We didn’t use rental transportation for the entire wedding party, but all of our ladies and gents beat us to the reception and were waiting for us when we arrived. We gathered in the foyer until our grand introductions, and though the majority of our guests were in the inner room, a few snuck out to congratulate us.
DJ Randee brought me a glass of wine, which I was more than happy to accept. Yes, please! And that’s when I realized that I hadn’t gone over the head table seating arrangement with our wedding party. Whoops! Fortunately someone had a scrap piece of paper and a pencil, so I did my best to draw out the plan and explain it to Brother Bunting and everyone else. I doubt I was very concise even then in my state of excitement, but they were able to decipher my doodles and half-sentences all the same. Go, teamwork!
When it was time for our first couple to enter, DJ Randee cued the music”¦the Star Wars “Imperial March””¦techno-remix-style. I wouldn’t have had it any other way for Mr. Bunting.
As each couple went out, I downed the last of my wine. No way was I leaving any behind!
And then it was our turn!
While not quite as grand as my surprise horse-drawn carriage entrance, we were greeted, again, by a standing ovation. Being the bride and groom sure makes you feel important!
Almost immediately, the glass-clinking began. So we shared a quick kiss in the middle of the dance floor and waved to all our friends and family.
DJ Randee took this time to explain the ground rules for kissing. If anyone wanted to clink their glasses to elicit a kiss from the newlyweds, they would have to offer something in return. A couple from any table found to be clinking would have to stand and demonstrate a form of kissing. As the newlyweds, Mr. Bunting and I would then have to mimic their actions. This was a fun way to get more guest participation while also minimizing the glass clinking so we would be able to actually eat our dinner. Because you just know how much guests like to exert control by forcing two people to pause, preferably mid-chew, and kiss one another. If you don’t know, then you soon will, I promise…
Before we could even sit, we had our first example.
Our selected guests chose to do a dip-kiss.
Which we obediently mimicked. Yes, married life is great already!
Next up, MOH Bunting charms the masses and Best Man Bunting moves the audience to tears.
*Marked photos are copyright Bryan and Mae Photography. Unmarked photos are personal or guest photos.
Follow the adventure:
- We had a fluffing party and rehearsed.
- I woke up and got ready with my girls.
- I step into the prettiest white dress I’ll ever wear.
- Mr. Bunting recounts getting ready at the Man Cave.
- Wishin’ and prayin’ and hopin’ and thinkin’ for perfect weather.
- I received the most important Post-it note. Ever.
- We race toward one another for our first look.
- Mushy-lovey photos ensued shortly after.
- We strutted our stuff as one big happy Bunting Bunch.
- Our guests started to arrive: welcome to our wedding.
- I went into hiding”¦ and panicked.
- Our wedding party assembled on time, but the bride was missing.
- I arrive fashionably late in a horse-drawn carriage.
- We listen to a reading and turn to wave at our guests.
- We exchange our vows, which inspire both tears and laughter.
- Mr. Bunting slips on my wedding band, and I his.
- Collected sand and earth offer a twist for our Foundation Ceremony.
- Mr. Bunting just can’t wait any longer to kiss his bride!
- Our horse-drawn carriage takes us for a private stroll.
- Cookies were had by all, and they were as delicious as they were beautiful.
- Spontaneity hits and we throw all our poms into the air. Oh, and at each other.
- Our reception hall is filled to the brim with details, details, and more details!