Hello, hive! I’m so excited to be back and participating in the “After the Wedding” series! Have you missed me? I’ve missed you!
This November, Mr. Potion and I will celebrate our second anniversary. Two years isn’t very long—I mean, it’s ages longer than the typical Hollywood marriage, but even still, two years can still be considered no time at all. But unlike most couples nowadays, we got pregnant just three months into our marriage…and babies bring plenty of opportunities to test your vows. Let’s see how well we’ve done.
Traditionally, you save the top layer of your wedding cake, freeze it, and enjoy it on your first anniversary as a reminder of the joy of your big day. We didn’t have a wedding cake, so we didn’t have a top layer—we did cupcakes.
We had big plans for our first anniversary. We wanted to go to New Orleans at the beginning of November to attend the Voodoo Music Experience Halloween weekend and then spend some time enjoying the sights and tastes of the French Quarter, making sure to find some chocolate cupcakes to commemorate our big day.
The reception was now more than halfway over, so everybody had a drink (or two) in their hands. That meant it was the perfect time for some toasts!
You may recall that we weren’t sure how much champagne to offer since we knew not everyone would want it for the toasts. In the end, we decided that the two of us would rather toast with our signature drink—Maker’s Mark and Sprite—and we figured our guests would feel the same, so we scrapped the champagne idea altogether!
You may also recall that we forgot to charge the batteries in our wireless microphone, so it was completely dead when toast time rolled around. (Such are the hazards of doing everything yourselves…) We didn’t know that the mic was dead until my sister (and MOH) started her toast. At first we weren’t sure if the volume was just not loud enough or if the restaurant had crummy acoustics, so she continued to speak into it. By the time her toast was done, it was obvious that the mic was completely dead—but you’ll notice in these pictures that everyone held it for their toasts anyway. I guess there’s something comforting about holding a microphone when you’re speaking in front of a crowd?
My sister went first with a toast that made me want to laugh and cry at the same time. She listed all the reasons why she was so excited for Mr. Potion to be joining the family, and how she knew we were a perfect fit for each other. She spoke about how Mr. Potion immediately hit it off with both of my sisters the first time they met—how he’s the type of person they were able to naturally become friends with because of a shared taste in movies and books, not to mention the fact that he’s always treated them like people, not just little sisters. She said that he’d won Mom over immediately—but that’s not saying much, since she gets along with everyone. According to MOH, she knew Mr. Potion was perfect for me when it became obvious that Dad was impressed with him (which is saying something). MOH spoke for both of my sisters when she said that, if they had to have a brother, Mr. Potion would definitely be their choice—and they really do act like siblings, including the occasional bickering!
You may recall that we decided to forgo the traditional wedding cake and have a variety of cupcake flavors instead. There was a table to the side of the dance floor holding a small selection of these cupcakes as the guest arrived to whet their appetites, as it were, though we placed a sign on the table so no one would steal a cupcake before we had a chance to eat one
Once we were done with photos at the church, we made our way to the reception. The schedule for the reception was simple—the guests could eat, drink, and mingle before we arrived, then we’d make our grand entrance, have the special dances, then open the floor for dancing while we grabbed some food ourselves before cupcakes and toasts, and finally, after many goodbyes, we’d make our grand exit. (You may remember that we weren’t having a seated dinner—just hors d’oeuvres and a smashed potato bar.)
Did I say grand entrance? I meant epic.
We rode invisible horses into the reception with our bridal party.
Yeah, we were those people—we made our entrance to “Gangnam Style”. Unfortunately, our photographers were not there to capture the moment, but my cousin L sent me this great picture:
Alternate title: “Some Things Went Sorta Kinda Wrong”
Let me start by saying that I regret nothing about our wedding day. If the Doctor showed up on my doorstep today and gave me the chance to have a conversation with pre-wedding-day Miss Potion, I’d tell her to continue with her plans exactly as they are. (I might tell her to stop stressing a bit, but it’s sort of impossible for me to stop stressing, so that would be pointless.)
That’s not to say that nothing went wrong, however. I’m fairly certain that, had we hired a planner or DOC, the things that went wrong would not have gone wrong. However, the things that went wrong were, in my opinion, rather minor in the grand scheme of things, and if I have a choice between small things going wrong and big things going wrong, I’ll take the small things. (And yes, with my luck, something has to go wrong—nothing can be perfect.)
Of the minor mishaps on our Big Day, two things were big enough to be noticed by the guests.