After we recessed, Mr. Hammerhead and I made a beeline for the super-secret bridal room while our guests went to the dock behind our ceremony space for an all-guest photo. I was hesitant about this photo-op when Karen, our venue coordinator, recommended it, but Zev assured me that it would be no big deal since the ceremony, dock, and cocktail hour space were all right next to each other. While they assembled, Mr. Hammerhead and I had a few moments to ourselves with our drinks to talk about deep married-people things, like how long the ceremony had taken (25 minutes) and how good our signature cocktail was.
Before long, Karen came to collect us for the photo—and you know what? She and Zev were right. I’m sure all-guest photos can be hard to pull off in some circumstances, but in our case, it probably only took 10 minutes, start to finish. Once Zev had snapped a few, Karen ushered Mr. Hammerhead and me back to the bridal room so we could wolf down a sampler of hors d’oeuvres (spoiler alert: the most I ate all night) while everyone else filed into cocktail hour.
Soon, we joined our guests in the cocktail hour space, and seriously (I know I keep saying this), it went by in a blur. We prioritized saying hi to close family members and those we knew we wouldn’t see on the dance floor, like our grandmas, but we barely made it 10 yards past the door with all our loved ones coming up to say hello. Guys, it was awesome. We were having the best time, but before we knew it, Zev was ushering us down to the beach (in our very own golf cart!) to take advantage of the late-afternoon light for 10 more minutes of portraits.