After we finished with table pictures and dinner was winding down, MOH Lefty, Best Man D, and Mr. Wiz’s dad all gave toasts.
I love this picture. Look how pretty our table looks!
Mr. Wiz and I were both really afraid of clinking our keepsake champagne flutes too hard and breaking them (they’re crystal, after all), so we had these hilarious looks of utter concentration on on our faces in all of the toasting pictures. (And we didn’t break them. Phew!)
Don’t break the glasses don’t break the glasses don’t break the glasses!
All the toasts were short and sweet, and before we knew it, it was time to cut the cake. Like our cupcakes, I made our little “bride & groom” top tier cake myself. I baked it the day before we left for the venue, and by that point I was just so done with wedding planning that I didn’t care that it came out really small and dinky and lumpy. Whatever! It tasted delicious and held our cake toppers. (By the way, I ended up leaving the bride’s dress as-is and exposing her little porcelain butt for all the world to see, and it was fine.) That’s all I cared about. The plate it was on was from a vintage tea and punch bowl set of my mom’s.
For our entire engagement I told Mr. Wiz that he’d better not smash the cake in my face, but I was never sure if he’d taken that to heart or not. As such, I approached our cake table with much trepidation.
We picked up our cake knife and sliced right in (and I made some nice faces).
And then, because I’m a classy broad, I dug the slice out with my hand and pulled it in half, one half for each of us. Apparently we went into this very unprepared and forgot about the cake server, plates, or forks. Duh!
I also made this face, because Cousin C’s delicious homemade marshmallow fondant (that she so lovingly decorated the cake with—thanks, C!) was stretchy and wouldn’t break evenly when I tried to pull it apart:
I gave Mr. Wiz one last warning look”¦
Seriously, don’t smash that in my face. / *
Before we sweetly placed the cake in each other’s mouths. (Aww.)
Are you aware of how weird it is to feed someone else cake while simultaneously being fed cake? It is extremely weird. I could feel my hand putting cake into a mouth, and I could feel a hand putting cake into my mouth, but they were not one and the same. I got my piece into Mr. Wiz’s mouth first and I had to concentrate on not biting his fingers off (which were halfway in my mouth), because my brain told me, “OK, your hand just put cake into a mouth, it must have been your mouth, so now chew!” because it couldn’t wrap itself around the fact that the mouth my hand had put cake in was not my own. (Does that even make sense?)
Suffice it to say, it was weird, and I got the giggles (are you sensing a theme here?).
I always wanted to do the looped-arm champagne sip at my imaginary dream someday wedding, so we decided to do that to wash down our cake after a quick smooch. It presented a slight problem because Mr. Wiz is right-handed but I’m left-handed, so one of us had to use our non-dominant hand. I don’t think we practiced or decided one way or the other beforehand, but it looks like we went right-handed”¦
Mmm, cakey kisses
Fun fact: Remember how all I had an appetite for during dinner was cupcakes? Well, by the time of the cake cutting I was still generally jazzed and not hungry, and also now had a stomach full of cupcakes and wine. My stomach was not feelin’ the extra mouthful of cake and champagne. It took me forever to chew my cake slice, and I had to concentrate extremely hard on swallowing it all without gagging. I really, really, really wanted to spit it out, but we were heading straight from cake into our first dance, so I needed to compose myself. As we walked to the dance floor I chanted in my head, “Just get it down just get it down just get it down.” I felt like one of those people on Survivor that has to eat a cockroach and swallow it before they can win. Just as we started dancing I was able to swallow my mouthful of
cockroach cake without barfing. Victory!
Miss something? Follow along here!
- First, I kick things off with our wedding video.
- I go stir-crazy, and almost choke to death, the week before our wedding.
- We had a pretty bad venue setup/rehearsal day.
- I’m the bride with the weak stomach.
- The crew arrives, and the ladies get pretty.
- Hairstylist B accidentally shares a little secret!
- Bride and groom exchange cards and a surprise gift.
- Tying bow ties is a comedy of errors.
- Finally, I become a bride!
- All the little details.
- A special lady gets a special gift.
- Here comes the sun, and the bride (AKA our first look).
- We took some family photos.
- We processed, and got married!
- An unexpected guest showed up and made themselves at home”¦right on Mr. Wiz’s head.
- After the ceremony, we greeted our guests, and then headed outside for some bride and groom photo time (which was not without some shenanigans!).
- The moment of truth: would our guests have water?
- We ate and took photos with our guests.
All photos by MichaelWill Photography unless otherwise noted. Images market with an (*) are edited by me, with permission from Michael.