Stallion and I started dating on August 27, 2005. He proposed to me on August 25, 2012. I was introduced to you all on September 25, 2013. We tied the knot on April 5, 2014. And today, 91 blog posts later, I sign off for the last time as Mrs. Filly.
It’s been a wild ride. Planning a wedding is alternately exhilarating and exhausting. I’ve shared with you all the ups, downs, and boring parts—I did an Excel tutorial, for heaven’s sake, does it get more boring than that?!
Mrs. Filly’s guide to getting the most out of your vendors: treat them the way you would like to be treated.
This means feed them, tip them (all of them, not just the non-business owners!), and be nice to them. Easy. As. Pie.
I loved every single thing about our wedding. But I didn’t do any of it myself (and thank god for that!). Stallion and I had an excellent group of vendors who went above and beyond to make sure every single aspect of our day was perfect, and I’m thrilled to give them all a shout-out here on Weddingbee.
Attention, all South Jersey/Philadelphia area brides—if you’re looking for vendors, I can vouch for these people 100% and I would not hesitate to recommend any of them to a friend. In fact, I already have.
In the interest of full disclosure, none of my vendors were aware that I blogged for Weddingbee, so as far as they were concerned, I was just another bride. They had no incentive to treat me any differently than they would anyone else. Meaning? You’ll get the same fantastic treatment that I did.
So here we go—here are all the fabulous folks who made our wedding day so wonderful. All photos, unless specifically noted, are courtesy of Aleksey Photography.
You all knew this was coming. These are my favorite, favorite, favorite kinds of posts, and I am so excited to share mine with you. I know I’ve shared a few of these already, but it’s nice to have them all together.
Without further ado, here are the details of our wedding that I loved so much.
I got ready in an oversized monogrammed button-down, courtesy of Miss Lucy’s Monograms. They were so comfortable and well-made; I’m glad I gave them as bridesmaids’ gifts as well. Everybody loved them!
And that was that. The Filly wedding had officially come to an end.
But unofficially, not really. We all trooped downstairs to Hemingway’s, the hotel bar, to keep the party going.
Well, almost everybody went downstairs right away. I had to run back to our suite for some emergency dress repairs. Because I am a classy lady at all times, I had kicked my shoes off at some point in the evening and left them under our sweetheart table. My dress had been expertly tailored to my height—with shoes on. Without shoes, my dress was a little too long, and at the end of the night, one of my friends accidentally stepped on the back of my dress, and one of my bustle points broke. Nothing a safety pin couldn’t fix. (Pro tip: have handy friends.)
The entrances have been made, the toasts are done, dinner has been eaten, and the cake has been cut. What’s left to do? Oh, right—dance the night away! We hired the B Street Band for a reason. We wanted a party, and a massive party is exactly what we got.
Remember my post from eons ago, where I told you all about my favorite family tradition? Here it is, you guys—the fabled Filly family cake flip.
After dinner, a giant cake was wheeled out onto the dance floor. The very smart venue coordinators took a measure to protect the dance floor, and they put down a tarp. Officiant F took a look at the tarp and went, “What? They don’t believe in me?” I mean, if I were the venue and I knew a dude who’d had a few drinks would be flinging a cake up into the air in the middle of my dance floor…yeah, I’d put a tarp down too.
(Side note: I feel like most people in the wedding industry have seen it all and it takes a lot to surprise them. My vendors—the venue, the photographer, the baker—were all shocked when I told them about the cake flip. Guess who’s a special snowflake?)
Stallion and I decided that once the party started up, it should continue with minimal interruptions. That meant that we’d be banging out all the standard wedding traditions early in the evening, one right after another, and once they were done, we’d be out of the spotlight and everyone could go about their business.
First up: spotlight dances. From the moment we’d booked the B Street Band to play our wedding, we knew what our first dance/awkward middle school sway would be.