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Getting Ready: The Guys

While we were having our mini dance parties, partaking in a few beverages, and taking the entire morning to get dressed, the guys watched movies. They had brought game systems and tons of games to play that morning, but forgot some very necessary cords. No dice on the games, they were left with strange Saturday morning movies. (The most notable was Deep Blue Sea. Hola, LL Cool J.)

Bad TV at its best.

Matt took detail shots of JP’s great groom Chucks…

…and then JP got to stand on the bed to take pictures.

Then Laura brought over my card and gift to JP.

I had a specific order for him to open things. First the card, then he was to play a CD while he opened his gift.

He was quite amused with the card.

We have a long-running inside joke about re: saying “big love,” and so I couldn’t pass up this letterpress printed “big love” card I ran across. (Nothing to do with the HBO series, for the record.) Plus, who doesn’t want a wedding day monster card? Exactly.

Then it was time for the CD to be played. The disc itself was rather ghetto. Last-minute-bride forgot to buy printable CDs, and therefore hastily scrawled on a blank disc said bride had lying around. At least the outside case was pretty!

I am a person that mentally sets everything to music. Too many years of musical theater. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have such an appropriate/silly song play while he opened his present. So, as JP opened his gift, he had “Get Me to the Church on Time” playing in the background.

A wedding-day (and now everyday!) watch to help him get to the church on time.

He changed out the band that I’d also sent along, and then began writing his notes to the parents.

After leaving a huge present wake, it was time for him to get dressed.

First up? A shave, of course.

Then some more jumping on the bed time. (The hotel screwed us a bit on the suites. The boys got an infant-sized one, so portrait spots were fairly limited.)

Then they realized that JP had put his undershirt on backwards. Ruh-roh. He switched it around, but a full day of teasing followed.

That fixed, Best Man Joe helped him put on his cufflinks.

JP switched out the white buttons for black, put on his suspenders and cummerbund, and got all buttoned up. A big “unf” for the tuxedo shirt. Love. It.

Time for the bow-tie.

Nothing like a groom in a bow-tie.

Lastly, he gave a good tie to his shoes, and it was time to meet me for the first look!

Next up? First look action, complete with bridal attack.

*All photographs from Matt Miller of Our Labor of Love.

Need to do some catching up in the recap department?

Tux to Chucks in One Night!

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JP lives in his Chucks. Wears them all. The. Time. He goes through about 2 pair a year, I’d say. I love it. They’re awesome and classic, all at the same time. Since we’re trying to have as much “us” as possible show through in our wedding, why not inject a li’l’ JP-style into our shindig?

So about halfway through the reception, or, well, after the first dance and cake stuff, JP’s going to transform from James Bond groom into a more relaxed super-awesome-supa-fly groom. (Not that he isn’t always super-awesome-supa-fly). After the first dance, after the cake cutting, when it’s time for us to really kick up our heels, JP will de-coat, de-bow-tie, roll up them sleeves, and don a pair of Chucks.

Not just his regular ol’ Chucks. No no no. We’re talking custom wedding Chucks.
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Colored on the inside and a colored stripe down the back. Our wedding date embroidered on the back. Hot stuff, right?

While some might balk at the idea of their groom in Chucks, I think it’s awesome. I’ve seen brides throw on flip-flops, so why not let the groom put on some awesome shoes? I rest my case.

What are you (and your groom) doing to inject his style into his wedding-wear? Anybody else going the Chucks-at-the-reception route? Or something even more awesome?

My hunt for German wedding traditions, Part 1

germanheartMy fiance, oder “Velobter” auf Deutsch, is German. He was born and raised outside of Frankfurt. Since we are trying to incorporate as much of “us” into the wedding as possible, it only seems natural that we would try to smush in as much German tradition as possible, right?

So I went on a hunt for as many German wedding traditions as I could find. Ones that were pretty distinctly German and not American. (I.e. the bride’s family paying doesn’t count as a new or unique tradition). They’re all pretty awesome, but not all very do-able. Some are actually pretty awesomely ridiculous, though I know a lot of Southern wedding traditions are as well, so pot, kettle, black.

Here begins part one of my findings in German-wedding-tradition-land. This set includes traditions that happen before the wedding ceremony.

Pre-Wedding Traditions


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“One tradition is for the bride and her family to collect pennies for years to pay for the bride’s wedding shoes to insure that the marriage ‘gets off on the right foot.’ The bride’s mother places dill and salt in her daughter’s right shoe.”

I think we’re a little late on the pennies part, but I could have some dill and salt in my right shoe along with a sixpence. Doable. (Though this sounds like my foot would be on its way to becoming a pickle. Just sayin’).


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“The Hochzeitslader is an official inviter clad in fancy clothes decorated with ribbons and flowers. He goes door to door extending a personal rhyming invitation to the invited guests. Guests accept by pinning one of the ribbons to his hat and by offering a drink or two at each stop. Should the invited guests be numerous be of the nature to accept the offered drinks, he may need a day or two to complete his duties. It is also said that the more intoxicated the Hochzeitslader is when he returns to the couple, the more fun the wedding will be!”

Simply amazing. I’d love to be able to do this. I’d want a little old guy like that one up thurr. He so precious. Unfortunately, nobody would get it. He’d also have to travel far and wide and end up with liver failure from the number of drinks from the guests he’d have to invite. Sad day.


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“Polterabend: At a party on the evening before the wedding, plates and dishes are smashed for the bride and groom. This is to ward off bad spirits and symbolize that nothing will ever be broken in their relationship. Only china may be used, otherwise it would be bad luck. The bride and groom then must sweep up the mess together to show willingness and ability to work together.”

This one I like. Well, the cleaning part is not so fun and perhaps most would be a vacuum, but I still like it. This is something I think we could incorporate fairly easily into the rehearsal dinner party. On the invitations for the dinner, we could instruct guests to bring old china to break at the dinner for good luck. Also, for those lame-os who would forget, we could just get el cheapo china from the flea market. That sounds pretty win to me.

The only thing I worry about is that we’re planning on having the rehearsal dinner at a local Mexican restaurant. We’d scare the crap out of everybody there. That’s half the fun though, right?


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“Before the wedding, the German bride’s possessions would be transported to her new home. The belongings traditionally included linens which she had collected, a cradle into which a doll had secretly been placed, and the second-best cow from her parents’ farm.”

First part, pretty normal. Second part, little creepy. Third part, why can’t I have the best cow for my new life? Unless, well, the bride is the best cow! We don’t have any cows, so maybe they’ll just have to carry over some hamburger meat and a few steaks.


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“Involve family and friends in the German custom of creating a wedding newspaper. Include photos, personal mementos, and anecdotes about the engaged couple.”

I want to do this one, though it’ll probably be more newsletter than newspaper. Or mini-magazine. Probably full of embarrassing and awesome things about both of us. We could also have puzzles, games, coloring stuff… The possibilities are endless!

Who else out there has trudged through the internets and otherwheres to find the wedding traditions of other cultures? How are you guys incorporating those findings into your weddings? Also, anybody know of any German pre-wedding traditions that I’ve forgotten?

Gettin’ our hairs did.

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One thing that really helped me sanity-wise before the engagement shoot was us getting our hairs did. I had an appointment to have my hair cut the day before the shoot, and JP’s hair needed a little trimming. I thought it would be fun if we both got our hairs did in fancy land rather than just me. So, well, we did. Of course I took too many pictures of the event, but I needed to document JP’s fancy-salon experience! (I’m usually his hair cutter… or he also is…)

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Super awesome Breuer Club Armchair

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P’s cute feetsiesballportI entertained myself by shooting myself in the ball knob. Luke did my hairs first.

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I think he was smiling over something dumb I said

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All done! Hot stuff…

The super-awesome Luke of Vis-a-Vis, my regular hair dude, cut both of our hair on Saturday, then came over to the apartment to blow our hair out on Sunday pre-shoot. It was great, and really made me feel like a pampered rock-star. Great hair? Check. That was one less thing for me to be all neurotic-pants about.

Anybody else get a little extra pampered before engagement shoots for the sake of sanity (or fun)? Did you also get your fiance to join in on the fun?

So JP won’t be nekkid…

PSo here’s a possibility of what JP will wear for our engagement shoot. I love when he wears it. He just looks extra-awesome. I also think he feels confident and comfortable in it, which of course is important for engagement-shoot land.

Is this too similar to the outfit option I have picked out for myself? Would this look like we were trying to be matchy-matchy twin-land? That would be… terrible.

Blazer: Moleskin Blazer, Gap, $98.00

Shirt: New Solid Oxford, Gap, $44.50

Jeans: Authentic Fit Jeans (resin rinse), Gap, $54.50

Shoes: Chuck Taylor All-Stars, Piperlime, $42.00

How to seduce men with a potato masher.

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Or: Why I’m glad Kristen tells me what to do and has a set.

Or: The story of how we met.

Gather round, children, and I’ll tell you the story of how JP and I met.

On New Year’s Eve in 2007, I was pissed off. Really pissed off. A few days prior, the largest d-bag on the planet, also known as my ex-boyfriend, told me that he was going to Las Vegas with his frat brothers and blowing off our plans for NYE. Kristen told me that we were going to a party that night, and I didn’t have a choice. I did not want to go. At all. I whined, tried to make up excuses, but she’s pretty good at standing her ground.

Before the actual party, we were going to meet up with people at a separate location, then all go together. As we were walking up to the house, I was whining to Kristen that I’d have no one to kiss at midnight. She told me that I could kiss someone, I said no.

When we opened the front door to the house, I quickly changed my tune. I instantly saw JP, and blurted out, “I WANT THAT ONE.”

“Oh, I know him! We’re going over there.”

“No no no no no no no. I’m too scared.”

We went into the kitchen where he was sitting. Kristen proceeded to sit on one side of him, and motioned for me to sit on the other side. When I get nervous, I start getting the misty sweats. It’s not very sexy, but it’s true. My forehead gets all shiny and I get all panicky. True to form, I started getting that nervous-hot feeling. I grabbed the first two things I could see to make a fan.

I made a fan out of a potato masher and a vegetable bag. And proceeded to blabber and fan myself. I was so nervous that I can’t even begin to remember what we talked about. He was just so flipping cute, had a sexy German accent, and was just generally smart and awesome. And I didn’t scare him off with my fan.

It came time for everyone to migrate to the actual party location, so everybody rolled out. The second Kristen and I got into the car, I told her that I wanted JP to be my New Year’s Eve kiss, and that I needed her to help me make that happen. I was, and still am, a total chicken. Without any hesitation, she told me that she’d just ask him for me.

After we got to the party, she asked him, and he agreed. I swear that I walked around in circles and hid in corners for the next few hours. I was terrified. Was he going to come over to me? What the hell was I doing? He was entirely too good-looking and awesome for me.

Despite my fabulous ninja-hiding skills, he did indeed find me at midnight. I thought I was going to pass out.

“Would you like a kiss for New Year’s?”

I don’t remember what I said back, but we kissed. It was magical– ponies, rainbows, fireworks, unicorns, bunny rabbits, and dinosaurs magical.

We’ve been together ever since.

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Stay tuned today, ladies. (I doubt there are many gents reading this blog). I’ll be talking later about our FANTASTIC food ideas/selections for the reception. It’s going to be so bananas and awesome.

For the time being, here’s some delicious Fellini’s pizza and some good JP-NOMMING shots.

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Happy Monday!