So by the night before the wedding I was officially and totally freaking out. "The Tuck" as he refers to himself when he frequently speaks in third person, wasn't getting my I'm-so-nervous-so-I-have-to-make-jokes sense of humor that evening. Yet, he expects everyone to laugh at his same old jokes after the fourth time of hearing them. Anyway... we got to the church, on time surprisingly, and dropped off our dresses. I was running around making final payments and finalizing some minor details right before we started the rehearsal...if that's what you call it. It was the most rushed, unorganized event there ever could have been. The Tuck uses different names for superstitious reasons, which was not helping the fear I had that he would not remember our real names during our vows or when he announced as husband and wife. Then he and Pat, the wedding coordinator, were not on the same page and just confused us all. (Which became only slightly evident on the wedding day!)
After the (less than a) Rehearsal, we headed to Fishermen's Wharf. It was a really nice rehearsal and the food was delicious. But better than the food, was the people there. I got to meet the entire Reeves family and all of Lisa's sisters. And the Missouri family was there, which was nice because I haven't seen them all in a while.
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