The week leading up to the wedding Bobby and I had been staying at my Nana’s house in my hometown near where we would be getting married.  The wedding was Friday night, and Wednesday afternoon we ran around doing last-minute errands. 

After dropping everything off at the reception site, making last-minute decisions, and touching base with all our vendors, we climbed in the car and realized we were done.  After over a year of wedding To-Do lists, we were finally able to say that there was nothing left to do.  Not a thing. 

For 14 months this consumed us.  We had planned every last detail.  Every second it seemed as though we had someone asking us questions, needing answers, needing decisions… and finally it was just us.  We didn’t have any more answers to give, no more decisions needed to be made.  Bobby and I sat there in silence and it hit us… we were getting married… and nothing had ever felt so right.  It was a crazy, AMAZING feeling to know that it was finally time for the fun to start.

We decided to take full advantage of the moment.  We both took out our cell phones and turned them off.  We grabbed a bottle of white wine, and headed to a casual little restaurant out on a dock near my house.  

We sat at a picnic table on the dock overlooking the water, eating lobster, and drinking chilled white wine.  We spent hours talking about how excited we were for what was right around the corner.  It brought me back down to reality, and reminded me of why all of this was happening in the first place. 

It was the best dinner we’ve ever had together. 

After our perfect dinner, we made our way back to my Nana’s house where my mom and family were buzzing with excitement.  I headed to bed, knowing that the following two days would be a whirlwind, while Bobby stayed up with Nana drinking scotch and swapping stories (my Nana can party).

The morning of our rehearsal dinner, I woke up feeling excited, relaxed, and ready to get the events started! 

The first thing I did was put on my gym clothes and head to a local gym (I had bought a guest pass for the week).  I knew I had a few hours before all my bridesmaids and family members started to file into town, so I wanted to get in one last good sweat before walking down the aisle. 

So…. there I was, sweating away on the stairmaster, when I looked up and someone caught my eye.  I can recognize that swagger from miles away…

That’s right, Bruce Springsteen had just entered the gym.  For those of you who haven’t picked up on it yet, I am a big fan. 

One requirement that Bobby and I had for our wedding band was that they MUST play a lot of Bruce songs.  All our friends and families are also huge fans, and we knew people wouldn’t leave the dance floor as long as there were good Bruce jams being played! 

I was born a fan. 

… for those of you that are wondering, I gave that haircut to myself in my tree house because I didn’t like that my mom always put my hair in pigtails… she cried when she saw me.  Let me know if you need a trim.

I’ve been to over twenty Bruce concerts, and my best friend and I were so crazy that we actually decorated the fence outside his house during high school (he lives a few towns over from where I grew up).  We thought it would get us tickets to his next concert.  It didn’t work.  Shocking.

Although I’d run into Bruce plenty of times before, I had never had a full conversation with him.  Being that I was going to be a bride in about 24 hours, I figured that was as good a time as any. 

My sweaty self and I jumped off the stairmaster and tried to gain my composure as I walked over to him.  I really had no idea what I was planning to say to him, but I knew it was something I had to do.

I started by awkwardly saying hi and telling him that although I wouldn’t normally bother him, I was getting married the next day and I wanted him to know how much his music means to me and Bobby.

A huge, genuine smile came over his face and he started asking me about the wedding.  He couldn’t get over the fact that I seemed so calm and relaxed for a person about to have a wedding (little did he knew, at that moment I was ANYTHING but calm).  We talked for about five minutes, and he made me feel so comfortable.  He asked if I’d like to take a picture.  Um…. twist my arm, Bruce…

Notice that I literally still have sweat dripping down my shirt.  I had no shame.

Before parting ways, he wished me a wonderful wedding day and a very happy, love-filled marriage.  I was gitty with excitement and immediately sent the picture to everyone I knew (to say that Bobby was upset that he opted out of the gym in order to go golfing would be a HUGE understatement).  It truly was amazing.

After jumping up and down and screaming in the locker room, I gathered myself and left the gym to go meet up with all my bridesmaids at a nail salon.  We spent the rest of the afternoon catching up, getting mani/pedi’s, and relaxing before it was time to get ready for the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. 

I couldn’t imagine my day getting any better.  I had gotten in a good workout, hung out with Bruce Springsteen, and spent the day laughing with all my best friends. 

That alone would have been the best day ever, but in reality, it was just beginning of the best 24 hours of my life.

If you could meet one famous person, who would it be?  What would you say to him/her?

Have you ever met anyone famous?  Tell me the story!!