Priest’s first ever wedding. He was an ex pub landlord. He rocked on the edge of the altar throughout the ceremony, I was ready to catch him! He called my husband-to-be Anthony throughout the ceremony. That is not his name. He hadn’t put out the hymn books/order of service, so I stood like a lemon in the entrance while my db ran round distributing both.
He hadn’t put up the number of the hymns on the wooden display as would be normal in a Catholic Church so had to find then announce them. He had put a wooden bench for us to sit on despite us saying we’d prefer to stand throughout the ceremony. He claimed we’d forgotten to bring the vows even though we’d said we wanted the bog standard order of service in the book he had. Throughout the ceremony, somebody was using a broom very loudly in the vestry. I think my uncle went to stop him/her at one point.
We’d asked the photographer to meet us at a local park after the ceremony for the main couple photos. He ‘got lost’ and didn’t turn up, so we had to rush to do photos at the venue.
At the reception-hottest day of the year-my dad dripped with sweat writing his speech then rambled on about me sneaking off to smoke with our unusual dog, so fairly obvious. Nobody laughed, it was painfully cringe worthy. My husband dumped me during the first dance and took off his shirt, his brother, the best man, joined him to dance, I just stood back. I wasn’t too bothered, I found it funny and I’ve never let him forget it, 26 years later.
I’m glad to say everyone was well fed. I deliberately organised a 3pm wedding so people wouldn’t be waiting long for food (5pm) and we had a huge buffet a couple of hours later for everyone plus the evening guests-very few people, just a few colleagues.