This past weekend, I witnessed an amazing couple get married. I also had the pleasure of being the bride’s personal attendant on her wedding day. However, I have to admit – when she first asked me, I had one major question on my mind:
What the hell does a personal attendant do?
So, I relied on the internet, got a few suggestions from friends, and put a list of duties together (then added more alcohol to that list, figuring if everyone was a little buzzed they wouldn’t notice if I forgot anything).
Prepared with champagne and orange juice for mimosas on Saturday morning, a tote full of supplies, and far too much luggage, I left speeding along 90 headed towards Madison (turns out there’s a lot of traffic leaving downtown Chicago. Weird). I skipped checking in to the hotel and arrived ten minutes late the rehearsal, only to discover I was locked out of the church.
Finally breaking in, I was able to snap a few photos before leaving to check in to the hotel. Where a shuttle was waiting to take us to the rehearsal dinner. Which drove away while I was throwing my luggage in the room. So I hit the road and managed to enter the wrong address in my GPS, not realizing it until I was half way to a different restaurant. So of course I was ten minutes late the rehearsal dinner, and ended up at the kids table.
Which was perfect. I like kids. Especially if they’re cute, like these ones. And turns out when you’re exhausted from work and driving and breaking in to churches, cute kids are exactly who you want to be around. Without having to put any effort into conversation, I found out how Ms. Thompson was the best teacher ever because she let the class skip math that morning. And let them skip morning routine! Three cheers for Ms. Thompson!
Not to be outdone by his sister or Ms. Thompson stories, the gentleman to my right informed me that at age 11, he was much more world traveled than his younger sister. I had to ask where his favorite place ever in the world was. He answered with Captain Bill’s Seafood Restaurant. Red Lobster comes in at a close second.
The kid’s got good taste. Those biscuits are good.
The next morning was an excited flurry of hair spray, make-up, and smiling faces. I headed over to the reception location to pick up a bag of rose petals that were supposed to be in the cooler…only to discover they were in the freezer, placed there on accident by the groom.
Planning on keeping it all a secret (Chad, buddy, you could have gotten away with it had you not mentioned it during your speech at dinner!), I tried to save the day. Turns out, you guys, there are a ton of websites on how to freeze flower petals. But none on how to unthaw accidentally frozen ones. Weird.
That one minor incident was, from what I could tell, the only thing that wasn’t exquisite about the day. And even that turned into an endearing story.
The bride was breathtaking. The entire wedding party was a fun crowd. The reception was beautiful. It truly was perfect. And as far as my personal attendant duties, I was grateful for my tote full of supplies and helped out with whatever requests came at me.
My advice, if you are ever a personal attendant, is to role with the day, be prepared for anything, and carry a big bag.
And my advice, if you want to become more world traveled, is to hit up a Red Lobster once in a while. Those biscuits are good.