Some weddings one simply will never forget …

It was friday night, I just finished off a small intimate wedding, and I had to take the last plane to Dubrovnik. I was doubting though. A wedding was booked for Sunday but after the booking (and payment), I never heard back from the bride. Never. Simply Never.

The only thing I know was the name of the bride, that the wedding would be somewhere in Dubrovnik and coming Sunday. But all this I know before ten months, and then the bride simply ignored all my mails and phonecalls. May be the wedding was off? What to do? Go, or not go?

As the wedding was paid in full, I decided to go. In worst case I would enjoy a weekend in Dubrovnik. So I took the plane, and had a nice Saturday morning coffee on Stradun. Still no sign from the bride. I decided to go to every hotel in town to ask if they may be had a wedding on Sunday. Happily, Sunday weddings are not that frequent and happily, hotels doing destination weddings are to be counted on two hands. I was lucky though. The first hotel confirmed they had ‘my’ wedding: the receptionist looked a bit strange though when I told him I lost my bride …

So, now I had exact location and I got even a time when preparation started in the hotel, so I felt a bit better knowing I had a job to do. When on Sunday I finally met the bride and asked her why she never came back to me, her response was strinking: “oh, I know you are a pro, you would show up …”. That simple. Who needs wedding stress?