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Bride Guest Blogger and INSTYLE feature!	Wednesday, July 1, 2009 • Bride's POV

Bride Guest Blogger runs every first of every month. Liz Garcia is a screenwriter in LA and her husband Josh Harto is an actor and writer. This is Liz's third Bride Guest Blogger post. ALSO: Great news, Liz and Josh's wedding is featured in this month's InStyle Magazine! Yay!

IN DEFENSE OF DITCHING THE PLAN
by Liz Garcia

A wedding starts with good intentions. Among them, to be generous with guests, to look your best for pictures that will go down through the generations, to combat nerves in order to be sincere and present for your betrothed, to personalize the ceremony and reception so that it could never be mistaken for someone else's wedding. And to get it all done. On time. And with a year and a half of engagement time, why shouldn't every moment of wedding have gone just as we planned?

Because we're writers. And writers wait until the deadline is breathing down your neck like dragon fire. With the help of our super-organized and formidable wedding planner, Pamela Cianci of Outlined Productions, the fundamentals were nailed down immediately -- the in-demand Anna (book now!), the venue (year in advance!), band, decor, cake. Which left the details. Details which Josh and I SWORE we'd do ourselves. On time. That was the plan.

And we did a lot. We did. We calloused our fingers and maxed out our Kinko's card upholding much of our end of the bargain - working into the wee hours on favors, programs, a 40 page 'Welcome Packet.' But then there were the things that um, didn't go as planned, 'cause we, um, didn't get to everything. The signs we planned on putting up to ensure guests could find their way through the labyrinthine wine country roads, they didn't get put up. And dear friends called us lost in the thick, velvety night and having nearly driven into a pond. And the day of, my maid of honor was clomping through the supermarket aisles in her dress and heels, hungry baby on her hip, 'cause I forgot about the wind and needed serious hold hairspray.

But let me give due credit to the gifts provided by procrastination. Firstly, wedding planning can BE your procrastination. Why hand that outline in on time when you can be scouring wedding blogs like StyleMePretty and IndieBride? Those hours online led me to Anna and Pamela. It's also how we found the images that became the QuickTime movie (oh yeah, seriously determined to not hand in that outline on time) that was sent to the cake maker, florist and lighting designer. And lastly, it was on the day before our wedding that my husband told me he wasn't yet done with his vows. Which meant we wouldn't have time to share them before the day of. My nerves skyrocketed; gone was the plan designed to ensure my comely composure in front of all our guests. But this was truly the greatest gift of the wedding. My husband, who had insisted that he read his vows before mine, lest my finished-six-months-before vows show up his, blew me and everyone else out of the water. And I mean that in the most romantic way possible. Yes, I got unbecomingly tearful and splotchy and carried away because I was so surprised and touched at his lyrical, hilarious, heartfelt vows, but I wouldn't want it any other way. I felt my heart expand in my chest -- seriously! like the Grinch! And as if that wasn't enough, after our spontaneous and intimate display, our guests ... they changed. Their tears and their love ('You changed my life!' 'I don't have to settle for guys who are jerks anymore!' 'I love you two!' All the stuff you wanna hear...) flowed like we were three days into a desert spiritual retreat. It was surreal. Totally unplanned. And the most amazing, profound, connected experience I've had in my whole splotchy, nervous life.

Here is the InStyle spread!

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