Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Monumental Love: We Arrive...In Style

Alright, Hive, this first part is going to be tough and a little bit embarrassing.  But let's take the Band-Aid approach...deep breathe and pull.

Momma P, you were right and I was wrong.

Whew...she's never gonna let me live that down. For the record, she didn't think we needed to do a mashed potato bar and that's the menu item that has received the most raves since sooo...we're basically even.

What was Momma P so right about?  A police escort!

|Photos by Eau Claire Photographics unless otherwise indicated|

A few months before the wedding, she asked me if I had looked into getting one and I brushed it off as another cost we didn't need, another thing I didn't want on my plate to coordinate.  And we only had three vehicles and about five miles to travel - seriously, wouldn't an escort be overkill?

Look at my little gentleman carrying the umbrella - and my face is just like "Whatever, rain, I'm getting married today!" 
At the rehearsal dinner, Momma P and Sphinx Mom brought up the escort once more and decided to call a friend whose husband works for the NOPD to see if we could arrange for one last minute. They were able to help us out, and it ended up being a great decision.  Would we have made it in time to the church despite the red lights and traffic? Probably so.  Did it ease my knotted-up-stressed-out stomach every time we were able to fly through an intersection?  You betcha.

Let's get this show on the road, folks! (Working at Disney adds the word "folks" to your vocabulary automatically.)
To recap, we rented a trolley bus for the bridal party, photographers, and videographers, a limo for the parents, and a Rolls Royce for my dad and me to travel to the church (obviously he and Sphinx traded out on the way back).  The trolley had a longer minimum rental time, so we used that to travel from the hotel to the Board of Trade for pictures (which is what some of these photos are from, explaining why I'm in the trolley - just a bit out of order here).




I just love how nice the photos came out in the trolley - a much better look fore pictures during the day than the limo bus option.  Plus it held a lot of people so we were able to transport some of the bridal party dates as well.


We had a nice, quiet ride over to the church where I was able to calm my nerves before all the activity started.  You know, except for every time I saw that cars were being held up to let us pass, and I knew I'd have to stick my foot in my mouth and tell my mom that I'd been wrong.

  




When we pulled up to the church, I saw several guests entering and I got some butterflies in my stomach - this is it!  We waited in the car for a few minutes to let the guests enter so I could sneak in without being seen - no such luck, they camped out and waited for us to emerge.  Ah, the life of celebrity is so difficult, yes?


So we just waited until Sphinx had made it inside, because even though we had done a first look, I wanted to stay separated by this point to allow for some more suspense before the walk down the aisle.  



Can we get some bee love for Daddy P today?  This guy completed the "Dopey Challenge" at Disney World this past weekend - that's a 5K Thursday, 10K Friday, half marathon Saturday, and full marathon Sunday.  Like, I don't even know if he's human at this point. Could have passed down some of those physical fitness genes to me, buddy.




There was still some drizzling happening when we arrived, so we had a couple of strapping young men walking guests from their cars with huge umbrellas - a perfect touch that I had nothing to do with.


You can see my little purse here - not sure why I didn't have any pictures of it with my other accessories, but I found it in Las Vegas at the bachelorette and it was perfect.  The purple matched the bridesmaids' dresses and the roses matched the decorations on the cake.  Sure, you don't need a purse on your wedding day, but I liked having a place for lip gloss, phone, and remaining vendor checks.



Marble. Heels. Rain Drops. Train. It's a miracle I didn't wind up on  my butt here.
Look at this groom - he doesn't even look nervous at all!|Personal Photo
The plan was to arrive around 6:30 - half an hour before the ceremony.  I think we got there even earlier because of those handy, dandy motorcycled policemen.  So naturally, Momma P used that time to let her hairdresser (a family friend who was already in attendance) come touch up her hair.  

Girls gotta do what they gotta do.|Personal Photo
And I was stashed in the confessional with BM Perk.  The other bridesmaids mingled and would pop in every once in a while to say hi, and we kept cracking the door to creep on who was arriving.  

Pretty sure we were just cutting up the whole time. | Personal Photo

And even though I felt like we got to the church so early, before we knew it, it was time to start lining up!


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