After the speeches and blessing, we dug right into dinner. We served a four course meal, which I detailed for you here and here. (Oh, and for all those who were following our little Momzilla saga, Team Zucchini totally won!) Like many couples, Mr. Coyote and I barely touched the food on our wedding day. It wasn’t for a lack of time, though—our venue told us up front that they make it their mission serve the bride and groom first. Talk about service! The problem was, as we sat there staring at the amazing dishes laid out in front of us, we just weren’t hungry. And so, we spent a majority of our dinner making the rounds and greeting our guests. Every time a new course was served our coordinator would tap us on the shoulders to let us know. We would head back to our seats, push the food around a bit and then get up and continue visiting with everyone.
By the time our main entree came (which I was really looking forward to!) I was legitimately pissed at myself. I took about three bites of the filet and nibbled on a few pieces of zucchini before I threw in the towel. It was absolutely fantastic, but I just could not fit another morsel in my stomach. I still felt all twisted up inside from nerves and excitement. Mr. Coyote felt the same exact way and repeatedly bemoaned the fact that we were wasting such a fantastic meal.
I’ve said it before and I’m going to say it again. Can someone PLEASE have a wedding at Franklin Plaza and invite me so I can eat their delicious, delicious food and enjoy it?!
After the plates were cleared and guests had been greeted, we jumped right into our cake cutting. Ohmigosh, you guys. This cake. It may have actually been the highlight of our wedding. It was seriously the most magnificent cake I have ever seen. Huge props to Villa Italia for this beauty:
Oh and let’s take a better look at that cake topper, shall we?
Now, the cake cutting was a huge source of contention in the Coyote household. I was very adamant that there would be NO cake smashing on our wedding day. Mr. Coyote, however, didn’t quite understand the gravity of the situation and teased me relentlessly about it. I was incredibly upset by this and may have even cried once and threatened divorce. What?? There was no way I was going to have cake on my face, in my hair, down my dress, etc.
And even though I trusted Mr. Coyote not to ruin our marriage within the first two hours, there was a part of me that was wary. Thankfully, he respected the sanctity of our marriage and sweetly fed the cake to me.
He was met with boos.
“Come on Mrs. Coyote, we gotta give the crowd what they want!”
“Sorry guys…She said no.”
The thing is, while Mr. Coyote was making pouty faces to our guests, I was gearing up a forkful of frosting to smear on his face. And smear I did. Of course I wasn’t going to get off that easy, so Mr. Coyote played right back into it.
We shared a cake-y kiss and quickly wiped that ish off our faces.
Oh, and my post title? If you haven’t guessed it, yet our cake cutting song was “When I’m 64″ by The Beatles. Our videographer put together a great little montage of our cake cutting with our song choice playing in the background, so if you have a minute, sit back, press play and enjoy all of the little nuances that photos just can’t quite capture:
Video by Shaw Video Productions
I think I was originally against the cake smashing because in my head I had feared some all out cake fight. But a little bit of frosting on the nose? Totally acceptable. What’s your take on cake in the face?
*All photos are by the fabulous Upstate Photographers unless otherwise noted.*
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