Bitter policeman

I am aware I am going out of order, but this was such a classic story I had to share. So Trent and I leave the reception, only to get about 5 miles down the road and the police lights are behind us. I turned to my new husband and asked him how fast he was going (it was a construction zone... and he was eager to get to slc... weird). The cop pulls us over on the awful utah freeway, he comes to my side, yes, I am in my dress and gives us a lecture how with writing on our windows we could hit a pedestrian. Yup... what a jerk. He then took our names and birthdates, and told us to get off on the next exit to wipe it off. Um.. sir... with what! All we had was wedding stuff, to go boxes and cake. We had to search for an old shirt and my poor little hubby wiped of the windows. I think that young man just got dumped, why else would he hate us!?

So we arrive at the Radisson, as in love as ever. We get the keys, head up to our room, only to see an ajoining room with people who thought cnn would be so romantic to have on the highest level possible. We called downstairs and asked to switch rooms, we get up to the new room, they gave us the wrong keys... Trent heads on downstairs, leaving me in the hallway in my dress... fun exchanges on the hallway. Bride... all by her self.

It all worked out in the end, but we look back on it now and just laugh.