Last time, we learned that I can actually pull off a Clark Kent to Superman style transformation if I put on a suit. It doesn't give me super powers, it just makes me look drastically different (apparently). That, however, was not the extent of the hijinks at the Mild Wedding.
First, I should mention that the Mild Wife and I are not super traditional. I walked down the aisle hand in hand with both of my parents, because we wanted to honor them both. That's most definitely not the old school way of doing it, but we figured it was a nice way to do it. Similarly, the Mild Wife also walked down the aisle with both of her parents at her side. Again, we liked that better than tradition.
However, one of the traditions we did want to adhere to was that the wedding dress should be a surprise for me. I'm not sure there was a deep meaning behind the decision, other than I thought it'd be fun to be surprised by how she looked. So, even though we picked up the dress in advance and it was hanging in the closet, I didn't peek. When we brought the dress with us to one of the rooms in the wedding venue, I didn't peek. It was supposed to be a surprise, after all.
The one problem with that plan, however, was that the Mild Wife was supposed to let the dress hang/air out. Since I was in the room, though, she had to wait until I left. Moreover, I couldn't help with the process at all (that would have involved me seeing the dress). So, I cleared out of the room as quickly as I could on the day of the Mild Wedding, and left the Mild Wife to deal with the dress without me around.
As I would later discover, she couldn't find a suitable fixture from which to hang the dress, other than the curtain rod for the drapes. That, as you can imagine, is a fairly high fixture. So, she had to get creative in order to hang the dress from there.
Fortunately for her, her hair/make-up stylist and two photographers were in the room with her. Unfortunately for her, they weren't much taller than her, so it was still a bit of an involved process. I don't know all of the details, but from the way she tells it, people were standing on chairs (I don't think OSHA would have approved). Specifically, her stylist was doing all of this in order to help make sure the dress was aired out properly.
Let me just say, that's one dedicated person. She was there to apply make up, and she was darn near hanging off of a curtain rod for the sake of the Mild Wife's wedding dress. She happened to be the tallest one, and she rolled up her sleeves and got that dress on that curtain rod. Clearly, this is a talented stylist. Incidentally, if you're ever in the market for one, I know of one who will do a fantastic job.
Of course, none of this was apparent to me on the actual day of the Mild Wedding. All I saw was the Mild Wife looking beautiful in her dress, hair and make up on point. I only heard about all of the shenanigans after the fact. Still, the end result was the same: I laughed long and hard when I heard about all of this.
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