The day before our wedding was absolutely gorgeous. After manicures and pedicures with my bridesmaids in the morning, I went to Pippin Hill that afternoon for a walk-through with the venue staff. At this point, all of the different weather sources agreed that the remnants of Tropical Storm Beryl would arrive in the morning. I don’t know if they were trying to make me feel better, but the staff kept telling me that it wasn’t going to rain. The rain plan was discussed for a few minutes. The brevity of the rain-plan conversation made me nervous. They told me the call to put the rain plan into action would be made at 2:30 PM on the wedding day.
The walk-through did the exact opposite of what it was supposed to do. I felt like I was the only one being a realist. When every forecast says there’s a 100% chance of rain, you prepare for rain. I wanted to put the rain plan in action right then and there.
Photo by Dr. S
When people started arriving for the rehearsal, I gave my camera to Mr. Mink and told him that he was in charge. Documenting every step of the planning process was wearing on me and I wanted to enjoy having our friends and family around us. I’m thankful that Dr. S, one of my bridesmaids, also took some pictures.
Happy Halloween, hive! Today officially marks McGlovin’s and my fourth anniversary of being inseparable. And, come to think of it, our seventh anniversary of meeting!
Original Facebook caption: Nina and me and”¦her two friends, one of whom is named McGlovin, I think.
As I’m sure I’ve explained briefly before, McGlovin and I were introduced to one another by a mutual friend on Halloween of our freshman year in college—I was getting ready in her dorm, and he was was hanging around with some friends. Most of that night is a blur (I don’t want to talk about it, but it was probably the second time in my life that I ingested alcohol), but legend has it that McGlovin and his friend tried to encourage my friend Nina and me to return to our dorm earlier than we were prepared to and we were very indignant (and also perhaps slurring to the point of being incomprehensible”¦oops!).We clearly did not make great impressions on one another that time!
I made some more signs for the reception with stamped letters on vintage maps!
I went ahead and decided to not paint the frames for these signs, a decision largely driven by the ever-ticking clock, but also influenced by your suggestions. 🙂
I found this two-sided frame at Goodwill that I plan to place at the bar; on one side it will say, “eat, drink, and be married!” and on the other will be a list of alcoholic beverages available to encourage dancing. Observe:
But I thought something was missing. I wanted something that I could play around with, while being easy and cheap to make. Enter shoe clips. Whoever came up with this idea is a total genius. Now you can change up your shoes very easily.
Mr. Wallaby and I have HUGE sweet teeth. We exercise frequently, and we generally eat pretty healthy, so we try to use those reasons to justify our daily sugar intake, but seriously, we both love all things sweet. I often bake homemade treats (Mr. W’s faves are chocolate chip cookies and molten chocolate cake), but we also love to go out for ice cream, frozen yogurt, or just to get a chocolate bar at the grocery store.
Now that I’ve told you about our sugar consumption habits, you may find this surprising: Mr. W and I don’t care much for wedding cake. Don’t get me wrong—I will always take a few bites of cake at weddings we attend. I would never pass up that opportunity. But I’ve found most wedding cakes to be fairly bland. Cakes decorated with fondant are especially low on my list—I prefer the yummy flavor of buttercream frosting to the sleek look of a cake covered in fondant. But even buttercream cakes have not generally piqued my palate. Mr. W has told me he feels the same way. He can’t remember enjoying any of the slices of wedding cake that he’s tried at past weddings.
Fondant wedding cake: so beautiful…but not Mr. W’s and my favorite dessert / Cake by Wildflowers by Lori / Photo via Wildflowers By Lori
So. Last we left off, Mr. Dragon was hightailing it away from the altar, right as I got to the part of the aisle from where I could finally see him. Some of you may have figured it out already, but:
When we rehearsed, we didn’t practice the seating of the mothers.
During the actual processional, my mom decided to help the little girls to a better starting point rather than send them out from the house and hope they wouldn’t get distracted.
The rest of us started from inside the house instead of from where we had practiced, so our cues were made up on the fly.
The result? Everyone was up at the front and I was on my way down the aisle—and our moms were standing at the edge of the crowd, because they hadn’t been escorted to their seats! We threw everyone off by sending Mom Dragon out with the flower girls, and it didn’t occur to any of the bridesmaids to break and let the mothers in (not that I blame them—I didn’t think of it either, obviously, because I was so surprised by Mr. Dragon’s sudden departure from the altar).
Mom Dragon and FMIL Dragon had decided they’d tuck in behind me, but Mr. Dragon was determined to get them seated, and properly, so he took his opportunity during the break between MOH Michelle and me.
Remember a long long time ago, when I told you how we would be booking our mini-moon (dubbed “Nectar Moon” by Mr. Ly) through Groupon or LivingSocial or some other flash sale travel site? Yeah…that didn’t happen.
As we got closer and closer to the 100-day mark, I got more and more nervous that we didn’t have a place set yet for our Nectar Moon. I looked through as many travel sites as I could think of from Cheap Caribbean to Groupon to JetSetter (through Gilt) and every other travel site out there. The prices for January, when they were even available, were WAY more than we were hoping to spend…or the resort had terrible ratings for the rooms and/or food and/or staff, or was somehow tied to a timeshare company (one of the one things we did NOT want for our short trip was to be hassled to sit through a sales pitch!). So, we were left with a few options—the first being to not go away. I definitely did not like this option, at all. The second option was to go somewhere close/driveable. And the third option was to up our budget and splurge on our Nectar Moon. We went for option three. When we originally budgeted for our four-day trip, we wanted to spend about $2,000 on everything including airfare, taxes, tips, and all food & drinks. This seemed doable, and truth be told, if we were less picky about the resorts we were willing to stay at, we could have most definitely done this. After my failed LivingSocial deal, I decided I would just hand over the responsibility to Mr. Ly and let him choose where we would go.
The answer is because I’m a nanny, that’s why. Littlest C LOVES this movie, and I have to admit it’s not that bad! Truthfully I enjoy kid movies. And while I’m not that into Barbie in general, if Barbie is going to pretend she is a princess and have 11 sisters, I’m GAME.