As a wedding planner, I've learned to expect the unexpected at any wedding:
Red wine on the bridal gown?
No problem, I'll grab some club soda and we'll get it right out!
Mother-of-the-Bride hates the Mother-of-the-Groom?
No problem, let's all have some complimentary champagne.
The groom is missing and might be at the bar next door?
No problem, unruly grooms can be motivated by an angry Mother-of-the-Bride. Every time.
Bride calls off the wedding and runs away?
Okay, even I can't fix that one.
I try never to look shocked, and I try to keep a pleasant smile on my face so that no one gets panicky.
I did a bad job this time:
The Grandmother of the bride took a nasty fall in front of the chapel. She walked in with a busted nose, a busted lip and a bloody knee. I can't remember exactly what I did, but it was about as helpful as running around in circles screaming, "somebody call 911!" And, I might have had a mild panic attack, (blood freaks me out, I still don't know how I gave birth).
And this is why my business partner/sister rocks. She calmly took Grandma to the bathroom, and began patching her up, icing her down and fixing her make-up to hide the scratches. She accomplished all of this before the ceremony began.
I accomplished procuring a first-aid kit and getting control of my stomach. And then serving myself and Grandma some complimentary champagne.
Cause it's important to contribute...