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I did the traditional church wedding. As the organist started to play my processional music, dad and I moved toward the door to go in... not realizing the danged wedding coordinator had her foot on the train of my vail.
So... vail comes tumbling down, taking down half my up-do with it.
This whole time the door into the church remained closed. It took one-and-a-half stanzas of the anthem for the wedding coordinator to get the vail back on, and my hair partly put back together.
Meanwhile, my poor husband is standing up at the front sweating that I wasn't coming. He still gives me a hard time about it 4 years later.
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