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Back to the blogging world (and WEDDING PHOTOS!)

Wow, y’all.  What a week it’s been.

We arrived back from our extended honeymoon, just in time to unload the car before a new wave of winter weather struck DC.  I spent Saturday morning rearranging the kitchen and selecting several things to donate in order to make room for the 30 serving platters we received (seriously, I love all things kitchen related but where the hell am I going to put things like serving platters in my 800sq foot apartment?!  But that’s a discussion for another time.), while my new husband went through our refrigerator to throw out all the things that had spoiled in our absence.  (Hint: the kale didn’t make it.)  Saturday afternoon we went on an epic Trader Joe’s run to fill up the barren refrigerator.

By Sunday afternoon, my new husband was throwing up anything and everything that touched his stomach.  Plain toast, water, gatorade, all of the above.  I spent Sunday night alternating between napping in bed and consoling him next to the toilet.  At first, we thought maybe he’d eaten a bad oyster in Richmond, but when he was still sick on Wednesday (despite having eaten nothing for 3 days), we got a little concerned.

You see, in 2011 my new husband, then my new boyfriend, had emergency surgery to remove his colon.  I’ll spare you the details of his surgery and hard-fought recovery, because it will probably make me cry, and also because we don’t need all his medical information on the interwebs.  Just trust me when I say that when hubby has stomach problems, we start to get a little concerned.

So, after an appointment with a GP, a gastroenterologist nurse practitioner, and a round of blood work, they’ve scheduled him for a flex scan and an MRI next week.  Hubby is feeling much better now (case in point – he wanted pizza for dinner last night and asked me to bake him chocolate chip cookies for breakfast, not gonna happen), so these tests are really just precautionary.  

I tell you all this to explain why I’ve been like a walking zombie all week, haven’t read any of the amazing blogs I follow, and certainly haven’t been able to sit down and write anything coherent of my own.

I still can’t manage a decently written post, which is why you’re getting another picture post.  Sorry!  Take comfort in the fact that these, at least, were not taken by my iPhone and are actually incredibly high-quality pictures.

At the rehearsal dinner with my brother and grandfather

At the rehearsal dinner with my brother and grandfather

Rehearsal dinner decorations

Rehearsal dinner decorations

My wedding bouquet wrapped with my paternal grandmother's handkerchief and my maternal grandmother's engagement ring

My wedding bouquet wrapped with my paternal grandmother’s handkerchief and my maternal grandmother’s engagement ring

 

My wedding dress and veil (which was my mother's)

My wedding dress and veil (which was my mother’s)

First look with my father.  As you can probably tell, I'm a total Daddy's girl, and we were both sobbing hysterically.  But that's what waterproof mascara is for!

First look with my father. As you can probably tell, I’m a total Daddy’s girl, and we were both sobbing hysterically. But that’s what waterproof mascara is for!  Even though I’m married, I’m still his little girl, and I love that.

My soon-to-be husband enjoying a pre-wedding scotch to calm his nerves

My soon-to-be husband enjoying a pre-wedding scotch to calm his nerves.

 

"We now pronounce you - man and wife!"

“We now pronounce you – man and wife!”

Out in front of the church

Out in front of the church

Solo shot

Solo shot

Grand entrance - hubs had originally wanted to enter the reception via a smoke tunnel, but the reception vetoed that.  Instead, we settled for breaking through a UNC banner while the DJ played the fight song.  I think it was a success!

Grand entrance – hubs had originally wanted to enter the reception via a smoke tunnel, but the reception vetoed that. Instead, we settled for breaking through a UNC banner while the DJ played the fight song. I think it was a success!

Instead of a traditional wedding cake, we decided to a wedding topper for us to cut.  Everyone else enjoyed Krispy Kreme donuts flambeed in liqueur served with vanilla ice cream.  I didn't get to try one (too busy socializing!) but everyone seemed to really like it.

Instead of a traditional wedding cake, we decided to a wedding topper for us to cut, while everyone else enjoyed Krispy Kreme donuts flambeed in liqueur served with vanilla ice cream. I didn’t get to try one (too busy socializing!) but everyone seemed to really like it.

Cake cutting!  I told hubs he wasn't allowed to mess up my makeup with cake to the face, but I didn't exactly show the same courtesy to him.  Hehe!  It made for good pictures though :)

Cake cutting! I told hubs he wasn’t allowed to mess up my makeup with cake to the face, but I didn’t exactly show the same courtesy to him. Hehe! It made for good pictures though 🙂

So remember that cake we had for us to cut?  Well, OCD me tried to cut it into perfectly even slices and didn't notice the cake base wasn't attached to the cake stand.  Off it toppled, right into the wall!  This is my face right after I knocked it off.  At least now we don't have to worry about saving wedding cake for our 1 year anniversary!

So remember that cake we had for us to cut? Well, OCD me tried to cut it into perfectly even slices and didn’t notice the cake base wasn’t attached to the cake stand. Off it toppled, right into the wall! This is my face right after I knocked it off. At least now we don’t have to worry about saving wedding cake for our 1 year anniversary!

This is one of the last pictures of the night, after hubs had gotten tired of his bow tie and right before we made our getaway.

This is one of the last pictures of the night, after hubs had gotten tired of his bow tie and right before we made our getaway.

So there you go!  Our wedding was absolutely everything we wanted it to be and then some.  One of these days, I’ll do a full write-up with details, but for now, hopefully the pictures will suffice.  Happy Saturday everyone!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From the other side

Hello there! I’m now officially married and am writing to you from St. Thomas in the US Virgin Islands. I’ve had two rum punches and three margaritas and am typing this on my iPhone; you should be shocked and amazed if there are less than 12 typos in this post.

We’ll be honeymooning for about two weeks, splitting our time on St. Thomas and the surrounding islands. Everyone keeps asking us about our travel and sight-seeing plans; I feel like such a bum for saying we don’t have any, but it’s the truth. I just want to sit on a beach for a few days and enjoy the fact that no one is asking me about whether these napkins would be best for the appetizer table or for the dessert table. Eventually, we’ll make plans and explore and I’ll (hopefully) have something to write about when there’s less alcohol in my system. But for now, please enjoy a collection of photos from my highly sophisticated iPhone.

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This was my car’s temperature gauge as I drove across the Georgia-Florida state line. After weeks of near-freezing temps in DC, I almost got out and did a little dance. Temperature in central Florida while we said “I do” – 82 degrees F.

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Thank you notes that we’re tucked into the out-of-town guests’ gift bags.

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Picture of said gift bags, stuffed with granola bars, water bottles, aspirin, orange juice, tea bags, jelly beans, oranges, and orange flavored popcorn (not as weird as it sounds).

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Neither of us really like cake, so for dessert we had Krispy Kreme donuts that were flambé’d in orange liqueur and served with vanilla ice cream. Apparently they were very good. I didn’t get to have any though. The bride and groom are very popular at a wedding, did you know that? Everyone wants to talk to them.

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Us dancing at our wedding. That’s me in the long white dress!

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A picture of the free travel magazine they gave us as we boarded our flight. I am all about a good travel mag, and free is better than not free! I read the whole thing cover to cover and circled the names of restaurants I want to try while we’re here.

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Of course I dragged us out of bed for 7am sunrise yoga this morning. Not only did we get in some de-stressifyng (yes, it’s a word, trust me on this!) twists and sun salutations, we were up early enough to get some great pictures off our hotel room balcony.

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View from our table at lunch. Yes, it’s over-priced, but the food is good and the weather is heavenly. I’m not going to complain.

I heard there’s another snow dump heading for the East Coast. Y’all stay safe; I’ll try to send warm thoughts your way!

How to survive a Southern wedding

(Maggie reminded me today that I haven’t given y’all nearly enough details about my wedding, aka the BIGGEST DAY OF MY LIFE.  Therefore, you can thank her for this wedding-related post.)

As a young girl, I never played at being a bride.  I never dreamed about my wedding, never fantasized about my perfect dress, never poured over wedding magazines.  I can’t rattle off styles of bustles; I don’t know the different shapes of bouquets; I can’t tell organza from tulle.  I never thought I’d be getting married at all, much less be getting married this side of 30.

Thusly, when the Boo proposed back in August 2012, I immediately assumed we’d have a low-key wedding, with 50 or so guests, possibly held in the city where we’d both gone to college, maybe with a band that played music we could all shag to, likely with an afterparty at one of our favorite dive bars, with cheap beers poured into red solo cups.

But in the South, a wedding is not just a wedding.  It’s a Wedding.  It’s an excuse to throw parties, to eat, to drink, to laugh, to get together with old friends and far-flung acquaintances.  It’s an occasion to show everyone just how darn hospitable you are.  I was truly and utterly unprepared for the consequences of being the only daughter, and the eldest granddaughter, in a southern family.

Allow me to share some of the things I’ve learned during the process of planning a wedding in the South.

One. The wedding is not about you.  Southern brides-to-be, get this through your head now.  This marriage is about your parents, who are paying for the whole shindig.  Evidence: I wanted a 50-person wedding in Chapel Hill, North Carolina.  I’m getting a 250 person wedding in my hometown in Florida.  I wanted a “rustic chic” feel with burlap accents.  I’m getting an “elegant winter wedding” with silver Chiavari chairs.  Just accept that your mother has been to 5 different weddings in your hometown over the past 12 months, and she feels the need to top them all.  Therefore, if “rustic chic” is not in style this year, you’d better save your burlap for another occasion.

Two.  Do not underestimate how much your grandparents will drink.  As I mentioned, I’m getting married in small-town Florida.  There are no suitable reception venues (other than our local country club, which may or may not be going bankrupt in the next 30 days) within 20 miles.  Therefore, the ceremony is being held in Smalltown A, while the reception is being held in Slightly Bigger Town B, about 25 minutes away by slow car or fast jog.  My 85-year-old grandfather (who still likes his vodka cold and plentiful) has made it known to me no less than 5 times that he’s highly upset the reception will be so far away, because how is he supposed to get home afterwards?  Just make sure you order enough booze, otherwise you might have a riot of cane-weilding octogenarians on your hands.

Three.  Your engagement is an excuse for other people to party.  The Boo and I have traveled to Florida twice now for two separate engagement parties.  And we’re getting off light.  One of my Dad’s friends shared that when he was getting married, they had no less than six parties thrown in their honor.  For both occasions, all I could think was, between the money we spent to travel down here and the money that was spent on this party, we could have bought a car.  Not a very nice one, but a car nonetheless.  My aunt offered to either throw us a party or put that money towards our honeymoon.  I think you can guess which option the Boo and I wanted, but my mother almost ripped all her hair out at the thought, so we had a party.

Four.  You will know next to no one at your own wedding.  Remember that 50-person guest-list I wanted?  Just wait until your parents get ahold of it.  The list now includes women from my mother’s bible study group, my father’s business associates, men who play poker with my grandfather, and relatives I haven’t seen since I was 8.  True story: at our latest engagement party, my mother had to stand at the door with us to greet guests because she was worried (and rightly so) there would be people coming through the door that neither the Boo or I would know.

Five.  Etiquette-ness is next to Godliness.   Your friends have nicknames?  You’ve called someone by other than their Christian name their entire life?  Too bad.  That’s not the name we’re writing on the invitation envelope.  We need to make invitations formal enough so that they don’t think you actually know who they are.  See point Four above.

So there you have it, friends.  The best advice I can share with you for surviving a Southern wedding.  I hope you can take it and learn from it, and elope if you have the chance!

Note: My parents are the greatest people in the entire world and I love them.  They’re paying for this wedding, so it’s completely up to them to spend their money how they so choose.  I write all of this with love and a sense of humor.

Have you been through a wedding (Southern or otherwise)?  How did you survive?  We have 30 days to go and I’m looking for inspiration!