7:00 AM: Beep. Beep. Beep.
My alarm was going off. It’s was finally my wedding day.
OMGITSMYWEDDINGDAY. We have so much to do! Breakfast to pick up, hair to do, nails to touch up, mimosas to make, pictures to take! What’s the weather" Is it sunny"! Please let it be sunny!
A million and one things were racing through my brain, so despite the fact that our hair and makeup artist was supposed to arrive at 7:30, I slipped into my bride robe and shamelessly wore it to pick up our breakfast at the bakery across the street. I needed to get out of the hotel room and just breathe for a minute.

Photo via City Bakery Cafe

7:20 AM: The bakery is packed. For a minute I think I should have put on something more appropriate than a pair of sleep shorts, a tank top, and my little white robe. Nah. It’s my wedding day, y’all. 7:30 AM: Still in line. I shoot a text to BMs E and B. “Let (hairdresser) in if she comes. We might be a little late.”
8:00 AM: We are finally back at the hotel room, but where’s hairdresser" I call to see if she hit traffic—nothing. I call again, and again, and again. Still no answer. Let’s just drink mimosas and eat pastries.
9:30 AM: I call hairdresser again. Nothing.
9:45 AM: She calls. She overslept and is on her way.
Hive, two and a half hours after scheduled arrival time, our hairdresser walked through the door. We were supposed to be at our first look/portraits downtown at 1:00 PM. We had ...