While the girls and I were rolling around in a limo, the boys were off in their secluded room on the first floor of the museum, preparing to take group photos. Mr. Candy Corn was especially nervous—he later told me how he tried his best to distract himself during this time from obsessing over what my dress looked like, and how he would feel to see me walking down the aisle. He said that five minutes felt like five hours and how surreal it was to have the ceremony just moments away.
Here is Mr. Candy Corn with one of our mutual friends who we lived with in college. This particular groomsman considered our wedding day a bit of a “practice run” since he would be the one saying his vows in less than two weeks with his fiancée.
A shot of the shoes we got the groomsmen as part of their gift for being so studly and handsome. I have to admit, these were a bitch for me to lace up, but totally worth it in the end.
Mr. Candy Corn seemed to dig my surprise wedding gift that I had my brother deliver to him (my brother went from room to room; I think he had bridal party ADD). I gave him an Italian shaving set with a badger shave brush & chrome plated stand with soap, since he was always complaining to me about not having “proper shaving equipment”. Probably not the most romantic gift, but I was running out of creativity and didn’t have the energy to obsess about any other details of the wedding. I actually put his card in the gift bag and completely forgot to sign it with a heartfelt message! He said he opened the card and it was blank and he just giggled to himself.Thank goodness he has a sense of humor and realized I was just completely overwhelmed that weekend with last minute wedding insanity (I filled out the card once we got home and resealed it for him to open again).
Unfortunately, we had a bit of tux-related stress leading up to the wedding. The tuxes we had ordered originally from the quaint shop down the street from us had been Calvin Klein brand and were fabulous on the model in the catalog. When they actually arrived at the shop (about a week late, just two days before the wedding, which didn’t leave any time for last-minute alterations), we discovered generic, ginormous brown tuxedos with coats that were so long, they resembled dresses on half of our groomsmen. The stitching and shape of the tux was very box-like and made most of the groomsmen look like they were in a Cherry Poppin’ Daddies music video. Most of the pants were so baggy, I’m pretty sure MC Hammer would not be willing to touch them (yes I am making a terrible “U Can’t Touch This” reference). And don’t get me started on the clip-on tie and the fact that the shop owner completely disregarded the measurements we gave him and just gave each guy whatever size dress shirt tickled his fancy. Just to give you an idea—Mr. Candy Corn is a size small in a men’s shirt (and sometimes even a small is too big on him), and the owner gave him a size XL. Mr. Candy Corn ended up going to a Men’s Wearhouse down the street from our hotel the day before our wedding to get a tie and dress shirt that he would be happy with (although, the vest he was given was still three sizes too large).
Needless to say, Mr. Candy Corn was soon over his wardrobe malfunction since there wasn’t much else we could do about it. I love that his brother got caught hamming it up with the shaving brush in this photo.
Mr. Candy Corn’s two youngest brothers had been drawing on the blackboard in the guy’s room and ended up getting into a chalk fight, partially due to boredom and a lack of video games, I’m sure. Luckily they were able to get rid of any chalk marks (or they just did a good job disguising them) and I remained oblivious about the messy chalk fight until days later.
Here are the groomsmen in the Lower Egyptian Gallery, one of my favorite rooms in the museum. The 13-ton red granite sphinx definitely made for a cool backdrop for these handsome fellows.
How funny is Mr. Candy Corn’s youngest brother with that crazy grin? I just realized I probably should’ve done some sort of introductions about who these gentlemen are! Here’s the order from L-R: Mr. CC, Mr. CC’s half-brother & best man, my brother, our mutual friend from college, my friend since junior high who made the trip up from Florida, and last but not least—Mr. CC’s feisty, blond half-brothers up front.
I think the boys were getting a little sick of smiling at this point and wanted to return to their chalk fighting fun.
A shot of Mr. Candy Corn, his two younger brothers and his dad, who was sporting the all-black Converse shoes. They clean up quite nicely in my very biased opinion!
This is where all of our guests entered our venue. I’m pretty amazed that our photographer was able to capture this shot without getting any visible double chins (unless they were Photoshopped out).
Once again, Mr. CC’s youngest brother is totally stealing the show!
This is the point where my gals and I were frolicking in and around the museum to get our photos taken, trying our best to avoid running into the guys. Since Mr. Candy Corn didn’t want to see me before the ceremony, each of us had an event coordinator following us around with a walkie talkie, who signaled the other when a group of us were about to collide. It was rather comical and made me feel like I was on Alias or something equally as spytastic and ridiculous.
This was taken in the Inner Courtyard, which often had spastic squirrels prancing about. I secretly wanted to steal one and make it my squirrel bling bearer. I wish I was joking.
Poor Mr. Candy Corn hadn’t eaten a single thing all day (unlike my donut-lovin’ arse!) because of his nerves. I think you can really tell in this shot how nervous he was at the time. The room they are sitting in was part of the museum’s “Surviving: A Body of Evidence” exhibit, which explored the process of evolution and its profound impact on humans. This particular section included oversized audio chairs where you could hear, in the scientist’s own words, their contributions to evolutionary science. I was crushing on Darwin hardcore when the girls took their photos in this room (shh, don’t tell the groom!).
All photos by one of the coolest guys we know, Michael Alan Goldberg!
Next up: Formal shots of the bridesmaids!
Our Candy Corny Lovefest: The Bachelorette Party (Rated PG-13 For Brief Chocolate Nudity)
Our Candy Corny Lovefest: Our Rehearsal Dinner (The Last Supper As A Single Lady!)
Our Candy Corny Lovefest: Bridal Bouffants and Blushing Bridesmaids and Boobie Grabbing! Oh, My!
Our Candy Corny Lovefest: The Girlies Get Gussied Up
Our Candy Corny Lovefest: The Girls Hitch A Ride In A Limo!
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