Well, hive—it’s about that time. I’ve relied on you all for input in my planning, showed you my favorite organizational tools, and shared all of the awesome details of the Gloves’ wedding day. And now, it’s time to say goodbye as a wedding blogger.
Ugh, wedding budgets. We pulled our wedding budget out of thin air—mostly, our parents each offered an amount of support they were comfortable with, and we did some figuring and figured out how much we were comfortable adding to that, and settled at about $15,000. We aimed to stay near that number, but weren’t glued to it, so we knew we had some wiggle room. We also knew that we could get more wedding for that price than usual, since we were getting married in January in the Midwest—not exactly high season. We set a mission statement: a formal Catholic wedding, jam packed with loves ones, sharing a ridiculous amount of joy. Thanks to some serious negotiating on McGlovin’s part, some deal watching on my part, and more than a few times of talking ourselves down (no, seriously, we did not need a $200 cake topper) we not only came in on budget, but we even had a little left over!
Number of Guests: ~ 110
Location: Columbus, Ohio
Date: January 5, 2013
Type: Cathedral wedding, semi-formal urban evening reception with family-style dinner
My last post finished with the end of our reception and, you know—that’s when I really thought our wedding would end. McGlovin and I are usually a staying in, snuggling-on-the-couch couple. I figured that on our wedding day, jam packed with activities and all kinds of emotional drainage, I would laugh and wave our guests on to an after party, and quietly shut things down with my newly minted husband.
Well, hive”¦it was not to be.
Here’s the thing—our wedding was a blast! I was having a great time, and my friends were having a great time, and it’s really the only time you’ll get to be surrounded by all of your favorite people in the best mood ever! How could you shut that down? So, we didn’t. We finished our last dance, and announced that we were headed to our favorite local bar. (Then my dad stepped out to announce that all the grown folks could congregate on the concierge floor of the hotel”¦what can I say, we’re a partying family!)
You can ignore my crazy face, but yes! I’m totally playing ski ball! And, oddly, collecting roses like an awkward Bachelor contestant/bride”¦merp.
WARNING: This post is full of photos of people you don’t know having a great time. My feelings won’t be hurt if you skip this one.
After the bouquet toss, our wedding guests flooded the dance floor for the rest of the evening. I know that some brides struggle to make a dance party happen, and I think that we were just fortunate to have worked up a situation that was begging for a party. First, we had a playlist that was slowly compiled over a few months by many people—we put a Google doc together and gave anyone access that wanted to add things, and we finally pared it down in our final meeting with our DJ. McGlovin added some polka music, which is a tradition in his family, and our DJ thought we were joking. When it was played, though, so many of the “adults” hopped onto the dance floor. McGlovin and I split up and used the polka to bring other friends onto the floor, and by the time it was over, nearly every person was dancing. Odd, yes, but also hilariously winning.
After the dance, hive, things start getting a little hazy. Why yes, it certainly could be the gin-and-cider I’d been sipping all evening, but I think it had a fair amount to do with the fact that, after dinner, the entire evening was just the most ridiculous party! Since all of the fun is jumbled together in my head, I have a hard time suggesting what order things happened in. I do know a few things for certain, though—I tossed my bouquet, and every single person I saw was having a great time. (Aside: I know that gin isn’t the most popular liquor for people of a certain age, but I really do encourage all of you lovely ladies to try it with cider—it’s delicious! Plus, my grandma has been known to consume some gin, and I always strive to be Edna-chic in my booze consumption. )
First up, my bouquet. In the planning stages, I was vehemently opposed to a garter toss, and not really that into a bouquet toss, either. McGlovin could get behind nixing the garter toss, but he still tried to talk me into tossing my bouquet. His argument was it’s a wedding, and you’d never chuck flowers at your friends otherwise so”¦why not? And then I went to a few weddings and actually participated in the toss and realized—it all depends on how it’s done. One wedding was terrifying, and all. single. girls. were called to the dance floor and it felt accusatory and mildly stressful, but another wedding was a hilarious and giggly time. So I started to think of how to achieve the second atmosphere.
After everyone had had their fill of wedding pie, our DJ kindly invited everyone downstairs to watch our first dance. Right, downstairs. The picture below explains a few things: first, you can see that Colin, our best man, had taken my seat next to McGlovin”¦because they’re adorable, and they wanted to catch up. Second, the pie line. Oh yes, Mister DJ, there is always a line for pie. And third, you can see the railing that outlined a floor cut-out. Our venue is part of an old hardware factory, the layout is completely unconventional, and the building that we were in had some space limitations. So, our dinner was on the second floor, and dancing and the bar were on the first floor. For people that weren’t really into dancing, it was nice that the cut-out was there. Every time I looked up from the dance floor, there were people crowded around watching, so it really felt like everyone was included in the fun, even if they weren’t necessarily dancing!
Right, so”¦anyone that was interested in seeing the first dances came downstairs or found a place around the open space upstairs. McGlovin had chosen “Stand by Me” as our first dance. This is our favorite version:
So, after hearing from our gracious speakers, the Gloves settled into dinner. I know many brides say they didn’t have time to eat, but I really could not jump on that bandwagon. We’d packed the head table with our favorite people, had already greeted everyone in our receiving line, and had arranged for huge platters of food to be served family style. Suffice it to say, the Gloves enjoyed their wedding dinner.
As people were finishing, our amazing coordinator let us know it was time to cut that cake. As you may recall, I don’t love cake. McGlovin, on the other hand, loves it and said it wouldn’t be a wedding without cake. We compromised by getting a cake for him, and also having a pie bar, to satisfy me. We cut into our cake and playfully exchanged bites”¦and then I hightailed it to the pie.
Well, hive—yesterday was McGlovin’s and my one year anniversary! It was amazing—he reserved the hotel suite we’d had the night of our wedding, we had dinner and massages, had some anniversary cake”¦nothing too crazy, but it was such a lovely time to reflect on the past year of our lives.
While everyone was upstairs getting settled at their tables, McGlovin and I took a minute to look around the first floor. Since we’d spent the cocktail hour mingling, we didn’t get to enjoy any of our apps, or see any of the decorations! (Actually, that’s not entirely accurate. At one point, my friend Rachael came over to me with a plate of apps and said, “You can probably eat about two of these in the next minute” and then hand fed me two bites of food. Her husband suggested just giving me the entire plate, but she pointed out that I had neither the time to eat, nor enough hands to eat, hand my bouquet, and hug people all at once. She’s an angel, that Rachael!) Anyway, while all of this was happening, our wonderful photographers were going table to table, photographing couples and friend groups. I know this, like the receiving line, seems to have gone out of style, but we wanted to get a photo of everyone to send in their thank you notes”¦and people loved them!
So, we left off last time with our arrival at the reception venue—McGlovin and I were thrilled to see everything looking so gorgeous! Since our venue was two stories, we wandered around with the wedding party upstairs for a while, sipping our signature cocktails (Coke and Crown for the mister, gin and cider for me). Up until the moment it happened, I assumed that our entrance would be pretty calm—the DJ would announce us, McGlovin and I would walk down the staircase to the clapping masses, and we would wind our way through the guests.
That is not what happened, hive”¦not what happened at all.
First, I was so. very. excited!!! I’m not an adrenaline person, so I was not prepared to be so pumped up”¦but I guess marrying your favorite person will do that to you. The DJ came over to let us know that he was about to begin introductions and asked if there were any requests. I believe someone mentioned “I Gotta Feeling” (or some other mildly overplayed get-pumped-up song) and the bridal party started planning their entrances. Although I didn’t think I wanted a huge entrance when I was planning, it became pretty clear that it was going to happen, so I went with it”¦and it was awesome!