Once we had danced our dance and given out some quick hugs, the main room was opened and seating took place. We were immediately served by our headwaiter so that we could chow down and start making our rounds. Again”¦ god bless the caterer that wants you to eat.
At this point, I about felt like my face would fall off from all the smiling. I read somewhere that when you’re a bride, you should always smile because you don’t want to see that one snapshot where you’re scowling because of the unexpected guest who showed up, or your uncomfortable shoes, or the weird song your DJ chose. So I tried to smile! As! Much! As! I! Could! But then again, it wasn’t terribly difficult to do so, as I had a lot to smile about.
At one of our stops, we asked a couple of our friends about the marriage license situation. “Didn’t you sign it when you got it at the courthouse?” one of the wise friends said.
“Oh yeah,” I said. “We totally did.”
Well”¦ crisis averted.
Then, it was time for the guests to start eating. Much to my satisfaction, I saw Italian uncles going back for seconds and picky mashed-potato aficionados raving about our garlic version. The food was a hit, which was totally our goal. I seriously can’t say enough good things about our caterer. Amazing.
After dinner, it was toast time. We had told my dad probably months before the wedding—and mentioned each time we saw him—that we would like for him to do one of the toasts. So the DJ introduced him, and my dad was all of a sudden awash in his “I have no idea what’s going on right now,” face. And he stood up and said, “Well, I didn’t know I was going to be giving a toast, but”¦ good luck to you both! Love you!”
So there is no photographic evidence of my dad’s 5-second toast. Natch.
FIL Ladyfingers did a nice, succinct job.
MOH Ginger pretty much made me cry. She started off reading from her paper, and then said, “You know what? Just forget this,” and started with the most heartfelt account of how she felt about me and Mr. Ladyfingers. Adorable.
And, as expected, Best Man Maverick delivered a typically fantastic toast. Best friends with Mr. Ladyfingers since college, he knows my husband awfully well, and to have him express such gratitude to have me in his life is, well, simply beautiful.
We were running a bit ahead of schedule, so we jumped right to the (obviously) most important part of the day: Cake cutting!
We had ordered a 6”³ presentation cake from our cupcake vendor so we would have something to sink into. We probably should have practiced cutting, though, because even though our catering manager gave us a quick tutorial, it just wasn’t sinking in there fast enough. Mr. Ladyfingers got a bit impatient.
I made an attempt at smearing cake on him”¦ I’m not sure why we decided to use forks here”¦
And he proclaimed, “You have a nice dress on, so I’ll be nice.”
I’m pretty sure he’s asking me why I’m being so weird. Again, I felt totally awkward with everybody staring at me.
But not quite this awkward.
Photos by Shorts Shots Photography
- We made final preparations, visited with family members, rehearsed, and ate a miniature Mr. Ladyfingers
- The girls and I got gussied up and headed out to the venue
- I got all verklempt, the people took their places, and I waited quietly, alone
- We kinda got a little married
- We stood for portraits
- We twirled together as man and wife to the most perfect song there is