Chapter 8
Wedding weekends were crazy, but knowing I avoided a t*****e session with my mother made it a little easier to swallow. I loved my job, but working with brides, dealing with the emotions of weddings, and working all weekend was less than desirable.
The bride, Megan, asked me about attending the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner, but eventually decided she’d rather have me focus on the wedding day. I’d love to say I didn’t encourage her in that direction, but I totally did. Having to work both Friday and Saturday night got old in a hurry. Plus, most people cared more about the wedding than the reception, made sense, so rehearsal photos usually got tossed in a photo album or worse, a box.
I enjoyed my day as much as I could with my limited mobility and soaked in a hot bath that nig
