I got married in Texas in July, so I was drinking a lot of water all day to stay cool, especially once the dancing portion of the evening began. Because my dress was long and fitted, I decided to bring a short dress along with me so that I could change into it if I started getting too hot or uncomfortable. Several songs in, I was ready to switch dresses, so my sister and I went to the bridal dressing room that is attached to the venue to change.
After several minutes of unbuttoning to get my wedding dress off, I realized that I had to pee--badly. It was probably the strongest, most sudden urge I've ever experienced. I started throwing on shorts and a shirt as quickly as possible and bolted for the doors that lead out to the bathroom. But when I grabbed them, I realized that they were locked. Unfortunately, the only other way out was through the venue. I wasn't about to sprint past all my guests barefoot, wearing cutoff shorts and a t-shirt, but I also knew that I couldn't hold it long enough to change into my dress.
I was beyond panicked, hopping around the room and trying to keep my bladder in check. At that point, I spotted a cooler and, shamefully, knew what I had to do. I told my sister to look away and hold the doors (to make sure nobody came in the room) and, well, you can fill in the rest. I cleaned myself up with some wet wipes, changed into my new dress, and strutted back onto the dance floor as if nothing had happened. But there was still the matter of the cooler.
I told my husband that I had an important task for him and filled him in on the details. He went into the room, used his tuxedo jacket to hide the cooler, then dumped it out and cleaned it. When he came back onto the dance floor, all he told me was, "It is done." Obviously, I picked the right guy.