I’m all out of pretty profesh wedding photos to share. I mean, I have a whole lot more photos of our ceremony, and about 80 photos of my girls buttoning me into my dress, but I’m pretty sure you’re all sick of us by now. The truth is, our photography package only included six hours of coverage. Mr. Wallaby and I were both smitten with Mustard Seed Photography, but we could only afford the most basic photography package, which was for six hours of coverage with one shooter.
Honestly? I’m 100% OK with that. I l-o-v-e every single photo from our wedding. Kat and Loren did an amazing job of capturing the emotions and ambiance and details of the day. It would be nice to have photographic evidence that our friends are BAMFs on the dance floor. I would love an artsy shot of us running out through the tunnel of sparklers at the end of the night. But we just couldn’t shell out any more Gs.
Maybe people loosened up once the cameras and flashes had vanished. I personally always hide behind Mr. W so my ridiculous dance face (slash duck face) isn’t captured on film. Soo embarrassing. At any rate, we still have some guest photos of the dance party. (Can I call it the after party? OKthanks.) And our videographers stuck around for some of the dancing, so we have some gems. Some of the footage is def NSFW. And some is so embarrassing that I won’t be a jerk and post it online. But here’s a little scene of Mr. W and me dancing to a popular Persian song. Feel free to laugh and mock me—I’m still figuring out the Persian dancing thing.
Everyone seemed so relaxed and comfortable—Maid of Honor N changed into a pair of cowboy boots:
And people were gettin’ jiggy with it. (Seriously. We played, like, five Will Smith songs. I love me some ’90s music!!)
N, a close friend of Mr. W’s family, is like the Shakira of Houston. Girl can dance. She taught me a ton of Persian dance moves:
Mr. Wallaby and I weren’t really planning on doing a bouquet toss and garter toss. We brought up the subject once a few weeks before the wedding, but it wasn’t really high on my list of priorities. And Mr. W threatened to spend 20 minutes taking off my garter. I knew Grandma wouldn’t be to pleased to watch that unfold.
But somehow we ended up doing both. Most of our friends are in their mid-20s, and many are unmarried, so there were a lot of pretty single ladies vying for the bouquet:
And contrary to previous conversations, Mr. W removed my garter in all of five seconds. What a gentleman.
Not sure what’s going on in this picture (maybe I’m making a weak attempt at a fist pump?), but Mr. W proceeded to sling-shot the garter straight up in the air. It landed a couple feet away from him, and his best friend from college, Groomsman J, snatched it up.
We snapped a quick photo with J and S (my old friend from high school, who caught the bouquet)…
…and then we got back to the party. By the time the DJ announced the last dance song, our charming little sweetheart table looked like this:
I’d say we came and conquered.
Next up: a late-night serenade by Michael Buble, and a fireworks exit.
*All photos personal.
Miss a recap? Previously:
- We got our pro pics in the mail.
- Orlando and his crew at A Sweet Film whipped up a sweet little teaser from the wedding.
- We p-a-r-t-ied with close friends and fam, Persian style. (We’re taking “Gangnam Style” to the next level.)
- We girls got our nails did, while the guys carted all of the wedding stuff off to the venue. Poor boys.
- We survived a hectic rehearsal in the dark.
- The wedding party and our out-of-town guests joined us for a juicy steak rehearsal dinner.
- I wrote my vows, and we battled Houston traffic to get to Oak Tree Manor.
- Following some game-time decisions, we girls sat in the stylist’s chair for hair and makeup.
- Mr. W sent up a sentimental note and a sweet little gift, and I got all dressed up.
- Mustard Seed snapped some more photos of us during our couple’s portraits and family portraits.
- I shared our ceremony deets, our guests arrived, and my dad and I got a little emotional.
- We walked/sauntered/pranced/cried down the aisle and we were married. Then we made a grand exit. But we soon returned to the ceremony tree to take wedding party photos.
- I shared the details. And some more details.
- Cocktail hour happened. And then we made a dramatic entrance and dove right into our first dance.
- My dad, the maids of honor, and the best man delivered some sweet, emotional toasts.
- We cut the cake and served ice cream right out of the ice cream truck.