I vomited in my wedding dress. And I wasn’t even drunk. Like, not even a little bit.


And it was TOTALLY FINE.

We all want our wedding days to be special, fairytale, magical perfection. But when does life really work like that? I’m gonna say never. And weddings, no matter how much planning or money you throw into them, are no exception to this rule.

So let me tell the story of me puking in my dress. It was right after the ceremony. Chris and I had just done some post-ceremony pics with the photographer on the beach and around the pool, while the rest of the guests descended a few yards down the beach to the restaurant for the reception. When we arrived at the reception, my brother-in-law decided to give a welcome shot to the bride. So he asked the bartender for one.

Now, I don’t know if the bartender was trying to be mean, or just not thinking, or, wanted to see a sloppy American bride, but, his poison of choice was Bacardi 151. Which is different from regular Bacardi in the sense that it’s 75% pure alcohol.

So, Aaron hands me the shot. I down it, thinking it’s maybe a lemondrop, or something fruity and innocuous! When the sensation of what I was expecting lined up with the reality of what had just gone down my throat, my body just said, “NO WAY.” I calmly put the shotglass on the bar and said, “Excuse me, I’ll be right back.” Went to the ladies room, opened my mouth, and like a delicate flower, eliminated the foul liquid from the base of my esophagus. And returned to the party like nothing had happened.

Some brides would be mortified by this story. I love that it happened. My dress was fine, my mood / health / everything was totally fine. It was just one of those things you don’t expect is going to happen.

So if there’s any advice I can give, it’s this: Weird shit might happen. And that’s the shit you’re probably going to remember, and those memories will be cherished way more than what kind of dessert fork you ate off of.