Okay, it’s nine years late, but I don’t think I ever properly recapped our wedding. No time like the present! Let’s see what I can remember…

Let me think…it was a beautiful day, November 12, 2005. At some point, we all went to the hairdresser and got our hair did.

My beautiful sister, always so sunny.

My hair

The back was so dreamy.

Then I guess we went to the church to get ready? Something like that?

Tee and Madeline

Kristie

The ubiquitous pink petticoat, dyed by myself.

Time for the veil!

Meanwhile, I suppose the boys were getting ready too? Probably involving some flasks?

Looking nervous!

George and Lindsay, his best woman.

The guys

And then we took lots of pictures, but none of the bride and groom together.

Me and my ladieeeezzzz

I love hydrangeas

The “Reservoir Dogs” photo. Quentin Tarantino has actually seen this, but that’s another story for another day.

And then people started arriving and my brother walked me up the aisle and we got married!

Rob does his job.

Evan and I wait outside.

NOT ON THE LIPS!

Almost married.

Married

Woot!

Then we took more pictures while the guests got candles and walked the two or three blocks to the reception hall.

Candles!

Everyone.

Making our way to the reception, post-photos.

My friend Paula’s kids didn’t burn down anything, don’t worry.

Then we took more pictures, ate some cake, danced a little bit, talked to people, you know, all that reception stuff you do.

I call this the Mafia wedding picture

Rose petals. In monogrammed cones, of course.

“Dancing.”

WHAT? I totally didn’t throw it right to Kiki! Okay, yes I did. They got engaged right after we got home from the honeymoon.

All the Single Ladies was not yet a song, thank goodness.

The also ubiquitous mid-aughts candy bar.

Kiki and Jenny were not prepared to make a speech.

I guess we gave a speech?

A little bit of my family.

Cutting the cake

Toast!

The most uncomfortable first dance in history.

Our beautiful cake, made by my friend Angela.

The cake table. So much delicious.

And then we were off! (To the only hotel with rooms at this post-Katrina time, the Sheraton right around the corner.)

Rose petals. In monogrammed cones, of course.

I guess my dress didn’t fit in the Corolla.

And that was our wedding. It really was the best wedding. I mean, the best one I’ve had so far, for sure.