After a hectic day at work and dinner/gifts with my newly-arrived fam, I woke up the next morning and hit the ground running. I grabbed my sister from the hotel at 8:00 AM, and we assembled bouquets (more to come on that debacle), packed our PARTAY stuff, and picked up the rental van. I got my parents situated at my apartment: my mom was working on assembling favors, my dad was there to take care of Mae, and Benjamin was on his way to his own bachelor party in a few hours. In the madness, I hadn’t had a chance to make the rosemary simple syrup for the signature cocktails, so Ben graciously offered to take care of it. The cocktail signs at our wedding really should have said “hand-crafted by the GROOM” because he gets sole credit. Pro-tip: Don’t underestimate the amount of work these tasks require. Poor Ben.
My sister and I had to leave for the city midday, as we had a 45-minute drive into Chicago to get one of my girlfriends who had arrived the previous night before heading to Milwaukee. We were running about an hour behind at this point, which meant we were going to miss our first brewery tour. I allowed myself a little time to mourn/melt down (as I had tried SO HARD to not run late), and then I got over it. The Mars Cheese Castle helped.
If this appears to be a random-ass, castle-shaped cheese store in the middle of nowhere, that’s because it is. Also known as: one of my favorite places ever.
Wisconsin-y snacks procured, we amended the plans to check into the Kimpton Journeyman (AKA cutest hotel of all time), pick up the rest of the girls, have a quick drink at the hotel’s happy hour, and then head out to a pub/”cheese bar” for a beer before our tour at Lakefront Brewery. And that’s what we did.
No, this is not a political post, but an adventure in planning…and logistics.
I’m going to do my best to leave my personal politics out of this, but here’s the thing. The real (non-alternative) fact of the matter is: a lot of people just don’t like President Trump. And millions of those people, across the country, are exercising their constitutional rights to peacefully protest.
But here’s the thing…I’m getting married on tax day. And when Mr. W and I picked the date, “President Trump” was a punchline, not a reality.
And now, the plan is for hundreds of thousands of people to take to the streets and protest the fact that the president hasn’t released his tax returns…on tax day…in major cities…all day long.
I suppose it all started on the Wednesday before the wedding. I was taking Thursday and Friday off from work (and then Monday through Thursday the following week), so I was trying very hard to get everything ready for my substitute teacher. My students would be taking their final exams while I was out, so that was a beast to tackle before the wedding madness began.
I had been very diligent in trying to leave as little as possible to do during this final week. I had also gotten a massage on Monday to try to alleviate stress, but I still found myself rushing on Wednesday. After school, I ran over to the med spa to get a hydrafacial (cannot recommend these enough), then back again to werkwerkwerk until I had to pick my parents and sister up from the airport. I left around 6:00 PM to get them, and once they were safely in my little Corolla, we set off to grab a bite and a beer in the suburbs near Ben and me.
Similar to the scarf we gifted to my dad | Image via Nordstrom
Once formal pictures were done, there was nothing left to do but wait for our guests to arrive before starting the ceremony. Our entire wedding party went back to the bridal cottage to wait in the cool, air conditioned room while everyone else had to sweat it out and wait outside. Sorry to our wedding guests!
Ceremony decor in lieu of an arch
Unfortunately, August in Hawaii is hot and humid, and with a ceremony start time of 4:00 PM, the sun was still up and not quite ready to set. The one saving grace was that our ceremony area was shaded by trees and near the water, so the occasional breeze was hopefully keeping our guests cool. And even if it wasn’t, no one complained to me about it. #BridePerks
Greetings and salutations, hive! I’ve really missed you. I am alive and recovering from the madness of wedding/honeymoon/a hellish couple of weeks at work…and ready to begin those recaps!!
When I first started blogging, I thought I would be raring to go on recap posts…but I got the full collection of my high-res professional photos about a week ago and found myself totally overwhelmed. How to describe such days? How to wade through photos in such numbers?! It’s intimidating, to say the least.
All photos in this post are personal unless otherwise stated.
If you’re like me, trying different food while travelling is one of the best things in the world. Mr. Horseshoe and I were pretty excited to sample regional Hawaiian delights. Here are some of my food-related highlights of our trip in no particular order.
While not pictured, we really enjoyed our visit to Costco. We were super tempted by the large, fresh, and inexpensive bowls of poke…but there’s no way the two of us could have finished a serving size that large on our own. We did end up buying a big tray of Hawaiian sweet rolls, cheese, fruit, crackers, and some other small bites I can’t quite remember. I mentioned in previous posts that having breakfast/lunches from Costco saved us quite a bit of money. I highly recommend taking a trip to Costco if you have a membership—it is well worth it!
Eagerly awaiting our scampi
Mr. & Mrs. Eel took us to Giovanni’s Shrimp Truck for lunch on the way to the North Shore. We had no idea what we were in for…and what a treat it was. Mr. Horseshoe and I shared a large order of shrimp scampi and rice. Definitely visit a shrimp truck if you’re in Oahu. While the trucks can have a bit of a line and wait for your food, it’s well worth it.
Christina and Michael were wed in an outdoor ceremony and celebrated with a reception at the moody Tooth and Nails castle and vineyard in Paso Robles, California. Keep reading to see the Tiffany blue and vino-centered details from their gorgeous rustic winery wedding.
With less than three months to the big day, I’m digging in to my diet and exercise pretty hardcore at this point.
I’ve entered into the ugly calorie-restriction phase of the diet, and so far, so good—I’ve lost about six pounds since Christmas and clothes are fitting better. Plus, I’ve actually got more energy, which goes to show…when you stop eating ALL the cookies, you actually feel better.
But along with that diet, and my six workouts a week, I’ve started something totally new—an intense (for me) beauty/skincare routine.
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I am going to be married soon, but I am curious how many people find themselves in the same boat. I want to be a stay-at-home wife. I think the man should work and take care of all that. I am old-fashioned like that. What do you think? Should the man be obligated to work outside the home to provide for his wife?