First thing I did after returning from the honeymoon was cut my hair. I love it. It's adorable.
I love my rings. The diamonds in my wedding band reflect light into my e-ring and make it sparkle 10x more.
The wedding was beautiful and classy, if I say so myself.
Lots of girls told me they loved my dress.
After the ceremony, I didn't give a shit what happened. During the first dance, I stepped on my train and broke the bustle. I didn't care.
Later in the evening, one of my friends spilled red wine all over my train on the dance floor - I didn't care.
Someone convinced teh DJ to let him do karaoke to Guns 'N Roses Sweet Child O' Mine. I didn't care.
My husband requested the Macarena and the Electric Slide (which I'm sure were on my Do Not Play list). I did not care.
Everyone sang along to Pour Some Sugar On Me. I loved it.
The bartender was taking tips. Before the wedding, I thought I'd be mortified by this, but now, I do not care.
Ten other things went wrong that I do not care about in the least.