Bride: In the name of love

Friday afternoon, two friends of mine got married in Illinois. Disgruntled Husband took half a day off and at noon, we piled into the Limo and headed down to Chicagoland.

The days leading up to the wedding, I lost the invitation, so I texted the groom. He gave me their wedding website, courtesy of theknot.com, and I was able to find all the information I needed.

And then curiosity got the best of me.

Once upon a time, in a college campus far away, I too made a wedding website through theknot.com. Back when it was new and novelty and state of the art technology was in its infancy.

A couple of search words later, and there we were. In our 16 bit glory.

I scanned this in at college, using the best technology 2001 had to offer. Like the technology, my ideas about marriage also left me a little blurry.

It was the same webpage I created in 2001, untouched, like a technological time capsule.

We looked like teenagers. The information I provided back then was cute and naive, full of hope and anticipation. We had information about both me and DH, info about our wedding party (the 8-year-old junior groomsman? My recently-graduated-from-high-school nephew), things about our ceremony and reception (reception hall is now a Korean church; I don't get it either), and under "wedding notes" I wrote to pray for good weather.

Oh the things I could tell that girl.

Dear Jessica:

On your wedding day, please have someone turn on the air conditioning when you get there. No one remembered and it was a hot day in the sanctuary. Also, make sure you provide seating for the brass quintet at the reception so you don't have to deal with Marzana, the psycho reception hall lady and chew her out with the phrase, "You see this dress?!" Please also assign someone the task of getting DH his boutonniere before he takes pictures with Grandma's corsage on his lapel because he didn't know the difference. And if it wouldn't be too much to ask, find a friend to specifically videotape the dance with Bubba, because doing the Twist with your dad for the Father/Daughter dance will get you a standing ovation, and you'll want proof someday that you actually did that.

Oh, and you might as well eat the top layer of the wedding cake when you get back from your honeymoon, because it gets all freezer burn-y and gross a year later.

Love,
Jessica 

I'm feeling old today, and suddenly have a craving for wedding cake.