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2025.01.18 12:58 Such_Cabinet3981 How many things can go wrong in a wedding?
Hi Charlotte! I’ve enjoyed your videos for years and have contemplated sharing this story for my first time being a maid-of-honor for a good while. Thought I would do so now as the TikTok-ban may be limiting your ability to create content. This is certainly a wedding-drama-lama-worthy story, but only in the most wholeheartedly hilarious way. You asked for long ones, and I aim to please. Buckle in, it’s a long and, frankly, quite absurd one. Also: I have shared the story with several friends, and they are likely to recognize this if they happen to watch this. If they do: hi! :) .
Let me take you back and set the scene: I live in a Scandinavian country and have been surrounded with many good friends, some of who’s parents have migrated here from elsewhere. One such friend is our lovely bride, «Joy,» who is a generous, supportive, laid back and drop-dead-gourgeous young woman who deserves the world. We were both in out early 20s at this time, and she was ready to start thinking seriously about marriage after having finished her degree. She had been open to meeting people before this, but it was never a priority to her. Her parents knew a young man («Eric») from their home country (an African nation) and suggested she meet him. I guess this could qualify as them arranging a potential marriage partner for her, but this was still completely on her terms. ( just making it clear: none of this was forced upon her.)
At the time Eric was studying in another European country, and Joy traveled to meet him there. I can’t recall all the details as this was years ago now, but I remember them spending time together a few times by traveling back and forth and they would of course text and talk on phone/whatsapp/etc. I got to talk to him too, and he seemed like a calm and steady person. As the months went by, they grew closer and closer. One day while she was visiting him, he popped the question. They were going to get married! He was willing to move here to where she and her immediate family were living, and the wedding planning began!
As only the Bride lived here (were the wedding would take place), she took on the responsibility and was pretty swamped. Her parents seemed to have a lot of ideas, and she seemed pretty allright with letting them partake in making many decisions as it lessened some of her load as well. One thing she made very clear was that she wanted to have a proper wedding-photography session and get great quality pictures. I am a former model with connections to wedding photographers, many of whom were close to the town that the reception would be held in. I recommended a few to her, she fell for one very sweet and talented one, and I helped her book her.
There was to be 5 parts to this wedding: Friday afternoon - sign legal papers at the courthouse Friday evening - a wonderful African engagement/wedding ceremony with dance and food. Saturday noon - wedding ceremony and sermon at the church (Saturday 3 o’clock - photograph session) Saturday’s evening - wedding reception at a venue: dinner, cakes, speeches etc.
Us bridesmaids: Me and another friend of ours, (Belle,) were asked to be 2 of the 4 maid of honors/bridesmaids. Neither me nor Belle had done this before and were excited to help our friend with anything she’d need. The four of us had been given different responsibilities. The two other bridesmaids were relatives of the Bride, and they would take charge of the ceremony on Friday evening as well as help the bride get ready Saturday morning. Me and Belle would join the bride and groom at the courthouse on Friday, and be guests at the African ceremony. Belle had worked in a flower store before, so she was asked to decorate the church before the wedding ceremony Saturday morning. I was still communicating with the photographer, and had promised to bake and bring 2 cakes for the reception. (Note: close family and friends bringing cake is a normal practice in our culture). Lastly, Belle would sleep at my place (as I lived 40 min away from the venue,) and Belle would drive us around while we were doing small errands for the bride.
Now, as you can tell, a lot of planning and delegating responsibilities had taken place. The problem is, there are some problems you really just won’t see coming! Let me take you through this wonderful experience:
That Friday afternoon, I arrived straight at the courthouse after finishing my classes at uni and jumping onto the first train I found. This court session was, in comparion, very uneventful and quick, but still nice. From there we drove to the location of the African ceremony. Belle and I had little insight into what the day would entail but was asked to bring some sets of clothes, and the other 2 bridesmaids would help us get ready. When we arrived we were positively surprised to find that we would get to wear some African garments they had brought. I wish I knew the name of this, but all us girls were matching. It had a circular glorie-shaped headpiece and the dress was a long piece of cloth they helped us wrap ourselves in, all in a vibrant gold. I will admit w]that the gold looked much better on their beautiful brown skin, and me and Belle stuck out like sore thumbs. None of us cared. We were ready to have fun and enjoyed each minute of it. We even got to learn an easy dance and join in as all us girls were entering the main room. I could go into more details here, but don’t want to misinform or assume things about the ceremony that may be wrong. The main thing seemed to be that we’d all act out a situation where the family of the bride and groom meet and gifts are exchanged. It was very interesting. My favorite parts were the dancing and the delicious, delicious food! There was a whole buffet of their traditional dishes (as well as many that I was already familiar with) and I probably tasted every single dish! Belle was a bit more careful than I and ate the things she felt more comfortable with, but we both had such a good time! At the end of the night, she drove us back to my place, we communicated with the bride in case she needed anything, and we prepared a few things for the day ahead before going to bed a a reasonable hour.
Saturday morning: Now, in recent years I have been diagnosed with adhd and it is no secret that I am often running late with things ( sorry, Charlotte, you would hate me to the core hahahah) but I had made a real attempt at being on top of this cake business. I knew I would be in uni on Friday before the courthouse and African ceremony, so I had finished one of my cakes Thursday evening. This was a cake that tastes better after leaving in in the fridge for 24 hours. I felt so confident and proud of my self. My plan was to wake up at 7am and finish my next cake (whom I had prepared nearly everything for) before leaving with Belle to decorate the church. So, Saturday morning I awoke with a Pang! Not out of vigor and excitement for the day, but because my a-hole was threatening to rip. I just ran to my toilet and remember thinking. «Dammmn what could I possibleÿ have eaten to deserve this???» I remembered all the dishes I had tasted the night before. Maybe I had some obscure intolerance to yam or some spice?? I won’t go into details, but I ended up visiting my toilet seat 9-10 times before we left the house. My cake didn’t withstand a chance. However, my adhd-(pained)-butt is nothing if not flexible. I made a new plan: I packed up the ingredients and thought to finish it at the church while Belle fixed the flowers. As she drove, and I was preoccupied clenching my buttcheeks, Belle asked if I was asked to do a speech. Of the two of us, she was rather shy and it would be natural to assume I would have been asked instead of her. I say no, and we assume the bride probably doesn’t want many speeches.
As we drive towards the church, we are sent an sms and asked to stop by the mall to pick up some hairpins. A sister(?) of someone (?) had taken them all.. apparently the wedding-drama had began, we just weren’t there for it. Belle stopped the car and went to find pins, and I took the chance to seek out a toilet. Later, at the church, I helped Belle get the flowers out. After ensuring she felt confident finishing her task by herself, I - you guessed it- ran to the toilet. However, it was complete preoccupied. Not by one, not by two, but by around 7 young women all getting ready for the wedding. Here. At the church. In the only available toilet. That I desperately needed to sh@it in!!! I wanted to cry. Luckily, by chance, an elder in the bride’s family couldn’t access that toilet as it was down a flight of steep stairs, and the priest allowed us to make us of the «personell» toilet as well. I sneakily guided anyone wanting to get changed to do so downstairs and ended up unintentional hogging the upstairs restroom most of the time.
My stomach was at its absolute worst at this point. I started envisioning myself walking down the aisle before the bride, leaving a trail of brown goo that would get into her beautiful white wedding attire. Honestly, I was downright horrified. I had no ability to even think of the cake, it was left completely neglected. Now, the ceremony was about to start. The worshipband was playing, and they were so sing 2-3 songs before the bride would arrive and they’d switch into their wedding march. However, we were not able to get ahold of the bride at all. I would run out of the bathroom for minutes at the time and ask Belle and the groom and the relatives if anyone had any news. Why is she MIA? As she fled?? .The last 2 bridesmaids were also not here yet. After taking their sweet time, and leaving me wet with sweat, one of them sent me a cryptic message about the bride being «preoccupied « or something. Naturally this left me assuming the bride too had gotten diareah. I felt so connected to her in that moment. I snuck up to where the poor groom was waiting patiently and explained the situation, trying to reassure him with my own palpable nerves out for anyone to see. However, as chill as my bride is, her now husband was even chiller. He just “okays” and then motions for the band to keep playing, and that they did. One new song after the next. Later on we found on that the bride (luckily) did not have diareah (although one of the other bridesmaids did) and what had happened was that her uncle had run off with her car, - the only car available, to buy something for his daughter. Even my laid-back bride was properly pissed him, as this resulted in her ending up 45 min late to her own wedding ceremony! I personally was stuck on the detail where i was not alone in my pain, and suspected one of those dishes must have had gone bad or something.
When I received the message about the bride having arrived in the barking lot, I was of course sitting on the bowl (no surprise there.) I wiped my aching hole, praying with all the sincerity in my bones that God would either a trengthen my butt-muscels or weaken my bowel-movements, whatever fit his desire, - and went out to signal to the band and groom that we were ready to start. And our good Lord came though (finally!)! I kid you not: from the moment the bride entered the church, my raging stomach took a chill pill. Truthfully, I don’t remember much about the sermon, I was just so relieved. I did however notice it was long. Which is okay, except, we have a photography appointment coming up and are not running an hour behind schedule. When the pastor finally finished, and I thought we were ready to leave, the relatives were invited to come pray for the newly married couple. Very cute, but we only had 30-ish min before camera-time was gonna start. I hoped, naively, for a few seconds, that this would just take 5-ish minutes.. right? Nope. And I was so stressed, because I was standing up on the “stage” and couldn’t reach my phone to even contact the photographer! The meet-up-location was very close and I was just staring at the clock calculating how long it would take for the bride and groom to leave the room, greet guests and for us to drive there. We had also wanted to give the couple a snackbreak, but I quickly realized there would be no time for any of that. What was I going to to do?
I looked at my bride and saw the sheer look of panic in her eyes. She was sooo stressed! I took courage and snuck over to my phone (a very not-subtile action, which was very visible for all guests) and made some gestures towards the bride so that everyone else would catch on to what we knew: we gotta move the show along! The pastor seemed somewhat annoyed, but ended the ceremony shortly. As the bride and groom walked out, I snuck away and called our photographer. We explained we’d run late and that we understood if she had to leave at the appointed time, and we’d of course pay the agreed-upon price. However, she was the sweetest person and reassured us that she had some extra time and to just let the bride know she was fine by waiting a bit. The bride had felt very stressed and truly appreciated this kindness so so much as these pictures is one of the things she had been looking forward to the most! The photographer also did a great job helping the couple feel at ease and loosen up, even in the falling snow, and the photos turned out wonderfull!
On the car ride to the reception venue I ask what Belle had wondered earlier that day; had she wanted a speech? I honestly just asked to make sure she didn’t, but she was like: «aww, yes, that would be so great!» and as I smiled back, my heart and tummy summersaulted, and my brain began calculating. I still hadn’t finished my cake.. and now I must also prepare a speech?? Luckily my intestines had come more cooperative, I just hoped it would last.
Surprise, surprise: it didn’t last. When we arrived at the venue all guests were ready to eat. The bride and groom needed a small break first, so dinner (another delicious buffet) was held off for 30 min. I spent every minute in the kitchen assembling my cake and trying to whip the cream with a stupid blender (I had no portable hand mixer.) The metal whips of the handheld blender ended up heating up, and no matter how long I kept at it, my milk-cream would refuse to mix into whipped-cream. I was annoyed. I was exhausted. And by the time that as dinner was finally served, I was very, very hungry. My idiot self had learned nothing from last nights buffet and could not withstood the temptation. So I ate. Just a little bit. And then the back-end sprinklers reignited. I ran from my place at the dinner table to the toilet, and ended up staying there for a good 15 min. Frustrated, but stubborn enough to make the best of the situation, I decided to spend the time doing some productive: I wrote my speech. I though of how Joy would always find ways to see and appreciate people, be there for them, no matter busy her everyday life got. How even on days like this, when she feels rushed and overwhelmed, she is graceful and attentive to others. A few weeks earlier I had been introduced to the poem «Hour» by Carol Ann Duffy in Uni. It portrays how even little moments and be made into something beautiful, like straw being spun into gold. That would be my speech: to tell her groom that he is lucky, because my friend, his lovely wife, is able to do this. And no matter how busy life will get, she will always make each moment count.
After dinner there was some time for people to mingle. I ran back and forth between the bride and gustes and my unfinished cake and and my favorite room: the toilet. I got to know the kitchen staff, and the head chef and I become buddies. (She laughs as my attempts to magically produce whipped cream with the wrong equipment .) At some point I am being called into the dining room: time for speeches.
All eyes on me, and all I can think is “please don’t shit, -pease don’t shit.” The term for “making a fool of your elf” in my language is “pooping yourself self out” , and this felt eerily ironic as I pictured that very thing happening in my very immediate future. I wanted to be quick and like, sprint through my main points. But does fate move the way we want? Oh no. On course not, because I get a translator. Half the guests only speak their African language or French. (I don’t..) So thus, I must speak slowly, one sentence at a time. I speak in English and my translater translated into their language. I read the poem from my phone and he tries to translate it word for word afterwards. I am nearly dying at the end of this, but my eyes and smile only show my genuine affection for Joy. Anyway, the translator does his thing, and apparently he does a better job than me because at the end of the speech, the only people crying are the non-English speaking ones! One sweet grandpa takes my hand with tears rolling down his smiling face muttering something I can’t understand. I smile back at him, yet in the back on my mind I wonder how the translator elevated my speech to anything this touching. To this day, I do not know, but I am grateful and impressed.
My speech was a success. I stopped by the loo. (Quick note: all day long I am meticulous about washing my hands, don’t you worry!) Now, back to finishing my cake. As I wasfinally finishing whipping my cream and spreading it on the cake, I saw the kitchen personell gather around a table where the cakes were being set out. This was in a separate room from where the bride and guests are, and they were whipering amongst themselves to avoid get too much attention. I went over and asked the head chef what is going on. She threw her hands up in exasperation and said she’ll show me. Before us was a 3 layer weddingcake ordered for the occasion. She peeled off the protective layer of cardboard, one layer at the time. I thought «it’s probably been smashed» or something, but the lower level looked fine. I breathed a sigh of relief. She peeled off the next layer. It too looked fine to me, and I wondered what the issue could be. Then she removed the uppermost layer of cardboard, and lo and behold, the chocolate calligraphy spelled out : “Jasmin and Morten, March 23. 2021” the date was off by a week and the names were completely wrong! And the “cherry” on the literal top: the wedding figures are white. The cake shop had mixed up the orders…
The head chef was rambling now, wondering how to cover this! “All I have is mayo?! Should I cover this with mayo?!!!” I told her, please don’t. I was so dumbfounded that it took me a minute to realize I could actually fix this, - well, at least make it redeemable. Whipped cream is not the only thing I had brought to finish my cake. I had raspberry jam. So there we were, the head chef and I, spreading store bought raspberry jam over the expensive calligraphy on the main wedding cake. We removed the white figures and rearranged the marzipan flowers, and it looked… okay. Not breathtaking, but appetizing. We didn’t tell any of this to the bride before the day after, and she hadn’t even noticed. We showed here a picture of the actual cake and our cover-up, and she laughed so hard. She ended up sending the pictures to the store and received some of the money back. Luckily, Jasmin and Mortens wedding was the week after, so they hopefully didn’t make any mistakes there. (#weLOVEaChillBride)
Imagine how I feel at this point: despite my diarea, the bride showing up late, us barely making the photography session, my surprise request of doing a speech and the cake I had to fight tooth and nail to finish, it all worked out. I finally took the chance to chat with people. I learnt my lesson from dinner and didn’t dare display such audacity as eating, so I couldn’t even taste any of the delicious-looking cakes. I helped out some guests with this and that, planned out the clean up with the bride’s parents, and relaxed. The night was nearing it’s end when the bride called me over the the top table where she and her group was seated next to some relatives. She asked me to come very close and started whispering in my ear: “could you get us some condoms? We absolutely forgot about it.” I was on it.
I say I was on it, but I had never bought condoms and I didn’t have a drivers liscence. I recruited Belle and we sat to googling. The normal shops has already closed for the night, so we jumped in the car and drove to the nearest gas-station. Belle looked quite uncomfortable as I payd for the condoms, and we went back. I put them in a bag of some sort (potato chips possibly) and handed it to the bride discretely in front of the family members that were still guarding her. The night was saved. Again. However, I don’t think they bothered using them all, because 9 months later they had their first child. <3
Wohoo, if you read all this, thank you so much! This story sounds ridonkylous, and it truly was. There were a few more things that happened, but I don’t want to make the story confusing. Although this was a very stressful day, I honestly had fun the entire time and hold this wedding experience very close to my heart. I think to myself, «if I can show up for my bride when having diareah, I can show up for my self in daily life.» Have a lovely day onwards!
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I have been a victim first hand of the body creams getting nasty and expiring I had saved a rose and vanilla body cream from two years ago and it was just so bad. I want to stock up on the rose and vanilla body LOTION if that may last longer? and if so from your experience how long do they last?
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2025.01.18 12:58 Ilikechicken777 Quitting Antidepressant cold turkey?
Okay so I started taking prozac/fluoxetine (20mg) when I was like 16 because zoloft/sertraline didn't do anything. Prozac helped me reduce suicidal thoughts, gave me a bit more motivation but it never really did much for anxiety. I was also in therapy which also helped a bit ig. But anyways now I'm 21 and pretty depressed (not suicidal although I would still rather be dead). My anxiety is really bad particularly social anxiety is really bad. On top of that this medication makes me so hungry. Before taking ssri I never had intense hunger. I am underweight but that's because I ignore the hunger and drink lots of 0 calorie drinks and workout. If it weren't for that I would be so fat. All I ever think about is food. I don't wanna take this anymore.
Has anyone else just quit cold turkey? What was it like? Did you feel more depressed? And how long did the headaches last for if you did get them. Thanks!
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2025.01.18 12:58 deadturkeyy Advice for MATLAB/SIMULINK Portfolio
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2025.01.18 12:58 MachineCultural8216 Looks like she settled! Most of the settlement goes to crap the state had to pay for cuz of her free loading ass!! Hopefully she will put the money towards giving those kids a happy home and life they have been through enough!
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2025.01.18 12:58 catebell20 Overwhelmed
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