Weddingbee Blog

It was time to read our vows. This was the moment I was dreading more than anything, apart from our first dance, which I was sure would cause me to have nervous poops. My brother had just finished reading “I Like You” when our adorable officiant turned to us and said, “I like you too.” What was my reaction? I responded by doing my best Senator Clay Davis impersonation (for fans of The Wire out there) and saying, “Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyit.” I stared blankly for a moment and wondered if I had really just said that. I glanced around at our giggling wedding party and gave Mr. Candy Corn a “I-so-hope-your-parents-didn’t-just-hear-me-say-that!” grimace, while cackling hysterically. Luckily most of our guests were clueless and our videographer wasn’t able to pick anything up. I took a deep breath and told myself it was time to get back to bid-ness.
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For our ceremony reading, Mr. Candy Corn and I agreed on a popular children’s book, “I Like You” by Sandol Stoddard Warburg. The obvious choice was to ask my brother to read, since we are so close and I wanted him to be involved in the ceremony in some way. His theater background certainly helped with capturing our guests’ attention. I got the giggles part way through from complete and utter nervousness, but tried to mask it by squeezing Mr. Candy Corn’s hand for dear life.

I like you and I know why.

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I know I’m not the only one who was shaken up by yesterday’s news that Michael Jackson had suddenly passed away. I remember sneaking into my older brother’s closet when I was little and discovering his instructional booklet on how to moonwalk, which I thought was just about the coolest thing ever (that was before I discovered layering neon socks). Despite my love for M.J., I’ve always been a little bit terrified of the Thriller video, but this past Halloween I faced my fears (and dancing phobia) and learned part of the Thriller dance for our friend’s wedding. My friends and I persuaded the entire wedding party to surprise the happy couple with a dance routine, but once we actually started practicing in living rooms, the enthusiasm died down and we were left with only four of us (including Mr. Candy Corn, who so graciously volunteered to take on the role of Michael). I even found a Thriller-riffic jacket from Target that I styled with some black duct tape to add that extra touch to our “performance”. We had our friend and fellow bridal party member videotape the dance, but unfortunately he hit the wrong button and managed to leave us without any blackmail in the form of a YouTube video.

We practiced in the basement of the mansion one last time before heading to the tent and surprising everyone with our zombie moves. Right about now is when I was wishing we had invested in a fog machine to make us look a little less… uhm… sad.
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I was finally holding hands with my husband-to-be, after having just dealt with two very long minutes of wedding ring drama. Our lovely officiant, Natalie Kita of SoulMates, addressed the room with a confident, booming voice. I will be including the transcript of what was said in italics. Keep in mind she didn’t actually say, “Mr. and Ms. Candy Corn,” since that would’ve majorly confused most of our guests.

“Welcome everyone. I want to begin by thanking you all, on behalf of Mr. and Ms. Candy Corn, for being here to share this wonderful day with them. They would like all of you, their family and friends, to understand that you mean the world to them and that your presence here makes their happiness complete.”
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It’s been nearly two months since my last recap, which ended with me unveiling that I had realized I made a terrible mistake just before I was about to walk down the aisle. How’s that for suspense? (That’s how I roll.)

It was around 5:15 PM when the museum coordinators decided most of our guests had probably arrived. I stood in the back of the Chinese Rotunda, behind a line of beautiful bridesmaids, arm in arm with my dad, who was definitely having a Steve Martin moment (Father of the Bride fans, what what!). The moment I had been waiting for was literally just around the corner. I was shaking and trying to tell my cheeks not to turn red like they always do when I am nervous.
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A few hours before the wedding ceremony, I was spazzing out to my bridesmaids and Mr. Candy Corn’s mom. I couldn’t stop asking her for hugs because I was so nervous, I thought I was going to poo. Yes folks, when I get really nervous before a job interview or an event where I am in the spotlight (*cough* bridal shower *cough*), the stomach cramps start to come and I have to fight the urge to “drop the kids off at the pool.” Luckily, my stomach eventually got over the nervous jitters and there were no bowel movements in the bridal department (sorry, probably TMI). Although, I probably drained my wookie about three times during the hour leading up to our ceremony because I was so anxious.
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While the girls and I were rolling around in a limo, the boys were off in their secluded room on the first floor of the museum, preparing to take group photos. Mr. Candy Corn was especially nervous—he later told me how he tried his best to distract himself during this time from obsessing over what my dress looked like, and how he would feel to see me walking down the aisle. He said that five minutes felt like five hours and how surreal it was to have the ceremony just moments away.

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This is the true story of six bridesmaids picked to ride in a limo, watch Beyoncé shake her booty, and have their lives photographed. To find out what happens when bridesmaids stop being polite, and start getting sassy, click the “read more” link!
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After getting our hair did (yes, I realize that is grammatically incorrect), my bridesmaids and I took a quick stroll to my hotel room at Sofitel Philadelphia, where we got dressed and ready to head off to the museum. The shot above is of me failing to tie a bow properly—the only way I know how to tie a bow is by doing it the old school way and “pulling the rabbit ears through the hole”. Luckily, my bridesmaids were much more savvy in the bow-tying department. We even ran short on the brown ribbon my gals wore, which I was fairly oblivious to at the time, but my maid of honor improvised by doing a cute cross-over sash on her dress.
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Hello hive! I’d like to apologize for the lack of post-wedding beecaps on my end. I’ve been so stressed since the wedding ended; I haven’t found the time to get back in the swing of things. I’m still job hunting, while Mr. Candy Corn is in school full time until he graduates in May. You may recall that we had planned on doing a double honeymoon with our friends to Italy, which we were super excited about. Now, it seems, we probably won’t get to have a honeymoon at all, at least not for a few years (and can you really even call it a “honeymoon” at that point?). The savings we have from our wedding gifts seems to be trickling out of our account to help pay for bills and crazy health issues our pets have been having (who knew chinchilla teeth could grow into their eye sockets!?). I suppose we could always try to save up for a mini-moon, but we’d much rather just keep saving over time for a vacation overseas, since I’ve never been outside of the country apart from a brief trip to Canada.

In an effort to avoid seeming too grim, I’d like to provide you with a grainy, zoomed-in photo from our wedding, in which I was making my “holy shazbot, I’m about to get married!” face.

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On the morning of our wedding, around 7AM, I received a text from Mr. Candy Corn asking me where our iron was (if you recall, he was staying at our apartment while I stayed at the fancy hotel…sweet deal for me!). Turns out that Mr. CC ended up accidentally leaving the iron on for two whole days while we were staying at the hotel after the wedding. I came home to a blazing iron and fresh mouse droppings in the kitchen. I teased Mr. Candy Corn because I had only left him alone for a few hours and he had managed to nearly burn our apartment down and attract a posse of cheddar rice cake-destroying rodents with his un-swept crumbs.

Anyway, Mr. CC and I had both woken up around 4AM because we were too giddy to sleep.
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Mr. Candy Corn being a smirkypants on the eve of our wedding.

I apologize for the delay in my beecaps! I know, I know, no excuses! In all honesty though, I’ve been job hunting (with no luck) non-stop during my free time, which hasn’t left me with much of a life. I’ll get down to business now and start recapping our lovely rehearsal dinner, which took place at Teikoku Restaurant and was hosted by Mr. CC’s parents.
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Back when I was 15, my parents and I would visit my brother who lives in NYC every few months. Although I had fun going to art museums and soaking up all of the culture the Big Apple had to offer, I decided that as an obsessive Saturday Night Live fan, it was time for me to head to NBC Studios where my dreamy high school crush, Jimmy Fallon, spent most of his days. You see, I was in love with Jimmy and I was convinced he and I were destined to be together. After all, we both wrote song parodies and liked the same bands, how often does that happen!? It was love at first sight… minus the whole sight part, considering we had never met. That is, until one day when I popped my SNL-stalking cherry.

My MOH, Will Ferrell and a 17-year-old Miss Candy Corn with even worse hair than Will.
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My bachelorette party started off at our hotel room at the Sofitel, where I generally made this face a lot, in fear of all of the public attention that I was about to endure.

WARNING: Chocolate peenie pops made by my glorious maid-of-honor under the cut!
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These photos are Mrs. CC-heavy, since Mr. CC was being followed by the photographer’s assistant for most of the day (and we haven’t seen any of those photos yet), so brace yourself for lots of girly grinning!
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