*All photos by the wonderful Robert Gigliotti!
The ceremony was done—we were married! As our guests filed out and ran toward the beer, Benjamin and I swung around and headed back up to the altar for our formal family photos. We were short on time at this point as there was a mass in half an hour, so we powered through the various permutations of family and party.
Three of my former students (now in college) with whom I was particularly close made it to the ceremony, so I insisted that they each come up for a quick picture to put on the ‘Gram.
“Sawyer”* made me crop out her jeans.
And then it was time to head over to cocktail hour! Ben and I were insistent that we attend this portion of our reception—pre-dinner drinks are my favorite part of any evening, obvs. We had taken plenty of photos earlier, and it was now dark out anyway, so we piled into my Corolla** and my dad drove us around the block to Salvatore’s.
I decided to keep the fur shrug on indefinitely, because why the hell not? Ben and I attempted to enter the room quietly, but our wonderful guests started cheering when they saw us. LOL.
A photo of a photo of our pseudo-entrance
Rosemary gin fizz!
Being lectured (?) by my longest-married friends 😉
Now that’s a hug.
When it was time for dinner, our DJ, Rachel, ushered everyone in to the dining room. We held back so that we could make our “real” entrance as husband and wife.
My face upon seeing the cake
Rachel announced us as the new Mr. and Mrs. as “You Are the Best Thing” by Ray LaMontagne played in the background.
We have no idea what we’re doing.
Our venue has couples do the cake-cutting first, as the seated dinner and dessert take place in a separate room from where the dancing will be later on. So we just went for it.
You guys. The cake was SO GOOD. Our tasting had been fun but was rather…lackluster. But this. THIS. THIS WAS A CAKE.
Almond + hazelnut + the freshest buttercream = legit heaven.
I have to reiterate—I was just so happy at this point. There were no more races against time to win, we were with the people we love best…and, as is indeed my personal preference, I got to eat dessert first. But time keeps flying, and it was now time for dinner—more details to come on the next edition of Sixpence recaps!
*I sure miss these kids.
**Classy, I know. We just could not justify the expense of a Town Car for a three-minute drive!