Yeee-hawww! It’s Thursday so, once again, I’m letting Mama Kat pick my topic for me. This one is a good one!
2.) If you could do your wedding over, how would you do it?
First of all, I considered vlogging about this topic and put it out for a vote on Facebook and Twitter. I was surprised to learn that more people wanted a blog than a vlog. I am preferring to think it’s because you all have a deep reverence for the written word and not that you don’t want to look at my scary after-work face with the smeared make-up and crazy hair.
So, anyway, my wedding. My wedding was awesome-tastic! I’m sure everything thinks that about their wedding but mine really was. The Great Guy I Married and I were pretty much on the same page when it came to what we wanted out of a wedding, namely, to be married at the end of it. The budget never became a point of contention because my mother (who is herself awesome-tastic) wrote us a check and that was our budget. Neither my parents nor his came at this event with any preconceived notions so they were perfectly happy with everything we did. Even though most of it in no way resembled a traditional wedding.
Let’s start with my dress. Which was short. And pink. And I’ll tell you why. My husband has always liked me in pink, though I’m not sure he has ever been fully conscious of it. Whenever I wear pink, he compliments me. So, when I went shopping for a dress, I went with pink because I knew he liked it. It was short and had a somewhat retro 60’s feeling because that’s a style I like and it’s flattering to me. And it’s quite similar to my mom’s wedding dress which was also short and had a 60’s vibe but she was actually married in the 60’s so that makes way more sense.
My husband wore a custom made suit that he got from a guy who’s made suits for about half a dozen Presidents. Hells to the yeah! He looked hot in it too.
Our wedding ceremony took place in a small room at All Souls Unitarian Church with only our close family present. That’s right. There were only about a dozen people in the room when we took our vows. It was intimate and lovely. But here’s where I would make a change: I would do more to include our parents in the ceremony. Our siblings were our wedding party but our parents had no real role because there was no processional. I’m not sure what I would do to loop them in, maybe a reading or a piece of music dedicated to them, but we should have done something.
After our wedding, we trekked out to a steakhouse for a dinner as a family. Imagine a small rehearsal dinner kind of vibe: that’s what our wedding dinner was like. It was really great. It gave our families a chance to get to know each other in a relaxed setting, something which could have been difficult as my in-laws and my husband’s half-brothers are deaf. We had an interpreter for the ceremony but she didn’t come to dinner so it was left to my husband and sister-in-law to translate and the smaller group was better for that.
(Um, you’re wondering why these photos are clearly not professional, aren’t you? I have great photos but…yeah…I packed them someplace secure when we moved and I don’t remember where that is right now. Sorry!)
After dinner my husband and I had a room at the Willard Hotel and Oh. My. God. Everyone should have a room at the Willard for their wedding night. What a great hotel. Stately and elegant, there were champagne and strawberries in the room and we had in room dining service the following morning. Breakfast was rolled in on a car with linens and real china and silver and the food was produced from a warming cabinet before the table and set our for us. It was the fanciest room service meal I’ve ever had. The whole thing was a perfect wedding night and morning after.
The following day we had our reception. I know. It’s weird. We split our wedding and our reception up by 24 hours but trust me when I say it was great. We were rested, happy, and ready to party that day. After the wedding ceremony, I was in a daze and couldn’t have enjoyed a party as much. We found a fantastic venue in Georgetown with a top-notch kitchen and décor like a 1920’s nightclub and we rented the whole place out. We invited friends and extended family for a good meal, good company, and good wine. We agreed that what we always like best about wedding is the opportunity to catch up with people you don’t see often and we didn’t want to do anything that would interrupt people’s enjoyment of a good time with good company. So there were no speeches. No ceremonial dances. No throwing flowers or removing garters. Instead, we spent an evening with a lot of people who we really love, talking, drinking and laughing. We made children welcome so there were great moments like finding my godson eating cake at the bar with two of my husband’s co-workers. Our families got to meet friends of ours they’d only heard about and our friends got to see one another, sometimes for the first time in years. The food was amazing, the wine was good and the cake was a tribute to my hometown: it was a Wegman’s sheet cake because I grew up in Rochester, the birthplace of Wegman’s. It was an awesome party.
But here’s the other big thing I’d change: I’d have cut my husband off way earlier in the evening because he was stinkin’ drunk at the end. Like, on-the-bathroom-floor-all-night drunk. Yeah. Sexy. But, at least it wasn’t our wedding night; it was just the end of a great party.
All told, I’m still happy with the way we did our wedding. It reflected who we were, not something out of a magazine. It brought together the people we care about the most to celebrate our marriage in the city we call home. And it doesn’t get any better than that.