Married in a hurry! reprise and Sinus infections make the best gifts!

So, Friday the Thirteenth lived up to its expectations. These are the episodes of bad luck that I know of, there may have been more-

There was a snow storm. I spent the morning cooking salmon for my vegetarian(ish) mother-in-law. The friend who was doing my hair was two hours late getting to Cheyenne. Before coming to my house, he and my maid-of-honor/witness went to Walgreen's to grab some pantyhose, where his car died. A couple of hours later, they got to my house, where my hair and the ribbons braided in it decided not to cooperate.

When it was time to go, nobody knew directions to the Masonic Temple. On the way, my middle brother got rear-ended by somebody who apparently doesn't drive in snow too often, and had a hole punched in his oil pan. (He handled it admirably, though, and escaped unscathed!) When everybody got the temple, we were all so disorganized that really none of the stuff I had brought for the reception was brought downstairs and set up.

When it was time for me to prettify, I realized that I'd left some of my makeup in some of the bags that had stuff for the reception. I made do with the makeup we had on hand, and got ready. I told the judge that nobody was giving me away, but I was so nervous that I had my youngest brother walk me up at the very last minute. Brian visibly swooned when he saw me, which I actually think is really cute.

When we got to the reception, I realized that I'd also forgotten Brian's laptop, so we didn't have any music. While my mother was making a toast, she leveled a glare at my step-father that could have frozen the blood in a lesser person's veins. There was an awful lot of confusion as to who was doing what, but we still made it though.

We were worried we wouldn't be able to make it to Fort Collins for the honeymoon, since the interstate was closed for a bit, but it opened back up before the reception ended. We still had to run back to our apartment to grab overnight stuff, and we actually did forget to refrigerate some of our delicious food! On the drive down to Fo Co, the horrible weather lasted until the Wyoming/Colorado border, which surprised me very little.

Upon our arrival at the hotel, we couldn't find parking closer than a block away, so I took a short walk in my tennis shoes and my wedding dress. Brian had ordered this lovely little Romance package, that came complete with truffles and rose petals and breakfast in bed in the morning. It was all very lovely, except for the part where it got set up in someone else's room! (Isn't that just a hilarious mental image, though? A single guy walks into his room and finds rose petals and chocolate everywhere!) After relocation to a larger suite to make up for the mix-up, Brian and I had some quality kinky dungeon time, after which we both passed the hell out. Later that night, to put the metaphorical cherry on top, I woke up congested and coughing with the mother of all sore throats.

I'm fairly certain I never put 'sinus infection' on any gift registry. More importantly, I'm kind of proud that I didn't turn into Bridezilla (RAWR!) and flop down crying about how I wanted everything to be perfect. In fact, despite all the accidents and misadventures and fluid cursing, I would do it all again.

They say a picture's worth a thousand words. What does this one tell you?