All photos by the wonderful Robert Gigliotti!
As our salad course was served, our DJ, Rachel, called for our maid-of-honor and best-man speeches. I knew my sister was nervous as she had never done one of these before, but she nailed it—her speech was a perfect mix of humor and touching sentiment, and just the right length.
Note that it was written on a cocktail napkin. From OUR cocktail hour.
Then the best man spoke. His speech is a memory that will live on, as his “funny anecdote” was an amazing story about Benjamin trying to “reinvent himself” in college freshman year. The two of them went to both high school and university together, and when it came to his attention that Ben had been trying to drop his diminutive nickname and go by something more “manly,” the best man just about died. Naturally, Ben’s attempts were thwarted after that, and he was to remain nicknamed for life. Our guests exploded with (not unkind) laughter upon this reveal and to Ben’s credit, he took it all very graciously.
A good laugh at Ben’s expense was had by all.
We cheers-ed and drank and returned to the food. The main course was as delightful as the others, and once the plates were cleared and coffee and cake were upon us, we made one more announcement. I had previously informed Rachel that my wedding day was also the birthday of one of my dearest, oldest friends, and we asked the room to sing “Happy Birthday” as I delivered a little present to her table. This, too, provided a wonderful spectrum of photos.
From dawning realization…
…to good-natured discomfort
With that, the dinner portion of the evening came to a close, and it was time for our first dance as newlyweds. Rachel ushered everyone into the other room as we hung back and went through our steps one more time. We had practiced daily for weeks (though I’m sure the final product looked thoroughly mediocre), and we were still pretty nervous!
Here we go.
We heard the opening notes to “If I Were a Carpenter” by Bobby Darin, and Ben led me onto the floor. We began dancing to our agreed-upon routine, but—OH NO—my foot kept catching in my dress!
CUE WAVY FLASHBACK TRANSITION: During the excruciating few minutes of waiting for my dad before the ceremony, my sister had also discovered that the button-loop for my bustle had broken. Delightful. In that moment I could only declare it a “later problem” and carry on, but by the time we got to the reception, I didn’t care anymore* and told my coordinator to stick a bunch of safety pins in and be done with it.
Two minutes and 19 seconds of pure grace, it was.
However, now it was impeding our dancing, and about a minute into it, I just reached down, grabbed my train in my hand, and continued on. CHECK.
Just go with it.
As we had deliberately chosen a short song, we soon finished our final twirl—and concluded with an old-fashioned bow and curtsy to each other.
GIF via GIPHY | It was all very courtly.
Our celebratory kiss at the end is in my top five favorite photos from the day—the backdrop of all our friends cheering is so sweet.
…and our relief from the dance being over is palpable.
The ol’ awkward-but-have-to-do-it parent dances—and general merriment and debauchery—next time, on Sixpence recaps!
*These are the things that you worry to death about beforehand…and then in the moment, nobody cares, including you.