We had another hour of music set to play after the bouquet and garter tosses, but things were generally starting to wind down.
Pro tip for backyard brides: have a taxi company’s number handy! So many people asked me how to get a cab and I didn’t have an answer. I kept directing them to the clump of my Mom’s friends on the back deck!
Most of Mr. Dragon’s guests cleared out after the tosses, to hit up a bar. For months Mr. Dragon insisted that we should be there at the after party for at least one drink, so I tried to wake up even though I was fading, fast. I had been up since 6:00am, on five hours of sleep, and was listing toward utter exhaustion.
An emptying tent! [Photo by Aaron]
About forty-five minutes before the wedding music would run out, Mr. Dragon, to my relief, determined that we would not be attending any after-parties. With half an hour left to go, we started making our rounds, saying goodbye to anyone that was still present.
I had loaded the second half of the reception playlist with all the “fun” music (Don’t Stop Believing, 500 Miles, all of those great tunes) and was kind of bummed that they were playing to a mostly empty dance floor…but then, my Mom and my aunt appeared from the back deck to enjoy a rousing rendition of “Friends in Low Places” with my bridesmaids, which made me smile even though I was too tired to join in.
At that point, all that was left of our guests was the wedding party and a handful of family members and friends. The last song of the night, carefully selected, was Lean on Me, and I have no idea if anyone danced to it because I was inside making sure we had cab money and all of our overnight stuff packed.
Right when the music ended, we had three or four cabs lined up in the driveway to take everyone else to where they needed to be. It was over. My mom kissed me goodnight and told the cabbie where to go.
She set us up with a jacuzzi suite in a different hotel than our guest block, which was a welcome treat. Our arrival wasn’t very romantic, though. Mr. Dragon tried to carry me into the room, but when he picked me up, his boutonniere pin drove right into his chest (seriously, like an inch), so we entered into the room to “Ow ow ow ow!”
And then, well, I had 100 bobby pins in my hair and one really tight elastic that had to come out, as accomplished by Mr. Dragon. It was such a relief to be able to run my fingers through my hair but I was the one saying “ow ow ow” as he ripped them out. Romantic, right?
We filled up the jacuzzi and breathed a relieved sigh—we both had an amazing night, and we were totally bowled over by how much love and generosity we were shown by all of our friends and family. Not just those at the wedding—we were getting emails, texts and messages all day from people wishing us love and luck. This is when I kind of broke down, feeling a mixture of sad, happy, and all kinds of other emotions.
I’ll give you another tip, speaking from experience: make sure you have food at the hotel. We should have brought some dinner leftovers with us, because we didn’t realize how hungry we were until 1:00am, when we had to put in a pizza order and wait an hour for it to be delivered. Both of us were literally falling asleep waiting for the knock at the door. It was, however, the best pizza ever, once it arrived.
(Mr. Dragon may kill me for sharing this but he was so tired, he asked the girl on the phone for “garlic dick” instead of garlic dip and I, exhausted and finding it hilarious, would not stop ribbing him for it.)
I woke up the next day SO sick. I had been fighting off a cold since a few days before we left for Brockville, and it came at me with a vengeance on Sunday morning. I ran a bath, tried to breathe, and hoped it’d get better (as you know from our honeymoon posts, though, it didn’t!).
We ate breakfast at the hotel, then made our way over to my mom’s house to see what we could help tear down. Everyone had mostly already done everything, but we sorted out what we wanted to keep, what was coming with us, and what could be thrown out or given away. After the last few people drifted back to their homes, Mom made us pasta, we opened cards, and then the three of us vegged out in front of the TV before an early-ish bedtime. Our honeymoon started the next day!
What did you do the day after your wedding? Was it hectic, relaxing, or a bit of both?
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