Wedding Blog

Part I: Primped and Prettied
Part II: The Dashing Gents
Part III: The Wedding Duds + A Suite Switcharoo
Part IV: The Threads, and How They Unravel!

To continue the Eggplant wedding story, where did I leave off? Oh yes, the ladies and I were dealing with our bridesmaid dress fiasco.

Meanwhile, back in the boys’ camp…

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Mr. Eggplant and his guys made a trip down to the banquet room to set up the A/V. Mr. Eggplant wanted to make sure everything was set up perfectly and he insisted on doing it himself during the morning of the wedding.

It didn’t take long before they finished and started goofing off in the hotel courtyard.

I loved the Mediterranean style courtyard of our hotel. It was decorated with red tile floors, a small fountain, and white Christmas lights strung over all the bushes. It was perfect for an intimate celebration.

Mr. finally took his crocs off and replaced them with tuxedo shoes.

Mr. Eggplant changed out of his non-wedding appropriate shoes just in time for Ray to snag his portrait. I’m really glad that he had time to do these, because grooms are often forgotten when it comes to wedding pictures.

Mr. Eggplant will be the first to tell you that he’s gained a few pounds in his squishy cheeks since the wedding. It must be my fabulous home cookin’.

Chinese pop stars unite. Oh yeaah.

While Mr. Eggplant was busy playing cool with da fellas, the girls and I were heading down the elevator to meet them.

I know this picture looks like Monica and I were sharing a girls only secret. In reality, Monica was double checking my teeth to make sure my lipstick was in place. I also remember that I was no longer nervous. Nope, I was as calm as a cucumber. Or is it as cool as a cucumber? Anyway, I was just so excited and wrapped up in the moment. I didn’t care that we were a little late for the ceremony or that I had spent the last hour sewing instead of taking pictures with the girls.

I almost decided not to have a veil for the wedding. I’m so glad I changed my mind. Veils make cool photos like this one.

Our photographers set up the Eggplant meeting in the courtyard. They placed Mr. Eggplant on one side with his back turned to me. As I approached him, Mr. Eggplant clasped his hands in eager anticipation. I love how this picture captures the moment.

I tapped Mr. Eggplant on the shoulder…

Finally, the big reveal! Mr. Eggplant was so cute. His jaw dropped open and he didn’t even come over to hug me. He just stared and stared. I thought he was the most adorable thing in the world.

I, on the other hand, was not so adorable. Mr. Eggplant turned me around to take a long, hard look at my butt, while I decided to purse my lips like a baby eating a lemon.

Finally, Mr. Eggplant gave me a hug. And it was a big, juicy hug, not one of those flimsy, pat your back hugs.

However, I wouldn’t let Mr. Eggplant give me a big kiss, because I had to keep my lip gloss on for the ceremony. He settled for a small peck instead.

We headed straight for the church, which was conveniently one block from our hotel.

Next up: Miss Eggplant becomes Mrs. Eggplant!