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The new Mrs. Waugh
Soooo, Matt and I survived all the crazy wedding planning. We were married on June 15th [Father's Day to all you dads out there]. It POURED out in the morning when my sisters, Ash, and the moms went out for hair and makeup. But I didn't freak out or worry. Everyone says that rain on your wedding day is good luck. Somebody probably made that up because brides everywhere were crushed everytime a cloud rolled into their "perfect" day. It helped me feel better I guess. By the time we left the shop, the rain was gone, leaving behind an overcast day. Still ok by me. All of the girls and I drove back to the Sheraton and got ready in the suite I stayed in with my sisters the night before [no one wanted the couch or the floor, so the 4 of us slept lined up like sardines in the king-sized bed hahaha]. My dad and the photographer met us there. The bouquets arrived at the hotel and they were gorgeous... I will post pictures once I have them from the company. After everyone was ready and the photographer took a couple suite shots, we headed outside to a Rolls Royce that my parents and I rode in, and a stretch limo for the girls. It was such a nice ride. I remember feeling nervous, like I forgot something, or that we were going to be late, and I kept feeling like I was going to cry, but everything was ok. Once again the rain was holding off too. I snuck into the church and hid until it was time to walk down the aisle. Matt left a card for me at the back of the church. It was really sweet and I got all choked up, but no bawling. The last guests arrived and by 2 o'clock I was walking down the aisle with a parent in each arm. I gave Mom and Dad a kiss and Dad "gave me away." Matt looked adorable and he had a big smile on his face. I just remember him saying, "You look absolutely stunning." We remembered our vows when it got to be that time, and neither of us dropped the rings. The mass was perfect. We had a receiving line outside of the church while a bagpiper played off to the side, and still the rain held off. The pictures that I got to see came out beautiful because of the overcast sky. Nobody was squinting and the colors of the floral bouquets really stood out.
Like you care.
Onto the reception. Also GREAT. During coctail hour, the entire bridal party hid out in a private room and ate hors d'oeuvres and drank merrily while pausing for pictures. When it came time to be announced into the reception ballroom, we came out to "Shipping Up To Boston" by the Dropkicks. The bridal party turned it into a runway show, donning sunglasses and ridiculous poses as they made their grand entrances. When Matt and I were announced, our DJ somehow found a way to successfully fade into Nat King Cole's, "When I Fall In Love," our song. We had taken ballroom dancing lessons just long enough to choregraph a dance to go along with this song. It went pretty smoothly, although I felt like I was going to be sick before we started... I was SO afraid of messing up or tripping on my gown. I was fine though. After the song, we sat down and yes, we actually ate some fruit salad before greeting some guests. We then did the cake cutting... no smashing of the cake in faces involved. The greeting and thanking continued until dinner was served, and yes, we went over and ate our dinner too. After dinner, I think it was the father/daughter [Heartland's "I Loved Her First"] dance followed by the mother/son dance [Faith Hill's "There You'll Be"]. After some more greetings and dessert, we did the garter and the bouquet tossing. Ok, stupid guys. They all watched the garter land on the floor and no one went for it. Everyone was like ohhh, come onnnn, and finally my cousin's bf picked it up. THANK GOD. We could've been there all night. Rachel Carnevale, a great family friend from our Wakefield days, caught the bouquet, so that made me happy. After all that, the dancefloor was packed. Mike Berman, a friend who graduated from WSC a couple years before us, did a fabulous job as our DJ. People had a blast. We ended our night by dancing to "100 Years" by Five for Fighting, and ending the whole night with "Sweet Caroline." The drunk ones loved belting it out. Our night was completely perfect. We couldn't have asked for it to go more smoothly. So now I'm Mrs. Waugh! Weird, huh? It's fun getting mail with my new name. :)
In the next entry, I'll talk about the honeymoon! It was awesome. |