One of the things I wanted to get done quickly was the formals. Two weeks before, I attended my aunt’s wedding and the photographer was SO slow. It took them an hour and a half to rally up everyone for the formals and get them done. I was so sad for her. She went straight from formals to first dance, then she had to cut the cake and throw the bouquet! After that, most of the time, people start leaving, so her wedding was over before she knew it!! I didn’t want this happening to me, so I asked our photographer if we could get this done quickly and painlessly (literally, because I still had my dang heels on).
Let me tell you, our photographer was awesome with these formals. I do wish some of the people would have smiled, though… it’s a wedding and people should be happy! You’re about to get unlimited booze, food and cake… what’s not to smile about?!? (You’ll see what I mean…)
So, here’s the GQ crew, as a few of my friends called them. My grandma kept joking that they looked like they were posing for a magazine! Haha!
Here I am with my girls: Mizz K, Miss K, Miss J and Miss R. I love them all to pieces… while I thankfully didn’t have to ask them to hold my dress to use the bathroom during the wedding, they did so much for me that day and I can’t thank them enough! They were also a blast to dance with… wahoo!
Here we all are together. The little one managed to get in there too and tried to be the cute one in the pic. I can’t compete with him at all.
Then, it was time for family shots. My brother was not a happy camper, I guess. I promise he does smile in real life. He was probably still a little ticked at the fact that he had to escort three people in a row down the aisle (which was NOT the plan… someone walked out of order). It was good exercise, I guess. Poor guy..
Here’s Mr. Ballet Flat’s family. Mr. Ballet Flat informed me that his family is not really into smiling for pictures, but I promise you, they smile in real life!
Finally, the last pictures of the formals: Mr. Ballet Flat and me. I LOVE the angle the photographer made me stand in… it makes me look way smaller than the size 22 that I am. Gotta love flattering angles!
Shortly after that, I grabbed the nearest hand rail and took off those painful heels. By then, most of the guests were there, and they were laughing at the idea of no more shoes for this bride! Sorry, but I was ready to bust out the flip-flops, bustle the dress and dance with my man. Stay tuned!
Images courtesy of Amanda Meyer Photography
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