According to the timeline, our cake was to be cut at 9:15 pm so that our photographers and videographers could finish by their slated time of 9:30 pm. Before leaving us, Erica, Alwyn, and their crew brought us out onto the Liberty Warehouse patio for some outdoor night shots. It might have been cold and windy earlier that day for our first look pictures, but it was downright freezing in the evening. Still, we manned up, warmed by our slight buzz and high from all the bride and groom adrenaline.
We did as instructed, dancing to the muted music coming from inside, cuddling close together to protect ourselves from the wind, and kissing on command.
Once we returned inside, Mr. S and I bid farewell to Erica, Justin, Alwyn, and Jason with big hugs and thank you’s and joined the dance party that was by now in full swing. I don’t regret not having professional photographic and video evidence of the rest of our night, since as many have advised it’s more of the same (with the exception that everyone is a little less inhibited than earlier in the evening).
With no further interruptions to the music (and the addition of jello shots), our dance party crowd got bigger, louder, sloppier, and sweatier.
I have known GM DK for 14 years, and I had never ever seen him on a dance floor until our wedding.
DJ Ben had warned us on our pre-wedding call to not be alarmed when he made the “last dance” announcement 15 minutes before the scheduled end of our reception (11:30 pm) since he liked to do a longer mix of upbeat tunes to close out the party. It was the perfect way to end our reception—everyone left it out on the dance floor.
We didn’t organize a grand exit since Mr. S and I were taking the same shuttle back to the hotels with our guests. Tatiana and the Liberty Warehouse staff quickly started breaking down the space, gathering floral centerpieces, candles, and other décor items. Having a DOC do the break down was another huge weight off my shoulders. I was able to focus on properly saying goodbye, thanking our guests for coming, and making sure everyone went home with a favor rather than running around doing clean up. We entrusted Tatiana to pack up our wedding paraphernalia and she kindly returned everything to my parents’ house the following day.
Mango tart favors ready to go.
The shuttles were ready and waiting to take guests back to the Marriott hotel. We advised guests who weren’t staying at the hotel to park their cars at the nearby parking garage, so it was an easy drop off point for everyone who didn’t make use of the valet at the LW. After gathering our belongings from the bridal suite, Mr. S and I boarded the last shuttle with our friends and family. Before leaving, I took a last look at our reception room. It was almost unrecognizable—the house lights were turned high, the candles and linens were gone, the tables bare, the remnants of our wedding were scattered throughout looking happily spent after a long but rewarding day.
I suppose I probably looked the same. I could feel my bun falling out a bit in the back, I hadn’t reapplied my lipstick in hours, I shuddered to think at what my eye makeup looked like after my dad’s toast, and my dress was probably all askew from the intense dance moves I was busting out on the dance floor.
Once back in Brooklyn Heights, those of us who were still standing took to Rocco’s Tacos, a Mexican bar and restaurant. I promptly inhaled two orders of chips and guacamole (finally I was hungry!), and we hung out at the bar until closing time.
MmMmm… / Image via Rocco’s Tacos
And that was it…our wedding day was over. I didn’t feel sad or melancholy that the night was over, but rather I felt accomplished and proud of myself. Like, wow, we actually pulled off our dream wedding. Fourteen months of obsessive planning, battling the wedding budget, and pondering bridal details like they were the meaning of life were worth it. So completely worth it.
(All photos are credited to Clean Plate Pictures unless otherwise noted.)