After photos, we were able to get down to the main floor of the hotel for the last part of our cocktail hour.
We decided not to do a receiving line (takes too much time and is still so impersonal) so Paul and I split up a little bit and joined up a little bit to work the room and mingle with our guests.
At one point, a girlfriend asked what I wanted from the bar. I said “champagne if they have it, water if they don’t.” She returned with a glass of ice water and I am so thankful that she did.*
I got to try one of each of our passed appetizers. I don’t think Paul was as lucky.
I carried my little orange j.crew bag and my bouquet around the whole time. That clutch was such a good idea and I loved my bouquet to bits.
After an hour or so, guests started taking the elevator up to the 7th floor for dinner.
To be continued…
*from day one, I said I was going to just drink a glass or two of champagne at my wedding and I am thrilled that I stuck with that plan. I remember every second (except who brought me the water, apparently - Michelle? Bill? AshKiss?) and felt wonderful the entire night. Best decision ever to “stay sober” all evening. Paul did the same (+ a beer or two) and was glad he did too.
all photography by Lisa Welge