Our food was good. Gooooooood. I don’t have pictures of the full dinner spread, but believe me, it was tasty.
This is a small sampling of some of the cocktail hour and dessert choices. Mom Dragon made up the flower arrangements in the back, and the smart placement of the wood rounds was done by her amazing friends. The paper towel rolls? Maybe not pretty or glamorous, but very necessary!
Yep, we used plastic plates and cutlery. It seemed like the easiest, cheapest thing to do. For the cocktail hour, snacks and desserts, we set out yellow plastic and paper supplies I bought online, and for dinner, we used that plastic stuff that looks real, found by sister Kay. Mr. Dragon was actually surprised when he realized the cutlery was fake!
For our sweetheart table, however, my mom and aunt set out my Grandma Mary’s china and silverware (I didn’t know it was hers until after the wedding or I would have taken a photo!). We totally forgot that we had the real thing, though, and went through the buffet line with plastic plates until my aunt came running up with the china. Whoops!
BIL/Chef Chris put together a bunch of meat and cheese trays for the cocktail hour, but they weren’t your standard grocery store trays. My sister put together a little plate for me post-photos, and it was awesome— fancy meat, fancy cheese, and freaking delicious at that. People are still raving over the smoked turkey!
As soon as the wedding was over, people were free to move on in to the tent and start snacking. The chairs magically moved over, too— thank you, wedding elves!
[Photos by Aaron]
Here you can see how some of the wedding party did their best to enjoy the cocktail hour while we were taking pictures— and groomsman Jesse finally got a snack!
I love that you can see Opie with a variety of utensils in the buffet line, Mr. Dragon and my dad in the back sorting out the speakers and mic…and me, sucking back that drink like I desperately, desperately needed it.
Dad Dragon set up two punches for cocktail hour; one with booze and one without. FIL Dragon told me later that he watched the Southern Comfort punch decline rapidly while the Southern Baptist non-alcoholic mix stayed on the full side— until the SoCo punch ran out and people started mixing the virgin drinks with the liquor on hand. We have industrious guests!
We didn’t really have a ton of time to enjoy cocktails, though, because I realized shortly after our photos were finished that it was dinner time! We double-checked with my Dad that the dinner course was ready, then Mr. D’s buddy Darren announced us in. It was still fun to walk into the cheering crowd, even though we were hanging out with them literally seconds before.
[Photo by Andrea]
This was one of the first photos that went up on Facebook after the wedding and it made me cry with laughter. Andrea captioned it “[Mr. Dragon] already being told what to do!” In my defense, as soon as we got to our table he asked me to remind him what he was supposed to be doing. I just talk with my hands!
After we had that sorted out, Mr. Dragon did a little speech welcoming everyone to the reception while I clung to my drink, then we hit the buffet line.
Our menu was phenomenal. There was pulled pork, green beans and bacon, mac and cheese, and all kinds of other awesome BBQ treats. My dad and Chris really outdid themselves (and neither of them would accept any credit for it— they both kept saying the other was the mastermind)!
The booze was, as I expected, free-flowing. We had no less than three bottles of wine and champagne at our sweetheart table.
Our guests handled the “seat yourself” rule with grace. As far as I know, everyone managed to find a spot! Mr. D and I shared a smaller table, but he kept disappearing during dinner to handle things like dragging in the propane heater, so I ended up eating with any friends and family members who saw me sitting alone and popped by to chat. We probably should have gone around to each table to say hi, but that got lost in the rush of trying to eat before it was speech time.
Our cake cutting actually came after the speeches, but I’ll skip ahead for the sake of keeping the food recaps all together. We had an awesome dessert buffet— my Dad made tarts, P. Dragon did a bunch of squares, Mom Dragon’s friends made cupcakes, and as I mentioned earlier, they also fixed up my wedding cake disaster.
Nobody knew what our Daleks were.
Cutting the cake was funny— we actually didn’t have any kind of proper knife or lifter, so it was a bit of a guessing game as to how to get a slice cut and lifted onto a plate.
Before we cut the cake, my sister let me know that Opie really, really wanted a cupcake but she had to wait until we cut the wedding cake. As soon as I put the knife down I heard a little voice at my feet calling “Shayla! SHAYLA!” I asked her if she wanted cake and got a vigorous nod in return.
Jesse also wanted cake, naturally.
I had been looking forward to eating a bunch of tarts and squares and delicious treats, but all I had was one bite of cake. Not even one of those awesome-looking cupcakes! Neither of us managed to eat much, to be honest, even though it tasted so good. Did you eat at your wedding?
Next up: I’ll rewind back to our mid-dinner speeches.
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All images not otherwise indicated are by Rozy Seitz. Those marked with an asterisk were edited, with permission, by me.