Apparently this wedding horror video went viral back in 2008, but I missed it at the time.
I know, right? Gasp, ack, horror, what a waste of a $1000+ dress and $500 hair and makeup. And yet... while my first response was certainly OMFG horror, my immediately-thereafter response was to giggle uncontrollably. Not at the bride, mind you, but in a shrug-your-shoulders, that's-life, something-ridiculous-is-bound-to-happen-at-my-wedding-too, and I-plan-to-have-a-real-sense-of-humor-about-it way. While I wouldn't wish this on anyone (and especially not at such an important moment of the ceremony), my uncontrollable giggles were a nice little reminder that I will absolutely be able to roll with the punches if all my plans and backup plans and backup backup plans (because I have those too) go to hell.
After my video-related shock, I discovered that this video was actually a viral marketing campaign for a low-budget movie. But it didn't change the direction of my contemplation and the way it made me think about my wedding or how I might respond when something goes wrong. My hope is uncontrollable giggles, smiles, or a general water-off-the-back approach. Heck, I've ended up in a fountain before, fully clothed and sopping wet, and it's still one of the best travel stories I've ever collected (though that is an entirely different story for a different time). At my heart, I'm a roll with the punches girl. I'm the one who stays weirdly calm and manages medical emergencies, natural disasters, and police incidents with cool and efficient detachment despite my over-analytical neuroticism about most things. I furiously planplanplan my vacations and contingency plans, and then I'm happy to just let things happen, fountain swimming included.
For the wedding, I have a rain plan. We're also considering buying wedding insurance and not just a liability rider on our renter's insurance policy. I know where I'd get takeout pizza if the catering fails us. I am making lists of phone numbers with last minute just-in-case scenarios now, despite the fact that the wedding is nine months away. I am prepared for our wedding. And yet, it will not go as planned. Even without a pool to get knocked into, my hair and makeup will probably end up disastrous by the end of the night and my dress will get dirty around the hem by the time the night is over. Our wedding is bound to be highly imperfect, no matter how much we try to control and plan. And, while I truly hope that our imperfection isn't the falling-into-a-pool sort (which would be particularly disconcerting, considering there are no bodies of water at our venue), I'm not too worried if it's something similar in scope. Because, what's the worse that could happen? A particularly notable story about a wedding disaster and a giggly bride who went for it and changed back into her getting-ready blue jeans, that's what.
Giggles, marriage, and blue jeans don't sound half bad, actually. And if I giggle, I figure the guests will all take a cue and giggle with me. And then we'll have a room full of smiles and people who feel free to get a little crazier with their dancing without worrying about hair, makeup, or dirty hems. And that sounds just about right.