Yeah, it rained. I was in denial too. It wasn’t supposed to! It was supposed to be sunny and cool, like at our walk-though (because you can’t rehearse getting married, you only get to do it once).
I got a voice mail from the hotel’s coordinator at 7:30 in the morning, it had too many words for me to listen to so I sleepily called her back and asked her to sum up what her voicemail said. Basically, she reminded me that it rained over night (which I hadn’t know, I was bottled up in the hotel’s hot tub and then a king size bed with my good friend, Andrea) the predictions for the weather were that it would drizzle off and on until 1 PM, and that we could risk setting up the outdoor ceremony, or I could choose to have everything setup indoors. If it was just going to drizzle and that the sky wouldn’t open up on us, I wanted to be outside! A big part of the reason we chose the St. Julien was the view of the Flatirons from the lawn; I wasn’t about to give that up if I didn’t have to!
4 hours later, when I was walking down the isle I kinda regretted my decision, but everything looked so beautiful! It was 50 F outside (according to my frozen feet and Weather Underground), and I was COLD. Like goosebumps and trying not to shiver or chatter my teeth cold. I’m glad that I didn’t let my cousin talk me out of wearing my cute little sweater. BTW, said sweater was purchased with the idea that it would be 55-60 and sunny, not 50 and damp.
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