Well, we did it. We’re now Mr. & Mrs. Quirky.
It was amazing, perfect and quirky from start to finish. And, no. There was no blogging at the wedding. (Maybe a little tweeting…) This picture was conceptualized by our fantastic photographer …more on the photos in a bit…
The day began with me in my in-law’s guest room, with one bed hog of a Gertie dog at my feet, a visiting pug at my head and a cell phone that had been set outside my room playing at top volume “What a Wonderful World.”
The bridesmaids started trickling in for the beauty fest. There was a little bit of grumbling for the early hour.
But hey, I got up and ran before they even got there. I don’t know what they were talking about.
I’m not going to lie.
I had some jitters.
But meanwhile my fantastic makeup artist and hair stylist sprinkled their magic pixi dust on me and turned me into … a bride.
And at that moment, all the nerves and butterflies left.
He looked spectacular. We looked spectacular.
It was our day.
Time for photos.
Turns out there was a pub crawl going on in the area we planned our first shoot.
We were joined by a motley crew of fellows dressed as fairies in a few of those shots. Meanwhile, everyone kept asking us if we were really a wedding party. We found this very hilarious, as if we would just dress like that on an ordinary Saturday afternoon.
After all the photos were taken, my non-nervous stomach was growling at me. Our photographer and his wife drove Mr. Quirky and myself through a Wendy’s where I inhaled the most delicious chicken nuggets I had ever eaten.
There was some down time after family pics at the church, and then it was W time. The ceremony was beautiful. My brother and his wife played instrumental music on the guitar (him) and violin (her.) I can’t even really describe taking our vows. I just kept looking into his eyes and was so happy to be pledging forever to him.
We exited to “Rainbow Connection.” Apparently there was a ripple effect in the church as people slowly began to recognize the tune.
At the reception, we kicked off the celebration with our wedding party by taking a shot (cranberry juice for our pregnant bridesmaid and underage bridesmaid) before being introduced to some music from Star Wars.
And so began the party.
The hot dogs, nachos and pretzels were a hit (and so tasty) as were the sandwiches my mother-in-law made.
Words don’t do it justice.
Neither do pictures, really. But they help.
I just loved seeing people crowded around it, looking at all the pictures on the film reel.
So much work went into it. And so much love.
The toasts were also very memorable.
DD Girl (Who looked amazing herself, along with all the girls) had everyone in giggles when she shared how Mr. Quirky used to take books to the bar to pick up girls.
And Mr. Quirky’s friend Jimmy wandered up to the microphone holding a
We were all wondering what the candle was for, and how it would play into his toast.
Turns out, it was just a dare from another groomsman that he should randomly bring the candle up and not refer to it at all.
We got a big kick out of it.
Then my new family showed me how much fun they can be.
(As if I didn’t know.)
It was one heck of a party.
But no one could have prepared me for what happened toward the end of the night.
Mr. Quirky’s siblings and cousins were up to something.
Something about revenge on their parents for a Christmas card a few years back.
They marched up to the DJ booth with a plan.
Suddenly, they were dancing their way on stage.
Something very big was about to happen.
In the most choreographed and to-the-beat motion, the 10 plus family members showed us the moon.
And that folks is how Queen of Quirky was welcomed into the family….
I told them that if I was going to be participating in massive family moonings, I would need a little more warning, a lot less dress and some major time on the eliptical machine at the gym.
They forgave me for not participating. (This time.)
I’m sure I’ll be posting a link to many more pictures for those who want to see later, but here are a few of the ones that were on Facebook today.