I get all dolled up and we are in the middle of our little routine when my mom returns to the room. She takes one look at me (At this point I have on a crinoline, fancy shoes and mickey bridal ears.) and bursts out in laughter. And well then our dance practice turns into a photo shoot. Unfortunately, my mother hasn’t yet learned how to take a proper photo, so this is all I got!
By this time it’s about 6:45, so we start getting ready for dinner. Fred arranges to have the concierge take the rest of our gifts (bridal party and parents) to the California Grill and mom and I primp. I have to endure a little motherly advice about my lipstick and my eye makeup and my earrings, and my . . . well you get the idea and we are finally ready to go.
Fred comes back to my room and says that he’s gotten a few phone calls from family asking where to meet. (This was on their information sheets!) So we assign my mother with the task of making sure everyone is where they need to be. She goes to both the first floor and fourth floor of the contemporary and finds the remaining stragglers that either didn’t read their instruction booklet or mistake the words fourth and first for second!
I kinda wanted to be the last to arrive at the rehearsal dinner so I drug Fred kicking and screaming (no not really) out to the balcony to practice our dance. (Can you tell yet that I’m obsessed with the dance??) We practiced a few times and Fred went to check his e-mail one more time to make sure Rev. Kevin had received the latest revised ceremony.
I spent a few more minutes outside gazing at the castle and briefly reliving the past year of planning. There was something so surreal about that moment. I was standing there on the night before I was going to marry the love of my life at a wedding that was literally plucked straight from my dreams.