The classroom at Irvine has a few major issues as a getting-ready space. The biggest one is the huge windows on the doors that have no kind of shade. Had we known, we would have brought tape and posterboard to cover them up, because people kept walking past and staring at me! The other issue is that the elevator lets out downstairs, for handicapped access to the ceremony, and people didn't know which way to go, so they kept wandering past the classroom instead of going the other way around. If we had known this would be a problem, we would have put up signs and maybe had Irvine rope the area off. Also, somebody upstairs was telling people who weren't handicapped to go ahead and use the elevator, which they shouldn't have done.
Irvine had a set of bathrooms downstairs, thank goodness, because nobody would let me go anywhere where Mark could potentially see me. The lack of any private space in the Classroom though meant that all of the bridesmaids were getting ready in the bathroom, which made it kind of hard to actually use the bathroom. I think, had I thought about it, it would have been good to have some kind of screen or changing curtain strung up or something.
The fern room, where the guys got ready, was completely empty.
Overall, I was glad we used the classroom - it had tables and chairs, which were very helpful for getting ready and spreading our stuff out. The fern room was totally empty. But I definitely felt extremely stressed out the whole time about how many people were wandering past and eventually my bridesmaids caught on and started telling people to go the other way.
Also, can we discuss why everyone feels like they need to help the bride get dressed? I was very uncomfortable - I managed to get myself into my dress the entire time I was doing my dress fittings and didn't have a problem with it. I didn't really want to strip down in front of a whole bunch of people and a photographer, and there is something super awkward about doing that in your wedding underpants. So I did what any totally sane person does. I kept my shirt on. The pictures of me getting into the dress are terrible - I'm doing the awkward 8th grade gym class getting dressed, or I'm groping myself while my sister zips up the dress.