Weddingbee Blog

Oh alright, so maybe ‘gone wild’ is a bit of an exaggeration. But it definitely wasn’t conventional. Once we girls were ready, we headed out with Photophil to the main lobby of the resort where the big reveal would take place and Mr Breezy and I would see each other for the first time in all our wedding finery. En route, however, we just had to make a couple pit stops to ruffle our plumage a bit and strut our… you know… stuff.

Hmmm… what’s this I see? That’s one big palm thing. Must. Get. Photo.

That was lovely but sorta tame. What if I do…. THIS?

Ahhh yes. Now there’s a pose my children will be proud of one day. Look how limber your mother was once, kidlets. Don’t ask her to do it again if you want her to walk.

Sure, I knew how ridiculous I looked. Except… I kept on doing it. Must have been the champagne. Er, I mean the absolute BLISSFUL BRIDAL STATE I was in.

I hadn’t bustled up my dress for the trek from our suite to the main lobby since we’d be doing photos there anyways. So instead I trucked it around with me using the little loopy thing that I *think* was only there so you could hang it up on the hanger.

Whatever. It totally worked. Plus it kinda made the train of my dress look like a superhero’s cape. Super Breezy to the rescue!

C’mon gals. You KNOW you want a piece of this palm plant-thing action. And let’s see those parasols, hmmm?

That’s right. Work it… work it….

Augh. Can I just tell you how happy I am that I went with all white parasols after all? I think they look fab. Colored ones would’ve taken away from the magnificence of my girls and the luscious background, non?

Boy it’s hot here in the Dominican Republic. I have a sudden craving for a bit of a… breeze (har har).

What? You’d like to see our shoes? Why certainly!

Although the girls wore matching dresses, I told them to wear whatever shoes they wanted. It was fun to see their different personalities come out in their selections: my super sexy yet thoughtful SIL chose wedges (because wedges don’t sink in sand… she’s so smart!!), my hot cosmopolitan Miss P chose pumps (those pumps will strut their way into so many different social situations) and my classy AND va-va-voom maid of honor, Pepperpot’s foxy shoes (she’s a fox whose shoulder you can cry on anytime).

Um, did I mention it was hot? Some of us needed more breeze than others. Pepperpot, you’re SIZZLIN’.

While they were cooling down, we took more shots of me. Hey, I was the bride… or that’s what they kept telling me. I sorta still couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Exhibit A: (note the goofy grin)

Exhibit B: (yep, still grinning)

Exhibit C: (Nice photo but… is that confusion on my face? Why are you taking so many pictures of just me, Photophil?)

Let’s get those lovely ladies of mine back here!

Beautiful lil’ Sister-In-Law:

Lovely Miss P:

Pepperpot:

And of course, Mama Sea Breeze:

I think we were ready to move on. But… oh DANG! I think the heel of my lovely purple shoes got gnawed by the rocks around that stupid palm thing!!! (Note my bridesmaids’ faces looking appropriately concerned. God love ‘em.)

Whew. It’s OK, Photophil! The damage was minimal!

Ha ha ha. That was soooo funny. (This is just an excuse to include one more candid shot. I love candids.)

All right. Moving along then.

What’s this? A stairwell? Why Photophil, of course we’ll go up the stairs.

You want the girls to do what? Go up one more flight??

Oh Photophil, you clever man, you.

Right after these photos, we went back down to the main floor and very nearly ran into Mr Breezy and the guys who were also making their way towards the lobby! YOWZAS! My maid of honor Pepperpot shrieked bloody murder and hustled me down a side hall and then all the girls crowded around me and put up their parasols while they yelled, “GO AWAY BOYS!!! WALK FASTER!!!” I cannot tell you how incredibly hilarious it was. The memory of it still makes me bust a gut.

We’re almost there. The big reveal is about to happen.

Photos by Photophil Steingard and his sidekick, Michael Steingard.

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