Bright and early on June 21, MOH Sis, Crafty, and I headed downstairs for breakfast with MC, BM Blondie, and BM Mathlete. MC was in another wedding at the same time as ours, so it was great to be able to hang out and have breakfast with her and get our hair done.
I’ve been waiting a long time for this…14 months of planning, doing projects, getting showered, and making big decisions finally came together on June 21. And now it’s time for the recaps (with special thanks to Mrs. Goat for the awesome logo!).
The night before the wedding, I stayed at the Four Seasons right across the street from the church. So once I got changed, I headed downstairs to meet my bridesmaids in the lobby and cross the street.
I really can’t believe an entire year has gone by since Mr. Rucksack and I tied the knot. It seems like just yesterday that we were celebrating our wedding with the best little dance party by the beach ever.
We celebrated our anniversary by going back to the place where our marriage began: The Madison Surf Club. We reminisced about the past year while drinking champagne on the beach before heading out to a fabulous dinner.
I promise I’m almost to those recaps! But I want to get the few hiccups we had off my chest and talk about my choice not to get a DOC.
Basically, I chose not to get a DOC because it didn’t feel necessary. The church asks that you “limit their involvement to the reception”—they have four staff people and are a well-oiled machine, and the reception is a separate venue from the caterer, which includes four staff members. Since it’s an old house, much of their job is to tell people where the bathrooms are and that there are no drinks on the stairs, but it seemed that a DOC might be overkill. And our bridal party is definitely on top of things, so they would be able to handle minor issues themselves. (MOH Sis instituted a no-questions-for-the-bride policy Friday morning, and not a person bothered me.) So we skipped it.
For the most part, I still think that was a pretty solid decision.
I almost hate to say it but I am going to anyway—coming up with our seating arrangement was very easy for us! We started with some bare bones (which parents should be where, etc.) and then filled in the gaps based on who we thought would enjoy each other. You may recall that we decided to use the squares of Savannah as table names, which were designed by our day of coordinator, Adrianne. Adrianne also made the seating arrangement poster—a bigger version of the map we were using on the tables.
Our first dance song was pretty much a no-brainer for us. The first concert we ever went to as a couple was a group called Band of Horses. They toured through Providence, Rhode Island back in 2007, and Mr. Jet and I were both big fans. Their ballad, “No One’s Gonna Love You,” was a fast favorite and became “our song” soon thereafter.
Still gives me warm fuzzies:
We swayed awkwardly for the next three-and-a-half minutes and whispered to each other how amazing it felt to be in that moment with each other. It felt like no one else was in the room.
After the bridal party settled into the reception, it was our turn to make our (second) big entrance of the day…our official announcement as Mr. and Mrs.!
Mr. Jet and I wanted our entrance song to surprise everyone. Something fun. Something upbeat. Something…totally random.
The first 0:24 seconds of this song crack me up so hard, to this day. A huge laugh erupted from the crowd as we interpretive-danced and lip-synced our way through our friends and family as newlyweds. Any Yes fans out there? Does this song make you jam as hard as we did?