My sister's second wedding

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I've been watching some Hallmark movies lately, they're terrible, and I'm more than aware they are all super predictable, with most of them having the same storyline with different actors, but for some weird reason with the month I have had it just takes my brain off of all of the crappy stuff and I can kind of smile along with it, that said it also gives me some wedding flashbacks of my sister's wedding where I was pressured into being a bridesmaid, something I wanted no part of, but she asked and I didn't feel like I could turn her down. My sister was the one who thought I was going to regret not having a big wedding, or a wedding at all since I got married by a judge at the courthouse. She was always a big wedding and celebration person. She was married twice. I was a flower girl in the first wedding because I was five. At the second wedding, I was 20 and a bridesmaid. All of my siblings were in her wedding. She paired us up to walk down the aisle, but my oldest brother gave her away, if I remember correctly. That whole wedding was a lot. She had a somewhat large wedding party to incorporate the whole family into it. She made all of the bridesmaid dresses. I hate dresses, and I especially hate dress shoes. I tolerated it all for her. I even went with her to meet the preacher. She didn't want to go by herself, and no one else was able to go, so I got roped into it. I will never forget the rehearsal. The preacher kept going, and we were all getting tired of standing, and my sister's now husband's brother pulled out a pair of light-up glasses and put them on, and we all had to try and keep ourselves from laughing. It was a funny moment in an otherwise dull night. My sister has a good sense of humor, so she wasn't upset. I don't think the preacher even noticed. I have never met any preacher who talked for that long. The wedding itself went ok, but the reception is where I have the most flashbacks. My best friend came to the wedding with me to keep me company, but I couldn't sit with him the whole time because I had to sit with the wedding party for the first part. My niece (who is only 4 years younger than me) then forced me to go up for the throwing of the bouquet. I wanted no part of this and was literally dragged to the front. No one caught it the first time because no one wanted it. The second time, my niece ran and intercepted it, shoved it in my arms, and took off. Everyone seemed to miss the part where SHE caught it. If they knew me at all, they would know I would never catch it. They just saw me with it shoved in my hands and said it was me. My sister's stepdaughter's boyfriend caught the garter. That was an incredibly awkward experience where he had to put the garter on my leg. I found my niece later and beat her with the bouquet. Later that night, my niece and best friend managed to get me on the stage, where we sang some Queen. My sister managed to record that because they were shocked I went up; I was shocked I went up, but I did. I also was forced to dance with my brother because they had a dance where the wedding party had to dance together, which was awkward. I would love to say it was a fun night, but mostly it was awkward and reminded me of why I hated weddings. I don't even talk to my niece anymore, not because of that night, but because she went to college and got a degree, and I think she somehow thinks that makes her better, and she got very snobby. She is now the head of the food service department for our city schools, which means I actually do see her at my work sometimes, but we never say a word to each other. One of the ladies in the cafeteria told me that she is very stuck up, and I had to agree. Most of the cafeteria staff doesn't like her. I told them that she didn't use to be this way. The weird wedding flashbacks have been hitting me a lot lately, and I'm not sure if it's from all of the Hallmark movies or because I'm remembering a time when my whole family got along and actually talked to each other. The closer it gets to my 9th wedding anniversary, the more I'm reminded why I'm glad we didn't have a big wedding. I have never enjoyed going to them, and I definitely didn't want to have my own. It was never about the wedding for me; it was always about the marriage. The getting married part is what I had to get out of the way to have the marriage.