tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78437678526837286262024-02-07T21:51:46.474-08:00Burning River BrideEmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.comBlogger190125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-60516563382241966062010-10-28T08:33:00.000-07:002010-10-28T08:33:29.626-07:00Burning River Wedding: Stressful Family FomalsFamily portraits made me really anxious. Having everyone together, posing for pictures, on time, dressed...all of it just seemed like a recipe for disaster. I timed things very specifically and gave every player instructions for when they were to arrive. The pessimist in me knew something would go awry. <br />
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We arrived at the site where we were to take family formals and immediately my MIL told me Josh's grandma would not be joining us for photos. To be honest, this didn't really surprise me, but it didn't help with my nerves. I quickly moved on and took pictures with Josh's wonderful family.<br />
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And Josh got some really cute pictures with his sister.<br />
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Next we moved on to pictures with my dad and brother/sisters. I struggled with whether to put these pictures up and ultimately decided against it. This particular part of the day was difficult. Here is one really cute picture that I <i>can</i> show.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs146.ash2/40656_842704895594_12300586_46377172_2648748_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs146.ash2/40656_842704895594_12300586_46377172_2648748_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My adorable little brother/ring bearer. He is, in a word, delightful. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Just the most pleasant little boy in the world.</i></div><br />
My dad, probably trying to be funny, made the whole thing uncomfortable for me. At one point (in the MIDDLE of taking pictures) he said in reference to the photographers, "Where is their tripod?" Trying to be as patient as possible, I calmly said, "They don't work with one, Dad. They don't need it." Could he leave it alone? No. "Wow. Well, they must have really steady hands. Hope they're good." <br />
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I'm sure you can imagine my, um, displeasure with this comment. I could go into a really long tirade, but out of respect for my family, I'll refrain. By the end of pictures with my dad, brothers, and sisters, I was SO done. But we still had to take pictures with my mom and grandma.<br />
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These are, unfortunately, my least favorite pictures of the day. I felt incredibly rushed, irritated, and generally unhappy during the 45 minutes we took these (and I know it shows on my face.) Also, I made a very specific list of photos that we needed to take and I don't feel like we followed it at all. I honestly blame myself for this. My emotions got the best of me and as soon as I felt like we needed to be done, I ended things.<br />
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Ted and Rachel asked Josh and I to post for one final picture, and I reluctantly obliged.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Burning River Bride Tip</span>: People are probably going to disappoint you on your wedding day. Handle it with as much grace as possible. No one likes a bratty bride. I tried my hardest to put on a damn happy face and soldier through everything that was happening. Although my discomfort was probably sensed by some people, I hope I succeeded in handling it to the best of my ability. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">How did your family formals go? If you're still planning, what is your strategy for making them go as smooth as possible?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">As always, all photos by the saints of <a href="http://linczakphoto.com/">Linczak Photography</a>.</div>EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-86367773333538041132010-10-20T05:08:00.000-07:002010-10-20T05:08:00.983-07:00Burning River Wedding: Sunshine and SurprisesWe arrived at Windows on the River a little before 3pm, our scheduled time for family pictures. Our fabulous DOC, Brenda, greeted us with a huge smile. I immediately knew she had something exciting to tell us. The conversation went a bit like this:<br />
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Me: HIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!! I'm so happy to SEEEE YOUUUUU!!!<br />
Brenda: Hey! Good news! Since it's no longer raining we can do cocktail hour outside!<br />
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I was really confused because I knew the schedule of events and I knew the DJ would have already set up his equipment inside due to the rain earlier and the florist probably had the cocktail tables set up inside, too.<br />
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Me: Wait...isn't everything already all set up inside?<br />
Brenda: Yep! But I'm making them take it down and bring everything outside. It's not a problem. They're doing it because I told them that's what we're doing.<br />
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LOVE. HER. To me, she has the most important quality a wedding coordinator can possess: think on your feet and make decisions in the best interest of the bride without having to ask.<br />
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Because I told myself repeatedly that it was going to rain on our wedding day (which it did) I also told myself that cocktail hour would be inside (which would have been FINE) so I wouldn't get disappointed. Well wouldn't ya know, I got to have a beautiful outdoor cocktail hour due to a change in weather and a fast-thinking DOC. Needless to say, I was a happy bride.<br />
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We had a bit of time to kill, so while the wedding party took a much needed (and well deserved) break, Josh and I headed to the waterfront for a few pictures. I really wanted some pictures with my fabulous green clutch.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The water behind me is the inspiration for the name of this here blog! It's the Cuyahoga River (I'd love to hear some of you non-Ohio folk pronounce Cuyahoga) and has caught on fire twice, hence burning river. It's a bit more clean these days.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Josh and I used the boardwalk thing as our own personal catwalk. Work it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sigh...I want to be America's next top model. I really love to pretend I'm working the runway. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Burning River Bride Tip:</span> Today's is simple: hire a day-of coordinator. Find room in your budget. Look online for some one just starting out. As Tim Gunn would say, make it work! It was so nice to have Brenda there for those important game-time decisions. Had she not been there things would have been "okay" but "okay" is not really what I wanted for my wedding day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In my last post I said family formals and stress were up next, but this was a bit longer than I thought it would be. NEXT up (for real this time) will be the stress of family pics.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As always, pics are by <a href="http://linczakphoto.com/">Linczak Photography</a>!</div>EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-5859960566171009572010-10-19T11:11:00.000-07:002010-10-19T11:11:31.876-07:00Burning River Wedding: Big Balls and East 4thHope you guys are ready for a few more bridal party pics. I swear these are the final ones!<br />
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After the theater district, we headed to Quicken Loans Arena, or The Q as the cool kids call it. Actually, I'd like to go old school and call it The Gund, (it was Gund Arena before they SOLD OUT to a corporation). There are these big ball things surrounding the perimeter, and apparently Ted and Rachel thought they'd make for some cool pictures. Seriously, how they see these things is beyond me. That's why they're the pros, I guess :)<br />
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Oh and check out a fabulous pic of my hair:<br />
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We rallied the troops for a few more group shots...<br />
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and then took off for our final location!<br />
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Ps, we were still on time. I was elated and silently patting myself on the back. Go me! <br />
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The one place I *really* wanted to visit for pictures was the <a href="http://www.east4thstreet.com/home.php">East 4th St.</a> neighborhood. It's probably the cutest area of downtown Cleveland. In fact, we ate dinner there for my <a href="http://burningriverbride.blogspot.com/2010/03/bachelorette-birthday-blowout-hotel.html">bachelorette party</a>! In a really fun coincidence, Josh and I took a few pictures at that same restaurant.<br />
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So cute, right? Ted and Rachel wanted us to pose with champagne, but the restaurant only had wine and this was the closest thing they had to champagne flutes. But really, if I hadn't told you would you have known the difference? <br />
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I tried to down that glass of wine, but ended up leaving most of it. Very uncharacteristic of me, but we had a timeline to stick to! And of course, more pictures to take. Josh and his boys were up first.<br />
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So handsome :) Now the girls and me.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs204.snc4/38555_842690234974_12300586_46376326_2470820_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs204.snc4/38555_842690234974_12300586_46376326_2470820_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My friends are SO PRETTY!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs303.snc4/40480_842690524394_12300586_46376344_4749468_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs303.snc4/40480_842690524394_12300586_46376344_4749468_n.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> See that "Lola" sign above us? Ever heard of <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/michael-symon/index.html">Iron Chef Michael Symon</a>? </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Yeah, that's <a href="http://www.lolabistro.com/">his restaurant</a>. One of the few awesome things to come out of Cleveland.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">And of course, we had to get a shoe shot. </div><br />
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Those Green Devils may look fab, but just wait til you see what they did to my feet. You'll have to wait a few more posts for that story. <br />
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As we finished up at East 4th St., it began to hit me that we were under 2 hours from our ceremony start time and, you know, the whole getting married part of this thing. With amped up nerves and aching feet (on both my part and some of the girls', as well), we loaded into the limo and made the short drive to Windows on the River. <br />
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Next Up: Stress during family formals.<br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Burning River Bride Tip:</span> What I really loved about our photographers is that they were never intrusive. Even though they were with us all day, I never felt like I had a camera shoved in my face. When choosing a photographer, be sure to discuss their approach to photography. Will they be all up in your grill or will they shoot from a distance? I really appreciated the breathing room Ted and Rachel gave us.<br />
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All photos by <a href="http://linczakphoto.com/">Linczak Photography</a>EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-20726591021858795222010-10-14T07:57:00.000-07:002010-10-14T07:59:00.474-07:00Burning River Wedding: More Bridal Party HottnessWhen we left off it was raining so we sought refuge in the limo. I was determined to do the rest of our bridal party pictures outside, though, and a little rain was NOT about to ruin my parade.<br />
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Ted instructed the driver to take us to Playhouse Square, Cleveland's theater district. I used to intern right down the street from where we took the pictures, which was kind of cute and nostalgic....or something.<br />
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All fourteen of us managed to squeeze under this doorway/overhang thing at the B.F. Keith building. It was cozy.<br />
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Come to think of it, I think those are the doors I walked through every day to get to my job from the parking garage. Ah, memories. Anyway.<br />
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The marquee at Playhouse Square is somewhat iconic so I was excited to take a few pictures under it.<br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">After these shots, I took individual pictures with every BM and Josh took individual pictures with every GM. Those are boring so I won't show them. But then the boys took some suave looking group shots that I just love.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Our friends were getting a bit...antsy at this point. I'm not sure they were aware of how many pictures we would be taking and the amount of locations. While Ted and Rachel did a FABULOUS job of giving everyone direction, some of them were confused by the whole "act natural" aspect of everything. Well, these are not your mama's wedding photos, kids! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">To give everyone a bit of a break, we decided to take a few more bride and groom shots. Again, it was raining so I grabbed Linczak's reflector cover, hiked up my dress, and walked to our next location.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Because doorways are apparently *the* place to take pictures in the rain, we found another and started posing!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Next up, we head to our final 2 picture spots! (Yes, we went to 4 locations for our bridal party pictures.) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Burning River Bride Tip</span>: Communicate to your bridal party how the day will go down. Handing them a timeline isn't enough. Get your groom to explain to the boys they might have to suck it up for a few hours and pose for more pictures than they may be used to. The girls will appreciate knowing how much standing is involved when they pick out their footwear. Most importantly, keep and upbeat attitude. If the bride and groom are having fun, everyone else will (hopefully) follow suit, if for nothing else than to keep the bride from having a b-zilla moment. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">How did your bridal party handle formal pictures? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">All photos courtesy of <a href="http://linczakphoto.com/">Linczak Photography</a>.</div>EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-25383550623148697592010-10-13T12:22:00.000-07:002010-10-14T08:01:28.575-07:00GrrrYes, that's me growling. Why, you ask? (At least I assume you're asking. I would.) Well, Blogger and I are in a bit of a tiff.<br />
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I'm trying to finish these gosh darn recaps, but apparently I've run out of space for photos. The problem is the size of my pro-pics are HUGE. Like, really REALLY huge. Even scaling them down doesn't work (I've tried.) I can upload pictures that I took from my rinky-dink point-and-shoot, but nothing from Linczak. Google told me I could buy more space, but that hasn't seemed to work either (I bought the extra space for $5 but it's still not enough apparently.) A friend of mine suggested hosting them on Flickr, but that just seems like way to much work and I don't really want to do it that way.<br />
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So. Where does that leave me? I have a few options:<br />
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1. You lovely people give me ideas on how to solve this issue.<br />
2. I pick up recaps over on my new newlywed/lifestyle blog, <a href="http://aleapbegins.wordpress.com/">A Leap Begins</a>. You didn't know I had a new blog? Well <a href="http://aleapbegins.wordpress.com/">get on over there</a> and catch up!<br />
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What do you think? Have any of you Blogger users encountered this problem? Do you think recapping over there would muddle things too much? Uuuggghhh HALP MEEE! This is frustrating :(<br />
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<b>UPDATE: </b> Thanks to everyone who offered advice! <a href="http://www.happyhourwithahousewife.com/">Laura</a> helped me figure out how to use the pictures I uploaded to Facebook on here, so recaps will remain on Burning River Bride :)EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-74287260428434430572010-10-13T10:41:00.001-07:002010-10-13T10:41:30.342-07:00Guest Post!My dear friend <a href="http://littlewedplanblog.wordpress.com/">Amy</a> got married over the weekend and now she's on her honeymoon. Guess what that means...<a href="http://littlewedplanblog.wordpress.com/2010/10/13/what-a-bride-wants-to-hear/">I'm guest-posting for her</a>! So please head on over to her blog and read about what I think brides *really* want to hear on their wedding day. Oh, and wish her a big congratulations, too :)EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-68711278282275546912010-10-13T05:09:00.000-07:002010-10-13T14:29:55.678-07:00Burning River Wedding: Pics at the Big Red ThingAs I said in the last post, the bridal party was all set to go in the limo, awaiting our arrival.<br />
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My dress was extremely tight, so getting into the limo was definitely a challenge. I basically had to hike up my dress above my hips and sort of dive headfirst through the door. Graceful, I am not.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Truthfully, I'm just thankful I didn't have a bigger dress. How to brides with big ass dresses fit in their limo?? Don't get me wrong, I love me a big ass dress just as much as the next gal, but man, that's gotta be a rough wedding day. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The only instructions I gave Ted and Rachel as to where I wanted to take formal pictures was "downtown Cleveland, city, urban." I knew they would pick fantastic locations and they certainly did not disappoint. Our first stop was this big, red sculpture thing somewhere downtown. I'm only going to show the best of each set because there are SO many and let's face it, that's kinda boring.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then FINALLY our awesome bridal party got in on the action.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">See the sky in the background of those photos. Those, my friends, are rainclouds. And they were beginning to open. So back to the limo we went, hoping the rain would end by the time we arrived at our next location.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Burning River Bride Tip</span>: Rain will not ruin your wedding day. It rained on and off until about 3pm on our wedding day. From the day I got engaged I said to people "I know it will rain on my wedding day and I'm ok with that. If I prepare myself for it now, I won't be upset when it happens. And if it doesn't rain, well that will just be a happy surprise." Everyone said "Oh Emily, stop that. The weather will be beautiful on your wedding day." WHO WAS RIGHT?! Me. And yes, I was totally fine all day. I was just happy to be marrying my man.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Unless otherwise noted, all pictures by <a href="http://linczakphoto.com/">Linczak Photography</a>.</div>EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-8851810227878098782010-09-27T18:43:00.000-07:002010-09-27T18:45:42.119-07:00Burning River Wedding: First LookHi. If you look out your window I do believe you will see pigs flying. Also, I'm hearing Hell is in the middle of a serious ice storm.<br />
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Yes friends, I'm writing a wedding recap. I have no excuse for my unplanned hiatus, only that my last recap bored me to tears and I think I needed a break from my wedding. BUT! I'm back. And I promise not to leave again. So...onward with the Burning River Recaps!<br />
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The emotions I felt in the minutes leading up to our first look were...intense. Rachel and I left the hotel room a few minutes before noon (again, totally on schedule. You have no idea how happy I am to gloat about that.) She gave me a quick overview of how the first look would go down, and of course, all I heard was "laksjdfiaw ejriwjfasjdflks jdfsj dfm." I was SO nervous that she had to explain it to me about 3 times. <br />
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Ted was already in place with Josh (benefit of 2 shooters) outside of the hotel. Luckily the rain had ended (for NOW) so we were set for some beautiful natural light pictures. Rachel and I walked outside and there he stood, about 50 yards away.<br />
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Cue ridiculous nerves. I kept asking Rachel, "So I just...start walking? Like, without you? But, where are you going to be? You mean I have to go alone?" I may have thrown up. I can't really remember. But off I went!<br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At this point I had a brilliant idea. First, play to the camera. I'm a ham in every sense of the word so I figured might as well play this one up. Next, GRAB HIS BUTT! I am *always* grabbing Josh's ass. I figured this would be a really cute and very "me" way of doing things.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I can't remember what was said, but I'm pretty sure I asked him if he liked my dress about 50 times. It KILLED me not to show it to him for 15 damn months, so I really hoped he would like it. I think he approved.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Surprisingly, there weren't many tears during the first look. I think I teared up a bit, but for me, the ceremony was 1000% more emotional. Mostly I just wanted to tell Josh about my hellacious night/morning and catch up with what he'd been doing since I left him at Howl at the Moon. It was nice to chat just the two of us before the insanity continued.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We met back up with Ted and Rachel to take a few bride and groom portraits outside. I could probably show you about 15 photos, but I'll refrain and only show you the best of the best.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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And my literal absolute fave (probably top 10 of the day): <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thank you, Ted and Rachel, for making me so hot. We then headed inside for a few more quick shots. I'll try to limit these, too. Sorry it's just so hard!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What I love so much about Ted and Rachel is that they really know how to pose couples (and bridal parties, which you'll see in a bit.) I don't feel like any of our pictures are cheesy or forced (except some of the family formals which I'll explain when the time comes.) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">With the bridal party already in the limo and these photos out of the way, we were off to our first location with everyone in tow!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Burning River Bride Tip</span>: Do a damn first look. Trust me, just do it. We mostly did it for logistical reasons, but I swear to you it did not take away one BIT of emotion from the ceremony. If anything, it added emotion. I can't explain it, but I think others who've done a first look probably understand what I'm trying to convey.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Are you doing a first look? If you're already married, did you do one? Why/why not?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-49501134926948810832010-09-07T12:13:00.000-07:002010-09-07T12:13:00.484-07:00Burning River Wedding: Manly ThingsWord on the street was Josh had a long night and a bit of a rough morning. <a href="http://burningriverbride.blogspot.com/2010/08/burning-river-wedding-ugly.html">We're so compatible</a>. Luckily it wasn't anything a good breakfast couldn't fix.<br />
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I have no idea what shenanigans the boys got themselves into that morning, if any, but I guess I don't really want to know. Unfortunately, we have zero photos of all the boys getting ready or hanging out in the room. This makes Josh and I a bit sad as that is part of the reason we loved the idea of a husband and wife photography team. Oh well, they can't capture everything I guess. Ted did get some artsy shots of Josh getting ready, though!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Apparently he also took some shots of Josh in a closet? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the card I wrote him to go along with his wedding present I specifically asked him to open the gift in private with Ted. I really didn't want the rest of the boys knowing what I did for him. What did I get him? Well, I never talked about it on here, but it rhymes with shmudoir shmotos. Sorry folks, but you don't get to see them. If you're really interested give me your email and I'll send you a link to the blog post ;)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyway, it was great to see how he reacted upon seeing the album of risque photos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One more artsy pic. This one goes out to my friend, <a href="http://www.happyhourwithahousewife.com/">Laura</a>. She has an obsession.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This was the most boring post of my recaps...I promise to be back next time with something MUCH more exciting...our First Look!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All photos courtesy of <a href="http://linczakphoto.com/">Linczak Photography</a></div>EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-56336799982233036522010-09-01T08:48:00.000-07:002010-09-01T08:48:33.679-07:00An AnnouncementI'm NOT pregnant, so just get that thought out of your silly little heads. <br />
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A few of you know this already, but I think it's time to finally spill the beans on here.<br />
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I started a new blog! It's called <a href="http://sheleaps.blogspot.com/">A Leap Begins </a>and while still in infancy, but I'm very excited about what's to come. <br />
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But fear not, loyal Burning River Bride readers! I'm still doing recaps on here and promise not to neglect this blog. However, once I finish recaps here I'll begin posting exclusively on the new blog. <br />
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I hope you'll join me over at <a href="http://sheleaps.blogspot.com/">A Leap Begins</a> (be sure become a follower and add me to your reader!) and follow along with my post-wedding life. And to all my still-engaged girls, yes, there IS life after the wedding! It's actually pretty great :)EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-22934242221057723962010-09-01T04:22:00.000-07:002010-09-01T04:22:00.710-07:00Burning River Wedding: Hodge-Podge of EventsI could tell Rachel was chomping at the bit to take pictures of me all dressed up. Right after I had everything on we got to work. Since you guys are going to get REAL sick of seeing my silly mug, I'll try to limit these to my absolute faves.<br />
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We started out against the wall,<br />
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then moved our way to the couch,<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">and finally to the window where we took some of my favorite shots of the day.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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At some point one of the groomsmen (Tyrone, maybe?) brought me a gift from Josh. All together now: aaawwww :)<br />
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So of course I got all weepy reading his card (in which he finally revealed our honeymoon destination!)<br />
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but then got all giddy when I saw a little blue box!<br />
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Ok now, full disclosure, I basically picked out this gift. I told him I'd *really* like a gold necklace from Tiffany's and gave him about 5 to choose from (making a note next to my favorite.) This may not be the most conventional way of doing things, but I know Josh wanted to get me something I really loved and well, he can sometimes be a bit clueless when it comes to things like that. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sometime while we were getting ready our flowers came. Let's just say I was less than enthused with how our bouquets turned out. They're pretty, don't get me wrong. But not quite what I pictured in my mind. Here are a few non-pro pics that capture them nicely.<br />
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</div>Perfectly nice (and damn expensive) bouquet, I guess. What threw me off were the size of the hosta leaves. I knew they would be there, I guess I just had no idea how overwhelming they would look (to me, at least.)<br />
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Ok, these? Were not at ALL what I expected them to be. Again, they're perfectly fine, but not what was described to me and not what I envisioned. I thought I was getting a big mound of green hydrangea with a few small orchids thrown in. What I received were a bouquet of orchids with a few stalks of hydrangea. I also didn't really like those leaves, but whatever.<br />
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Basically the bouquets were fine, beautiful even, just were not what I expected. Maybe there was a miscommunication along the way or I misunderstood our florists vision. I should have asked for a bouquet mock-up or a more thorough description. Shoulda, woulda, coulda, right? Luckily, the rest of our flowers were RIDICULOUS in the best way possible.<br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Burning River Bride Tip</span>: Even if you don't think you care about certain things, make sure you at least double check to make sure you know what you're getting. I was perfectly happy to give creative license to our florist, but I did give him ideas of what I wanted. It was my fault that I didn't ask him more specific questions relating to the design of our bouquets. <br />
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Next Up: What have those boys been up to?<br />
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All photos, unless otherwise noted, are courtesy of <a href="http://linczakphoto.com/">Linczak Photography</a>. </div>EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-60099405960003696082010-08-31T12:22:00.000-07:002010-08-31T12:22:38.326-07:00Help Me Choose!I'm interrupting the recaps for a sec so you lovely readers can do something I know all blog readers LOVE to do: give an opinion!<br />
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A family friend wants to buy us a large print of one of our wedding photos and I'm having a hard time choosing which one to get. I'm not sure where we'll put it...I guess it depends on the one we chose. What I'm saying is we don't have a specific spot on our wall set aside for this photo, so don't factor that into your decision.<br />
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Oh, and consider this a sneak peek of things to come, too :)<br />
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Or maybe you hate all of them and think I should go back to the drawing board. That's ok, too :) Also, I really don't have a favorite, so you'll really be helping me out. Thanks!EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-59950184820093707212010-08-31T04:31:00.000-07:002010-08-31T04:31:00.427-07:00Burning River Wedding: All Dressed Up In LoveOne of my wedding day requests was to have all of my bridesmaids dressed before me. I really don't like seeing getting ready shots where the BMs are in their "street clothes" or pajamas helping the bride get ready. Personal preference, I guess.<br />
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Once my girls were dressed it was time for me to get in my gown! Eeeeeeee!!!!!<br />
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There was a bit of a...problem, though. I'd forgotten my Spanx at home. While I didn't need them to smooth out anything under my dress (my dress was very structured and could practically stand up on it's own), I knew I needed something to prevent friction on my inner thighs because my dress was so tight. I should have (and could have) asked some one to drive back to my house to get them, but I didn't want to mess up the schedule so I figured I would be fine. HA. Ha ha ha ha. Again, I'm an idiot. I'll talk about that in a future post.<br />
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Anyway, I ended up wearing a black thong under my dress. It really was all I had but it honestly worked out fine. I guess. <br />
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No one was really offering to help me in my dress, just standing around awkwardly, so I asked my mom to help. I knew she wouldn't speak up on her own, but I knew it was something she really wanted to do.<br />
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Since I know not everyone wanted to see my goodies, I manged to stay fairly covered up while putting on my dress. Here was my approach:<br />
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-Wear undies, tank top, no bra, and robe.<br />
-Step into dress.<br />
-Remove robe.<br />
-Hold up dress to chest and carefully remove tank top while trying not to eff up hair and/or make up. <br />
-Zip that baby up!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">As my beautiful friends looked on adoringly,</div><br />
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I put the finishing touches on my look<br />
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and became a bride.<br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Burning River Bride Tip</span>: have a game plan for getting dressed. Ask yourself some questions: who do you want present? Are you OK undressing in front of a ton of people or would you rather do it more privately? Is your getting ready outfit easy to get out of? These are things you may not consider until you're faced with them, so if you're still engaged definitely take a few minutes to develop your game plan.<br />
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Next up: We take a few in-room portraits and a little blue box arrives!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-44689601924138730162010-08-25T04:55:00.000-07:002010-08-25T04:55:00.358-07:00Burning River Wedding: Gettin' PrettifiedDespite only a few hours of sleep and feeling like complete crap, I pulled myself together and started getting ready. I inhaled the granola bar and the ginger ale was really helping my stomach. Once all of the girls arrived I ordered breakfast for everyone...you have no idea how much I was looking forward to eggs and ham.<br />
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While we waited, the stylists got started on the girls. I also pretended the outside world didn't exist so I didn't have to witness rain on my wedding day, hence the closed curtains. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I got a head start on my make up before BM Bree tackled my hair. I'm glad I left plenty of buffer time in the schedule because doing my own make up definitely took longer than normal. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Right before we started my hair, <a href="http://linczakphoto.com/">our photographers</a> arrived! I was SO happy to see them. I hired them over a year before the wedding and stalked them for nearly a year before I booked, so this was a long time in the making. Rachel is a beautiful person with amazing talent and I was so thankful to have her with me the morning of my wedding. I really should have insisted we take a picture with our photographers. They truly are special people.<br />
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Bree requested we start with freshly washed hair because her philosophy is you can always make it "dirtier" but you can't ever make it "cleaner." Makes sense to me! She started by blowing out my hair the way only she knows how. Sigh...I'm a lucky girl. Then she curled it and began pinning.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I also worked on my face a bit while Bree pinned. This was harder than it looks.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Some of my favorite pictures of the day are the ones Rachel captured of everyone laughing and having a good time. My goal was to create a relaxed and happy environment, free from stress and drama. I think the pictures showcase this. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">The suite was definitely buzzing with activity. We put the finishing touches on my hair and make up:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The moms got their hairs did:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">And the ladies prettied themselves up:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Next thing I knew...it was time to put on The Dress! And guess what: we were totally on schedule!! I couldn't believe it. We actually had time to spare.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Burning River Bride Tip</span> (I've lost track of the numbers...whoops): Create a TON of buffer time in your wedding morning schedule. If you think something is going to take 30 minutes, give yourself 45. We managed to stay on time all day which I hear never happens. We started really early (8am), but we were relaxed and not rushed.<br />
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Next Up: I become a Bride<br />
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Was your wedding morning crazy and rushed or pure serenity?<br />
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**All photos by <a href="http://linczakphoto.com/">Linczak Photography</a> unless otherwise noted. Do not take without permission. </div></div></div>EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-81969367059420577592010-08-24T02:58:00.000-07:002010-08-24T02:58:00.262-07:00Burning River Wedding: The UglyWhen I returned to my room at the Marriott I was starving and exhausted. I scarfed down some mixed nuts provided by the hotel and kicked myself for not giving myself an OOT bag. I probably could have hunted down some food, but I was drunk and knew I had to get some sleep. Also, my cable wasn't working so I drunkenly called the front desk (trying to sound as sober as possible) to find out the problem. Apparently all of Northeast Ohio was experiencing a cable outage. Fantastic. Luckily it started working soon after that phone call.<br />
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Because of said drunkenness, I knew falling asleep wouldn't be a problem at all. "Man, I'm gonna sleep goooood toNIGHT," I thought to myself. HA! Ha ha ha ha ha WRONG. SO WRONG. Sure I FELL asleep with no problem, but staying asleep? Yeah, that was a different story.<br />
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How about I just let my tweets tell the tale (with a bit of commentary from me thrown in). Please take note of the timestamps:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Again...HA. Ha ha ha ha ha Emily you are so STUPID.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I ended up falling asleep right around midnight. I was so excited at the prospect of getting over 6 hours of sleep the night before my wedding!<i> </i>But then...<i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I tried EVERYTHING I could to fall asleep. I turned on the TV. I read from a book (<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fair-Lazy-Television-Culture-Up-Manifesto/dp/045122986X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1269874887&sr=8-1">My Fair Lazy, Jen Lancaster. Buy it!</a>) I played Bejewled on my phone. I went pee (sorry, TMI). Nothing worked and as the hours passed, I knew this was bad. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sometime around 5:30-6:00 I fell asleep. My alarm was set for 6:45. When it went off I hit snooze a few times and ultimately woke up around 7. I got up, showered and nearly passed out/threw up while doing so. I was shaking and I was a mess. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">After I got out of the shower I called BM Bree to see if she had any food left over from her OOT bag and if she would bring that and a pop to me when she got to my room. I'm sure I sounded pathetic as I was on the verge of tears. Not long after, I tweeted this:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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Bree arrived with a granola bar and a pop a little before 8am. As the girls filtered into my room one by one, I sat in bed crying, thinking this is NOT how my wedding day was supposed to start. Oh, and it was raining.<br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Burning River Bride Tip #5:</span> Wherever you stay the night before your wedding (hotel, parent's house, etc), make sure you have some food for a midnight snack. I know if I'd had a bit more food at my disposal (even a damn candy bar) I would have fared a bit better in the sleep department. <br />
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Brides: how much sleep did you get the night before your wedding? Brides-to-be: promise me you'll learn from my mistakes!!<br />
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Next Up: I suck it up and get ready.EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-16024235146011070022010-08-23T05:17:00.000-07:002010-08-23T05:17:00.143-07:00Burning River Wedding: We Eat (Well, Some of Us)...and Drink...In my "<a href="http://burningriverbride.blogspot.com/2010/08/burning-river-wedding-not-all-rainbows.html">stuff that went wrong</a>" post, I alluded to the fact that I had a wee bit too much to drink and not enough to eat at my rehearsal dinner. I can laugh at it now, but seriously gals (and guys) don't let this happen to you. Today's tip is going to come at the beginning of this post (and in bold) because it's just that important:<br />
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<b><span style="color: #38761d;">Burning River Bride Tip #4:</span> EAT at your rehearsal dinner!!!</b><br />
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I got so caught up in talking and entertaining (I kind of love being the center of attention) that I kept refilling my wine glass and hardly sat down to eat a damn thing. I insisted that I wasn't hungry (probably nerves) but luckily my MIL forced a few bites of chicken parmesan, potatoes and green beans on me. <br />
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Due to my drunkenness, I decided to grab Tyrone for one of our typical bathroom photoshoots. On a similar note, we use the same bathroom...got a problem with that?<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">While we were busy vamping it up in the bathroom, the rest of our group was busy mingling and getting to know one another:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I told all of our rehearsal dinner guests that we would leave some time for anyone interested to take the floor and give a speech/toast. I limited the wedding day toasts to Josh's Best Man, and 2 of my BMs (Claire and my SIL Bree), but I wanted to give anyone else an opportunity to talk as well. This worked out so well!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Josh's parents kicked things off with an incredibly emotional and heartfelt (with a few good-natured jabs thrown in) toast. I don't remember what was said probably because I was crying pretty hard. This is a great picture of the toast:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">BM Nikki and GM Mike also said a few words that made all of us laugh and of course, cry. I was so happy that our family and friends spoke. It was probably the highlight of our rehearsal for me. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Since my the tip at the beginning of this post was fairly doom and gloom, here is another one: Try to carve out some time during your rehearsal for speeches/toasts. People might feel more comfortable speaking in front of a smaller, more intimate crowd. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Not only are our ceremony space and rehearsal dinner restaurant housed in the same building, but there is also super-fun piano bar in it! Have you ever heard of <a href="http://www.howlatthemoon.com/">Howl at the Moon</a>? It's a dueling piano/sing-a-long bar with locations throughout the country. After dinner, we headed here for some more drinks and a bunch of singing. Some family that didn't attend the RD came and it was a blast! I'll let the photos do the talking:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">By 11ish it was time to go...for me and my mom, at least. The rest of the party stayed out til lord only knows when. Josh met some famous baseball team manager (Dusty Baker of the Cincinnati Reds...anyone know who that is?) I heard that SIL Bree gave her brother a stern talking to around 1am. Thanks for having my back, gal!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So clearly our rehearsal dinner wasn't a low-key affair. That's just not how we roll. Tell me about yours or your plans for it!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Next up: wake up in the mornin' feelin' like...Ke$ha. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-34791052682838497772010-08-20T05:21:00.000-07:002010-08-20T05:21:50.945-07:00Burning River Wedding: Let's Rehearse!We were miraculously still on time after our <a href="http://burningriverbride.blogspot.com/2010/08/burning-river-wedding-gals-and-guy-get.html">nail appointment</a>. My mom and I arrived at the <a href="http://www.marriott.com/hotels/travel/clesc-cleveland-marriott-downtown-at-key-center/">Marriott </a>a bit after 3pm, checked in, and got ready for the rehearsal. My bridal suite (which I took zero pictures of) was awesome and huge and totally perfect...but of course I didn't have time to enjoy it because we had a rehearsal to get to!<br />
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A couple weeks before the wedding I called Windows to see if it might be possible to have the chairs and stage set up for the rehearsal. Because our ceremony space was a bit nontraditional I felt it was really important for it to be set up for the rehearsal. Well, the venue coordinator told me that unfortunately the space couldn't be set up because a prom was being held in our room that night.<br />
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SCREEEEEEEEECH.<br />
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Say what? A prom? Well that's just fantastic. That meant there would be a bunch of tables and chairs set up where my ceremony (and subsequent rehearsal) was to take place. The venue coordinator was less than accommodating in helping me find a solution for this little conundrum but luckily I had Brenda, my amazing DOC, to save the day.<br />
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When we arrived at Windows the tables were moved out of the way and Brenda had taped off where the aisle and stage would be. It wasn't perfect, but it would do.<br />
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Once everyone arrived it was time to get started. I told myself that I had to give up control of the rehearsal to Brenda and our officiant Peter or else it wouldn't be pretty. I'm so proud of myself that I was able to stick to this! I let Brenda and Peter run the show and it went *so* well.<br />
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Ok I know all anyone really cares about are pictures so here are a few from the rehearsal. I'm better at writing captions, anyway.<br />
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<i>Also, I apparently don't know how to link arms correctly. </i><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">All in all we had a super-smooth rehearsal with zero tears, stress, or yelling! Ok, maybe a few tears of "Omg this is it!!" but no drama :)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Burning River Bride Tip #3:</span> If you can, give up control at your rehearsal. Hand over those reins and sit back. I'm a total control freak in most instances, but this time I knew I had to let it go so I didn't have a bunch of people hating me. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">**My fabulous mother-in-law took all of these photos and I'm so incredibly thankful to her for doing that. I basically handed my camera over to her and told her to take pictures of everything. That's <span style="color: #38761d;">Tip #3.5<span style="color: black;">,</span></span> I guess: Give some one a camera and tell them to shoot!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">How was your rehearsal? If you have a doozey of a tale to share, please do!<br />
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Next up: We eat! And drink...</div><br />
</div>EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-2791109876743101402010-08-19T09:31:00.000-07:002010-08-19T09:31:17.509-07:00Burning River Wedding: Not All Rainbows and ButterfliesWe've been married for almost 3 months and I'm desperately trying to hold on to every memory of our wedding weekend. But as each day passes, little details escape me. I almost wish I had "taken notes" during our honeymoon whenever we talked about the day. Yes, we have the photographs to tell a story, but our photographers are human and couldn't capture every little thing. <br />
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Was the day "perfect"? On the surface, yes, it actually was. I know how incredibly lucky I am to be able to say that. However, looking back there are definitely disappointments, some bigger than others, that are not necessarily surface-level.<br />
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Don't get me wrong, I *loved* our wedding. I'm incredibly grateful for everyone who made the day possible. We were surrounded by love, happiness, laughter, family, friends, music, booze and food and at the end of the day I married the love of my life. Really, that's what matters most. If you told me I could go back and relive my wedding day all over again but couldn't change anything, I still absolutely would. <br />
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But...there's always a but. <br />
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I know I usually keep things fairly "light" around here, however in the interest of full-disclosure I feel that honesty and openness are important in this circumstance. <br />
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Because I don't want this to turn into a novel, I'm going to list the "disappointments" but save the full stories for the recaps. Gotta keep a bit of suspense, right? So here we go:<br />
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1. I drank way too much and ate way too little at the rehearsal dinner, resulting in zero sleep and feeling like shit the morning of my wedding.<br />
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2. I think some of my BMs were unhappy w/ their hair :(<br />
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3. My flowers (my bouquet and BM bouquets) were...not exactly what I expected.<br />
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4. Some members of the wedding party (read: the boys) didn't really "get it" when it came to taking pictures.<br />
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5. We didn't follow the list I put together for family formals. Please note: I do not blame our photographers for this, I blame myself.<br />
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6. My dad...for so many reasons.<br />
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7. Most of the wedding party didn't smile while walking down the aisle and this is reflected in the pictures.<br />
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8. My mom also did not smile while walking down the aisle and again, you see this in pictures. (Was no one happy?)<br />
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9. Guests weren't asked to rise before I walked down the aisle. I know that sounds so ridiculous, but it's something you always see and I was just confused as to why it didn't happen.<br />
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10. I forgot my Spanx. Worst. Mistake. Ever.<br />
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11. Our cake was wrong.<br />
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12. Our shuttle majorly effed up at the end of the night.<br />
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13. A very important family member left in the middle of dinner because his significant other (note: not wife or fiance...not even sure if girlfriend is the correct term) felt uncomfortable due to her religious beliefs.<br />
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14. I wish there were a bit more "behind the scenes" pictures from throughout the day. Pictures of us in the limo or our interactions between "posed" shots. A few more photojournalistic pictures would have been nice (please note: I LOVE our photographers and this is not a strike against them at all.) <br />
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I write this post not to be a Debbie Downer about my wedding, but to be completely honest with my readers, brides who are planning their wedding, and brides who may have the same feelings and want to know they're not alone. Things happen, people disappoint...that's life, welcome. And it's OK to be disappointed, it means you're human and imperfect, just like the rest of us. <br />
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Next up: I get back on the recap train and we rehearse!EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-33295347307931876752010-08-04T08:08:00.000-07:002010-08-04T08:08:50.751-07:00Burning River Wedding: The Gals (and A Guy) Get PamperedA few weeks before the wedding BM Nikki and I decided to plan a Rehearsal Day papering session for the bridesmaids, moms and Tyrone. I knew I would have all wedding tasks/errands done by then and I really wanted to spend some time with my girls before things got nuts.<br />
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The morning of the rehearsal I was a *bit* sluggish because of <a href="http://burningriverbride.blogspot.com/2010/08/burning-river-wedding-pre-wedding-fun.html">the night before</a>, but nothing a nice cup of coffee couldn't cure. Earlier in the week I tried to pack as much as possible (for the honeymoon, wedding, wedding night, etc), but of course there were some things that had to be left out until that day. I ran around like a mad-woman stuffing things in random bags and boxes. I think I kept my cool for the most part, but I can't promise I didn't snap at Josh and/or my mom. Sorry, guys!<br />
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Once everything was packed and ready to go, we set out for lunch at <a href="http://www.firstwatch.com/">First Watch</a> (ugh the site has auto-play music. Click with sound off.) All of the girls except BM Helen were able to attend and we had a LARGE party.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I gave the girls their gifts, which I never actually talked about on here. I gave them silver frames with an IOU for a wedding picture, a pretty hanger for their dresses (which I'm not sure anyone used), an a gift card for the mani/pedi's we were about to get. I also paid for their wedding day hair, but I couldn't exactly "give" them that. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">After many laughs, hugs, tears, and kind words, we took our full bellies over to <a href="http://www.venetiansalon.com/index2.html">Venetian Nail Spa</a>. The place is huge and was able to easily accommodate all 9 of us. Believe it or not, this was my first time EVER getting a pedicure! I'm not a foot person and my feet are extremely ticklish. I was so nervous!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://realisticwedding.wordpress.com/">My bff Claire</a> sat next to me as this was her first pedi, as well! We were in this together and there was NO turning back. I think she was actually more nervous than I was! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Turns out, I love getting pedicures! I picked OPI Miami Beet for both my toes and fingers. I always knew I wouldn't wear a typical "bridal" color on my wedding day. I enjoy soft pinks and French tips, but they're just not *me* and it was so important to show off my true self on one of the biggest days of my life. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I didn't take a pic of my fingers or toes (bad blogger) but here is a close up of the color:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Yay! I love it and I've received a lot of great feedback from people who've seen pics. I also encouraged my girls to get whatever nail color they wanted. A few went with purple, some went with red, and others kept it classic in pale pink. Everyone looked gorgeous.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Unfortunately, I wasn't too impressed with the salon and the quality of the mani/pedi. It was great because they were able to accommodate many people, but I probably wouldn't go back. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Things were going well and we were on time. I couldn't believe it! My mom and I were the first to finish and we left immediately. We still had to pack up our stuff, get to the hotel, check in, change for the rehearsal, and get TO the rehearsal. I think it was at this point that I realized "oh my effing God, this is totally happening." </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-47906993240530566542010-08-03T05:10:00.000-07:002010-08-03T05:10:00.068-07:00Burning River Wedding: Pre-Wedding Fun!We have our pro pics from<a href="http://linczakphoto.com/"> Ted and Rachel</a> so I can *finally* start recaps. Actually wedding day recaps will have a wait a bit because I want to talk about the days leading up to the wedding first.<br />
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Josh and I wanted to spend as much time with our friends from out of town (and in town, of course) as possible before the wedding. We had people traveling from Ft. Lauderdale, NYC, San Antonio, Phoenix (that is nowhere near an exhaustive list) - literally all across the country.<br />
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The Thursday before the wedding I invited some friends to come over to my house for some pre-gaming and then we hit the town. And by "hit the town" I mean we went to the bar we ALWAYS go to when we're in Lakewood (my hometown.) Fun times and more than a few drinks were had by all.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">It felt a-mazing to get out with my best friends for a few hours. I was able to forget my stresses and the details and just *enjoy* myself. The beers didn't hurt, either :)</div><div style="color: #38761d; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Burning River Bride Tip #1:</span> If you're not too busy, and hell, even if you ARE too busy, take some time to spend with your friends and family before the craziness of the wedding begins. Whether at your favorite watering hole or your house, your friends will be so happy to spend time with the COH (Couple of Honor. Just made that up!) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*All photos by me. Please don't take them and pretend to be me and or my friends. </span></div>EmilyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977456818179074757noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-7967727604146452482010-07-23T08:20:00.000-07:002010-07-23T08:20:02.404-07:00Gettin' BuzzedBuzzz buzzzzz!!!!<br />
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What's that sound, you ask? It's the sound of 20+ Bees and <a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/">Weddingbee</a> readers descending upon <a href="http://www.pingpongdimsum.us/">Ping Pong Dim Sum</a> in DC's Chinatown. <br />
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Last weekend the fabulous <a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/author/mspencils/">Mrs. Pencils</a> posted about plans for a DC WB meet-up and you KNOW I was all about that. I convinced my WB-novice bff Claire (of <a href="http://realisticwedding.wordpress.com/">A Realistic Wedding</a>) to accompany me. Weddingbee is a fantastic community and I knew once she met some of the girls she'd get into it.<br />
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We had such a fun time and definitely ran the joint.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Everyone was incredibly nice and I hope we can keep in touch. Since I'm new to the DC area I need some girls to hang out with! Let's do it again soon, ladies!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-48079486398908707332010-07-22T07:59:00.000-07:002010-07-22T07:59:58.650-07:00Antiguan Antics: Our "WTF?" Massage<a href="http://kjpugs.wordpress.com/">My good friend Kelly</a> has a whole blog dedicated to the awkward situations she gets in. I only hope the story I'm about to tell meets her standards. <br />
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Josh and I knew we wanted some kind of massage or other spa treatment on our honeymoon. Our package came with a $250 credit and I'm aaallll about "free" stuff (I'm sure that $250 was hidden somewhere in the cost of our honeymoon.) Early in the week we headed to <a href="http://www.sandals.com/RedLane/?rst_code=sat">Red Lane Spa</a> to check out what it had to offer.<br />
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A lovely (and tiny!) woman told us all about their spa and recommended a few services we might enjoy. We decided on something called Champagne Romance Couple's Massage or something close to that. She even threw in a complimentary body scrub. We were given a day/time (Thursday afternoon) to come in and instructed to remember our camera. This should have been my first indication that this may be rather strange.<br />
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Thursday rolled around and after lounging on the beach for a few hours (and getting *really* red) we headed to the spa. After being welcomed by the staff we were lead to private changing rooms and given bathrobes and slippers. Josh was nervous about the "fully naked" part, but I assured him it was normal and no one would see his peeps.<br />
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Everything looked perfectly normal at first glance. There was a nice soaking tub:<br />
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And a shower:<br />
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Nice and spa-like. Our scrub was first and unfortunately for me it hurt like hell. Remember how I said I got *really* red earlier in the day? Right. Really red plus salt scrub equals ouchies. After the scrub we were told to get up and go shower. Together. Naked. <br />
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But first! We had to get off the massage table. Naked. In front of the massage ladies. We did a little turn over, wrap the towel song and dance and I'm pretty sure they didn't see anything. Not that I would have really <i>cared</i> necessarily, it was just kinda weird.<br />
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Ok, so we shower (together, naked) and the ladies return about 10 minutes later. It was weird but we got through it.<br />
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Next up, the massage! This was heavenly, no complaints.<br />
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But then...then they tell us to get in the tub. Together. Naked. Again, we did the towel song and dance to get off the table, but then we still needed to get in the tub. So the massage ladies helped us with that and it was SO WEIRD.<br />
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Josh went first. His masseuse held up a towel to shield him from her while he awkwardly stepped into the tub. Then it was my turn and I did the same with my masseuse. Like before I'm pretty sure they didn't see anything (when did I all of a sudden become so modest?). <br />
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Now we're in the tub. The ladies bring out a plate of fruit and 2 glasses of champagne. We start awkwardly sipping and eating while one of the girls gets our camera. The following pictures document our "tub time."<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then they left us alone. "We'll be back in 20 minutes!" they said. This was probably the most awkward part of the whole thing. Were we supposed to...do it? Because that was NOT going to happen. Hell no. Plus I had to pee really bad. I couldn't relax and honestly just wanted the whole thing to be over at this point. But no, we chilled there for 20 minutes and I thought to myself "When I do honeymoon recaps this is going to be the BEST story to tell." </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">After all was said and done Josh took a few pics of me being, you guessed it, awkward in my robe.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Needless to say, it was a fairly enjoyable but incredibly uncomfortable experience. I knew I should have just got a damn manicure.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Have any of you experienced anything like this? Please tell me I'm not alone. And since we're all friends here, would you have "done it" in the tub??</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-20682740114813490602010-07-16T05:50:00.000-07:002010-07-16T05:50:00.360-07:00Antiguan Antics: Hot Nights, Cool Drinks, & Sweet PeepsJosh and I are really social people. We love to go out, meet people, and generally have a good time with friends, both new and old. Frankly, we're not all that interested in hanging out with *only* each other because eventually we run out of things to say. So, we make friends! Our honeymoon was no exception. <br />
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We met some of the nicest people on the planet in Antigua. The vast majority of the couples vacationing were on their honeymoon and many shared our wedding date. It was a great ice breaker!<br />
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On our first night we met a lovely British couples, Mick and Serena. We went to a beach party and asked to sit with them since all of the tables were taken. Best decision ever! We spent the next few days hanging out with them during the day and at night. They also introduced us to a Scottish couple, Claire and Darren. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Also noteworthy: people from across the pond know how to drink. Do not think you can out-drink them because I assure you, you cannot. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We also met a really nice couple from Philly, Raye and Matt. The night we met Raye and Matt was the same night I drank about a bottle and a half of wine. Therefore, they got to experience "wine-drunk Emily." (Something everyone should experience at least once in their life.) I knew Raye and I would get along amazingly well when she suggested we go dancing at the pub with the DJ. Oh yes, this girl and I will do just fine. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Needless to say, Raye and I were the only ones dancing at the pub. And here are a few pics from that night:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The next day Raye told us that when she got back to the room that night she apparently wrote herself a message for the following morning: "Emily. Green dress. So much fun!" When she woke up the next morning she didn't even remember writing it! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Here are the four of us on Raye and Matt's last night in Antigua:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Josh even saw someone he knew from college! Very small world. We spent a good deal of time with them and a few other couples as well. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I highly recommend making friends with other couples while honeymooning. We have awesome memories of not only spending time with each other, but with our new friends as well. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Are you part of a social butterfly couple? Is one of you more outgoing than the other? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Up next, the awkward massage story. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-36318679811306552652010-07-15T18:03:00.000-07:002010-07-15T18:03:13.961-07:00Real Wedding? Us? Really?Last week I got an email from Ted Linczak, one half of our fabulous photographers, <a href="http://linczakphoto.com/">Linczak Photography</a> (ps, expect massive pimping of them on here. Sorry in advance.) telling me that wedding photography blog <a href="http://www.cakeandpictures.com/pantry/">Cake and Pictures</a> was interested in using our wedding on their blog. Um HELL YES.<br />
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Today I got word that our Cleveland wedding was featured as a <a href="http://www.cakeandpictures.com/pantry/2010/07/daily-destination-cleveland/">Daily Destination</a>! They used words like "fresh" and "modern." Oh, and they called me a "knockout." Who, me? Yes, me :)<br />
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So please head on over to <a href="http://www.cakeandpictures.com/pantry/">Cake and Pictures</a> and show them some loooove. They feature some FAB weddings from all over the country. Maybe you could rep your city!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843767852683728626.post-36230970328865385702010-07-15T05:28:00.000-07:002010-07-15T05:28:00.103-07:00Antiguan Antics: Sandals OverviewJosh booked us a fabulous room at <a href="http://www.sandals.com/main/antigua/an-home.cfm">Sandals Grande Antigua</a>. We really wanted something all-inclusive and in the Caribbean. We're beach vacation people and after the wedding I didn't want to think. About anything. For a week. So I didn't and it was pure bliss. We slept (a lot), we ate (even more), and we drank (oh man, did we drink).<br />
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The grounds at Sandals Antigua are beautiful. Here is a little tour of the grounds of our home away from home. (Very picture heavy!)<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">And here are a few photos of our beautiful room:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">If you want to see some nicer pics please check out the <a href="http://www.sandals.com/main/antigua/an-home.cfm">Sandals Grande Antigua website</a>. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">What kind of honeymoon are you planning? Are you the maxin' and relaxin' type or the go-go-go type?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Up next, what we did for 6 days.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12