After everyone had had their fill of wedding pie, our DJ kindly invited everyone downstairs to watch our first dance. Right, downstairs. The picture below explains a few things: first, you can see that Colin, our best man, had taken my seat next to McGlovin”¦because they’re adorable, and they wanted to catch up. Second, the pie line. Oh yes, Mister DJ, there is always a line for pie. And third, you can see the railing that outlined a floor cut-out. Our venue is part of an old hardware factory, the layout is completely unconventional, and the building that we were in had some space limitations. So, our dinner was on the second floor, and dancing and the bar were on the first floor. For people that weren’t really into dancing, it was nice that the cut-out was there. Every time I looked up from the dance floor, there were people crowded around watching, so it really felt like everyone was included in the fun, even if they weren’t necessarily dancing!
Right, so”¦anyone that was interested in seeing the first dances came downstairs or found a place around the open space upstairs. McGlovin had chosen “Stand by Me” as our first dance. This is our favorite version:
But that one is not particularly dance/wedding appropriate, so we used this one instead:
Here’s the thing, hive—our first dance was not at all a romantic moment with just the two of us staring into each other’s eyes. Instead, it was totally awkward! I mean, how could it not be? Everyone that we knew and loved was intently watching the two of us dance. We took a few lessons, since our song had a particular tempo that doesn’t really lend itself to swaying, but it still wasn’t like we were giving a dazzling performance.
Either way, it happened, and it was lovely, and there were some spins.
As our dance ended (mercifully, after about a minute and a half, as requested) my dad came to take McGlovin’s place. My dad and I danced to “Tiny Dancer” by Elton John. That was the song that was playing in the delivery room when I was born, and my dad always used to serenade me when it came on.
Notice anything different in the photo below?
Yep, my veil is back. When I had my last fitting, my seamstress asked about my hair plans. I told her that I was wearing a veil for the ceremony (actually, two veils—my cathedral length, and then a blusher) and switching to a hairpiece at the reception. She suggested that I put my shorter piece back on for my dance with my dad—she said it was her favorite photo of her daughter and her husband, and so classic, and who knows what else. I didn’t really think much of it, but my mom latched onto the idea. So, one of my best friends hastily tucked it back into my hair before my dad dance. Hive, I have no idea what it was about the veil, but when I turned back to my dad, he started tearing up! Then the song started, and it was waterworks everywhere. So, no idea what that was all about (maybe I would understand if I were a parent?), but now it’s one of my dad’s favorite wedding photos. There you go.
So those were our dances. Then McGlovin danced with his mom”¦
And, with that, we invited everyone to join us on the dance floor and got the party started!
OK, hive—I shared the completely unexpected reaction to what I call “the veil factor.” Did anything like that go down at your wedding? Was there something that you were not at all invested in, that someone else really reacted to?
- Columbus, Ohio
- Executive Assistant
- Wedding Date:
- January 2013
- Cathedral ceremony, reception in a converted hardware warehouse