Well the cat’s out of the bag now and we revealed our big surprise to our wedding guests and you that we’ve secretly been married for a month now.
Surprise!!! *throws rice confetti and releases the doves*
Here’s what people are saying about it:
“It was the best wedding I’ve never been to!”
“Most fun we’ve had at a wedding in a long time!”
“It’s so romantic and beautiful.”
“How did you keep it a secret so well? We loved it!”
We are eternally grateful that everyone supported our actions and thought what we did was romantic and dreamlike. It really was.
I mean, look where we were! Can you blame us?
Our wedding day in Santorini was relaxing. Since our wedding wasn’t until sunset, we actually lounged the whole morning, swimming and hanging out in our private jacuzzi with glasses of Assyrtiko wine.
I’ve heard that every wedding day has its minor glitches and mine involved my flat iron.
While we had planned ahead and purchased an international adapter plug, Joe had warned me about voltage conversion issues. So far, things had worked out when it came to charging our camera and my laptop. While getting ready for the big event, I plugged my flat iron in to use it to smooth my bangs down and planned to curl the rest of my hair.
Yes, I know that sounds weird. I use my FLAT iron to CURL my hair. Just trust me it works, and I like how the curls turn out better than with a curling iron.
I had recently just purchased a new flat iron as well. It was so beautiful, a shiny new red handle and it worked really well.
I was straightening my bangs when I heard this little sizzling noise. And about 5 seconds later I dropped the flat iron to the floor because that sizzle I heard was the inside of the HANDLE burning up and scalding my palm. VOLTAGE CONVERSION ISSUE!!!
This day is not about my hair. This day is not about my hair. This day is not about my hair.
Those are the words I repeated to myself in the mirror as I stared at my straight hair. They were followed by gratitude to the gods for the fact that I had smoothed my bangs and NOT begun curling my hair or else I’d have ended up with some half-headed poodle-ized catastrophe.
And my new straightener…ended up in the trash. 😦
In the end it worked out.
Joe also played a trick on me on our wedding day. We’d been talking the week before we left about our wedding vows and all he’d tell me about his were that he “had a good idea” of what he was going to say and he didn’t need to write them down because he didn’t want them “to sound rehearsed.”
Okay, fine. But know that I had stepped up my game when it came to writing wedding vows. When Joe and I first started dating, I was still in college and wrote a lot of spoken word poems. Some even, for Joe. It’d been years since I’d written one. As a meaningful gesture, I wrote my vows in a spoken word poem for him.
The morning of our wedding, we both had to rewrite our vows nicely on fresh paper because we’d only packed the rough drafts. So I wrote mine out on one end of our room, and he wrote his on the other. I finished rewriting mine, meanwhile Joe is still sitting there – slightly staring into the abyss, periodically writing something down.
That worm! Is he just writing his vows NOW?!!
So our wedding time came and I was unsure what Joe’s vows would be. I was half preparing for a bulleted list of nonsense.
So what the heck had he been twiddling with for so freaking long?
My twerp of a husband was messing with me. That whole time he was sitting there pretending to struggle with his vows, he was scribbling Bruno Mars song lyrics on the back of the paper!
I’ll get you for this, my pretty!
Everyone we worked with from our Grecian wedding planner’s company was wonderful. We had so much fun laughing with them, enjoying our happy moment of foreverness, taking in as much beauty as our eyes would let us, and sharing cake and champagne with them as well as our hotel staff, who felt like our long distance Greek family members while we stayed there.
Thank you to everyone who supported us and our big surprise!
We so enjoy sharing our 2 special weddings with you all.
Have you ever kept a big secret from your closest loved ones?
How did it go over when you finally told them?
By Misty’s Laws
Since Jess is about to embark on a journey of love and foreverness that many before her, including me, have taken (and somehow survived), I thought this might be a good time share my own wedding story, which might serve as a cautionary tale for her upcoming nuptials.
I was married on a rainy day in October, almost 12 years ago. Leading up to that wedding, I was what could best be described as a dragon breathing, hair-trigger, insane beast . . . better known as a Bridezilla. It happens to all of us. I’m sure not Jess, of course, but pretty much everyone else. I never thought in my life that I would be someone who stressed over details such as table
settings and flower arrangements, but there I was.
But a really strange and wonderful thing happened the day of the wedding. I woke up and I had the weirdest feeling . . . complete and utter calm. Today was the day and it was all over. The planning, the stress, the details… everything was finished. All that was left was to get married. It was incredible.
Although I seemed very calm and happy, the people around me were wary of my new state of being. They had experienced the monster I had become and were skeptical of my newfound peacefulness. Hence, when we arrived at the hair salon and I realized that we had left my headpiece back at the hotel and asked my dad to run back to fetch it, they expected some type of rant or fuming state because of this mishap, and I watched as my bridesmaids and mom exchanged wary glances. But
instead, I serenely sat and drank my mimosa, and patiently waited for it to arrive.
And despite the clouds and drizzle outside, I felt fine and knew it would be a beautiful day. Some people say that rain on your wedding day is good luck, and I was convinced at that time of the truth of
When we returned to the hotel room to get dressed and ready for the wedding, there were a million people in the hotel room and I was starting to feel a bit claustrophobic. It was the closest I got that
day to becoming annoyed. But, instead of yelling and throwing a childish fit, I just took a breath and focused on getting into my dress.
Once everyone was ready to go, and the photographer had snapped a few “getting ready” shots, we went downstairs to catch the limo to the chapel . . . but it wasn’t there. It was running late. My maid of honor had the company on the phone and was very firmly explaining that this was unacceptable and that we couldn’t be late, but I just spent the time getting some more beautiful shots taken in front of the hotel. I was still happy and calm.
The limo arrived soon after and we were off to the wedding. By the time we arrived, the sky had cleared up and it was a beautiful day with a gorgeous blue sky above us. The wedding itself went smoothly, but I later found out that as we were doing a final prep before I walked down the aisle, somehow we got lipstick on the wrap I was wearing around my shoulders. My bridesmaids wisely did not inform me of this, and instead just reconfigured the wrap to cover it up. They told me later and I found it pretty funny.
The reception was wonderful . . . mostly. However, all those little details that I had stressed over and meticulously planned? I didn’t care at all. People were eating, drinking, dancing, and having a great time. And so was I. Every once in a while, somebody would walk over and place a drink in my and my husband’s hands, but because we were always meeting and greeting with people, and then later dancing, we would usually set them down somewhere and forget about them, until someone brought us another. This is to say that we weren’t drinking very much . . . at first.
Here is where we face our greatest problem of the day, and where I finally lose that zen-like calm. It started the moment when my husband’s best buddies from high school realized that there was an
actual bar in the lobby of the hotel, directly outside our reception hall. And when they decided to forego the open bar we had paid for for our wedding guests, and instead decided that they would go across the lobby and buy shots. Mainly . . . mind-erasers. These shots were then fed to my new husband, who drank them out of a sense of fun and responsibility, not because he’s a huge drinker. A few of those bad boys, and it was all over. Luckily, this was at the tail end of the night, but our last dance was not pretty, let me tell you. I was holding him up as we clumsily swayed on the dance floor.
Once the festivities were over, and we went to the front desk to get the keys to our honeymoon suite, the night desk clerk was clueless as to what we were talking about. In attempting to explain to him that we were the couple who just had the 4 hour reception in the room directly beside his desk, and that there should be a room waiting for us (supposedly filled with flowers, champagne and strawberries, per our prior request), he just looked at us blankly. This was about the time when my extremely inebriated husband decided that he had had enough of this guy, and wanted to fight him. So, we then had to hold him back and firmly place him on a couch across the lobby to chill out. By the
time they found us a room (not the honeymoon suite, just a room), we were too tired to care. One of us was about to pass out, as well, so you can imagine how exciting my wedding night was!
So, that is the story of my magical wedding day. Mostly serene, until the very final moments. To avoid this, I would suggest not having your wedding where there is a real live bar close enough for shot
purchases. Either that, or put something in your wedding vows for Joe to recite, wherein he promises not to get wasted on your wedding night! Mazel Tov and good luck!
Misty is a lawyer by day, ninja by night. At least one of those things are true. Recently, she discovered that she is growing a baby ninja, and can’t wait until the baby starts training . . . inside her belly. Misty sometimes finds the time to write about various inane subjects at her blog: Misty’s Laws.