Firefighters crashed my wedding—not once, but twice. My husband and I both had fashion emergencies. I stained a vintage frock and a made-to-order gown with bike grease. He split his custom trousers on our dance floor.

Did I mention his Nana was wheeled out of our reception on a stretcher? Or that we’d wake up as newlyweds to discover we’d been robbed? Or that our honeymoon involved a full-blown fraud investigation?

The 24 hours encompassing our wedding were, by far, the most tumultuous I’ve ever experienced, and I’m a newspaper reporter who covers oddities, tragedies, and heartwarming stories for a living. Neither my journalism degree from Toronto Metropolitan University nor working in eight different newsrooms across Canada prepared me for the chaos of my wedding weekend.

Photo: Maddy

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