<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140</id><updated>2011-11-04T18:43:14.429-05:00</updated><category term='recaps'/><category term='fantasies'/><category term='send-off'/><category term='favors'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='wedding night hotel'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='registry'/><category term='lists'/><category term='Austin'/><category term='causes'/><category term='veils'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='my dad'/><category term='last post'/><category term='proposal'/><category term='fauxtobooth'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='hair'/><category term='legal stuff'/><category term='honeymoon'/><category term='lifestyle'/><category term='working out'/><category term='showers'/><category term='portraits'/><category term='rehearsal dinner'/><category term='bridesmaids'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='flower girls'/><category term='baking'/><category term='first look'/><category term='family'/><category term='the Dude'/><category term='surnames'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='cake'/><category term='real weddings'/><category term='toasts'/><category term='ceremony'/><category term='programs'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='paper'/><category term='wedding day wear'/><category term='vintage finds'/><category term='parties'/><category term='inspiration boards'/><category term='photography'/><category term='traditions'/><category term='dress'/><category term='etiquette'/><category term='first dance'/><category term='non-wedding wardrobe'/><category term='Save-the-dates'/><category term='music'/><category term='reception'/><category term='hairstyles'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='wedding bands'/><category term='Gocco'/><category term='Etsy'/><category term='being green'/><category term='jewelry'/><category term='diet'/><category term='hotels'/><category term='make-up'/><category term='engagement rings'/><category term='food'/><category term='reception decor'/><category term='invitations'/><category term='centerpieces'/><category term='colors'/><category term='grooming'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='venue'/><category term='fitness'/><category term='e-pics'/><category term='sage advice'/><category term='readings'/><title type='text'>The Anti-Bride</title><subtitle type='html'>But still wearing white on my wedding day</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-7769595931598256021</id><published>2010-05-25T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:08:01.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bee Meet Up in Austin!</title><content type='html'>Attention Austinites:&amp;nbsp; we're having a Weddingbee meet up!&amp;nbsp; Come out to Taqueria Arandas for some delicious interior Mexican food, refreshing margaritas, and stimulating conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S_yPiJZ7DaI/AAAAAAAAC-I/9VA3oYCMORU/s1600/margarita_chill_out-3342.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="385" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S_yPiJZ7DaI/AAAAAAAAC-I/9VA3oYCMORU/s400/margarita_chill_out-3342.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mystuffspace.com/comments/graphic/faith-hill3"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Join us on Thursday, June 3rd at 5:45 at the Taqueria Arandas on Burnet Road.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the address: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6534 Burnet Road, Suite 3&lt;br /&gt;Austin, TX 78757-2840 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope to see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-7769595931598256021?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/7769595931598256021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=7769595931598256021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/7769595931598256021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/7769595931598256021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2010/05/bee-meet-up-in-austin.html' title='Bee Meet Up in Austin!'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S_yPiJZ7DaI/AAAAAAAAC-I/9VA3oYCMORU/s72-c/margarita_chill_out-3342.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-1420923001877255021</id><published>2010-04-05T22:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:04:38.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last post'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  The End</title><content type='html'>If you guys hadn't noticed, I've been putting off my last official Weddingbee post.&amp;nbsp; I'm not quite ready for my time here as a blogger to end!&amp;nbsp; But I guess it's better to finish my recaps while a few of you still remember me, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left off, everyone was having a great time at the reception:&amp;nbsp; there was drinking, dancing, toasting, and faux-tobooth mayhem!&amp;nbsp; We didn't want the party to end, but we had to leave our venue, so I got over my fear of public speaking to make an announcement about our after party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S7qc2QKq0CI/AAAAAAAACMU/pXerAS-rWso/s1600/450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S7qc2QKq0CI/AAAAAAAACMU/pXerAS-rWso/s640/450.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon it was time for us to make our grand exit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S7qc_geilQI/AAAAAAAACMc/s8n7UKg-j4w/s1600/465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S7qc_geilQI/AAAAAAAACMc/s8n7UKg-j4w/s640/465.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorsh, I love the colors in the shot above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S7qdJhMkRQI/AAAAAAAACMk/oPiGlRJmS4M/s1600/467.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S7qdJhMkRQI/AAAAAAAACMk/oPiGlRJmS4M/s640/467.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo above shows just how we felt to be married:&amp;nbsp; ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S7qdTkXVFlI/AAAAAAAACMs/jEKRBv-RZqg/s1600/468.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S7qdTkXVFlI/AAAAAAAACMs/jEKRBv-RZqg/s640/468.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos are so amazing they're making me rethink my original stance on black and whites.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was raining all evening, some awesome Mouse friends decorated our getaway car anyway (my mom's Prius).&amp;nbsp; (Probably because I kept dropping not-so-subtle hints about how "the car must be decorated!")&amp;nbsp; I think it was my brother and his girlfriend.&amp;nbsp; Thanks, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S7qeUOQ2wVI/AAAAAAAACM0/H3U_P7M7GHE/s1600/DSCN0507.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S7qeUOQ2wVI/AAAAAAAACM0/H3U_P7M7GHE/s640/DSCN0507.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo by me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor mom had the car detailed for us, and we got the carpet all muddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S7qelHqakpI/AAAAAAAACM8/2nY9KAsOX2o/s1600/DSCN0503.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S7qelHqakpI/AAAAAAAACM8/2nY9KAsOX2o/s640/DSCN0503.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo by me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, I can rest easy at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dude and I had to be chauffeured to our hotel/after party location since we'd already had a few too many drinks each.&amp;nbsp; So instead of a dramatic driveaway, we had to sit in the car and wait for our driver and MOH Deniz to finish gathering up all of the goodies and get into the car with us.&amp;nbsp; But then we were on our way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out at the &lt;a href="http://www.sanjosehotel.com/"&gt;Hotel San Jose&lt;/a&gt; bar until it closed at midnight.&amp;nbsp; One of our good friends decided to jump in the pool, only to be informed that it was for guests only.&amp;nbsp; Hmm, how did they know he wasn't a guest? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S7qfj9L8HtI/AAAAAAAACNE/dyoNL0NBw_w/s1600/IMG_3233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S7qfj9L8HtI/AAAAAAAACNE/dyoNL0NBw_w/s640/IMG_3233.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo by MOH Deniz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His very pregnant (and patient) wife--also a dear friend--does the point-and-laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they kicked us out of the bar area, we crammed into our hotel room, only to be told every ten minutes or so that we needed to shut the hell up or we were going to get kicked out.&amp;nbsp; Apparently they have a strict "no after parties" policy.&amp;nbsp; It was hard keeping these biotches quiet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S7qgItJYqYI/AAAAAAAACNM/pmV-G6PVp84/s1600/DSC_0288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S7qgItJYqYI/AAAAAAAACNM/pmV-G6PVp84/s640/DSC_0288.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo by MOH Deniz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more photos from this part of the night.&amp;nbsp; There were probably 25 or 30 people who made it to the after party, and most of them stayed until the bar closed.&amp;nbsp; We were so overwhelmed with love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what they say.&amp;nbsp; All good things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S7qgcd0vxPI/AAAAAAAACNU/O7dfwQmswUk/s1600/DSC_0289.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S7qgcd0vxPI/AAAAAAAACNU/O7dfwQmswUk/s640/DSC_0289.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo by MOH Deniz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...must come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like our wonderful, rainy-day wedding, my time as a blogger here is over.&amp;nbsp; I don't get mushy very often, so you guys better appreciate this!&amp;nbsp; Blogging for Weddingbee has been one of the best experiences of my life.&amp;nbsp; I love this community so much.&amp;nbsp; Thank you to everyone who ever left me a comment, read one of my posts, or hell, even skimmed through my recap photos.&amp;nbsp; You guys are the best!&amp;nbsp; If you ever get curious about what I'm doing now as a "smug married," you can check out my &lt;a href="http://deadflowersblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;personal blog&lt;/a&gt;. I'd love to see some familiar faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All photos by &lt;a href="http://thenicholsblog.com/" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;the Nichols&lt;/a&gt;, unless otherwise noted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look/"&gt;First Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-dude-still-looks-pretty-hot-in-a-suit/"&gt;The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/15/our-rainy-day-wedding-da-bride/"&gt;Da Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-i/"&gt;Just Us Part I &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-ii/"&gt;Just Us Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/05/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-super-fly-bridal-party/"&gt;The Super-Fly Bridal Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/11/our-rainy-day-wedding-when-stuff-gets-wack-pre-ceremony/"&gt;When Stuff Gets Wack Pre-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1260051088003" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;Here Comes the (Bride) Sun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/21/our-rainy-day-wedding-ceremony-part-ii/"&gt;Ceremony Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/26/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-vows-the-rings-and-an-eff-up/"&gt;The Vows, the Rings, and an Eff-Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-you-can-stand-under-my-umbrella/"&gt;You Can Stand Under my Umbrella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-detlef-schrempf/"&gt;Detlef Schrempf &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-soundtrack/"&gt;The Soundtrack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/17/our-rainy-day-wedding-dinner-gets-rickrolled/#more-131078"&gt;Dinner Gets Rickrolled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-toasts/#more-131777"&gt;The Toasts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/24/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-cake/"&gt;The Cake &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/03/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-deets/#more-132787"&gt;The Deets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/03/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-faux-tobooth/"&gt;The Faux-tobooth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/03/18/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-guestbook/#more-135172"&gt;The Guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/03/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-fun-part/#more-136355"&gt;The Fun Part&lt;/a&gt; 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By this point, everyone was relaxed, full, and ready to have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Amanda (the one who did the e.e. cummings reading), had wanted to do a toast for us, but somehow that never got communicated to our coordinator, Rick.&amp;nbsp; Since she didn't get to give an "official" toast, she gave us a sweet and heartfelt unofficial one afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nEAWki4EI/AAAAAAAACHM/b5fbbXgvIqA/s1600/413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nEAWki4EI/AAAAAAAACHM/b5fbbXgvIqA/s640/413.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Amanda on the right, saying very sweet things about the Dude and me.&amp;nbsp; She is one of the few people who knew us both individually before we met; and she's the reason we met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nFc2sz6NI/AAAAAAAACIc/QFuKtbuv-iE/s1600/414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nFc2sz6NI/AAAAAAAACIc/QFuKtbuv-iE/s640/414.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S60ctVl2KeI/AAAAAAAACK8/zumukVvu390/s1600/410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S60ctVl2KeI/AAAAAAAACK8/zumukVvu390/s640/410.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, MOH Deniz and I share a candid moment, pre- tequila shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nEL0ECmYI/AAAAAAAACHk/HVPFWrvp52s/s1600/433.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nEL0ECmYI/AAAAAAAACHk/HVPFWrvp52s/s640/433.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually not a huggy person, but I was feelin' the love at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nEM5PLKlI/AAAAAAAACHs/wlT7JXm5f0Q/s1600/436.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nEM5PLKlI/AAAAAAAACHs/wlT7JXm5f0Q/s640/436.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tequila shots all around.&amp;nbsp; I love the look on the Dude's face here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nEtbi_bGI/AAAAAAAACIU/LkWg1lBOwgQ/s1600/437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nEtbi_bGI/AAAAAAAACIU/LkWg1lBOwgQ/s640/437.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nEO9BWuKI/AAAAAAAACH8/wxKhmlYmCiE/s1600/438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nEO9BWuKI/AAAAAAAACH8/wxKhmlYmCiE/s640/438.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sour-lime face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nEP7xeRtI/AAAAAAAACIE/A8SL-0UmpDo/s1600/439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nEP7xeRtI/AAAAAAAACIE/A8SL-0UmpDo/s640/439.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower girl Grace and I get ready for a faux-tobooth photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nFo09wXCI/AAAAAAAACIk/i9bWLVV9_HM/s1600/446.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nFo09wXCI/AAAAAAAACIk/i9bWLVV9_HM/s640/446.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nEQikcZ5I/AAAAAAAACIM/cQyl3uwJqvg/s1600/440.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nEQikcZ5I/AAAAAAAACIM/cQyl3uwJqvg/s640/440.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My law school friends and I pose for a portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nF2lqTCTI/AAAAAAAACI0/Xu1d55Hftsw/s1600/442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nF2lqTCTI/AAAAAAAACI0/Xu1d55Hftsw/s640/442.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mrs. Kitten tries to give me a hug.&amp;nbsp; She thinks it funny that I don't like hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S60jQhiKFEI/AAAAAAAACLE/4RrhY4eOrQM/s1600/421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S60jQhiKFEI/AAAAAAAACLE/4RrhY4eOrQM/s640/421.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIL J-Dawg and my friend Lauren start the dance party off right.&amp;nbsp; Would you believe that our wedding was the first time they ever met?&amp;nbsp; My brother's girlfriend overheard perhaps the funniest line of dialogue of the night:&amp;nbsp; after their dance sequence, Lauren turned to the Dude and said, "Your sister is a fah-reak!"&amp;nbsp; (If you knew Lauren, you would know that this was a complement.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nGfGmQN4I/AAAAAAAACI8/B0fOaAUNN4Q/s1600/444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nGfGmQN4I/AAAAAAAACI8/B0fOaAUNN4Q/s640/444.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride and groom make their way onto the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nGg5KXOaI/AAAAAAAACJE/ONSRhSalopU/s1600/447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nGg5KXOaI/AAAAAAAACJE/ONSRhSalopU/s640/447.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dude and SIL J-Dawg are doing something here.&amp;nbsp; I'm just not sure what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nGhzKM_DI/AAAAAAAACJM/9qpR42PJAWQ/s1600/448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nGhzKM_DI/AAAAAAAACJM/9qpR42PJAWQ/s640/448.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something called the Pyramid, maybe?&amp;nbsp; Whatever it was, it was a big crowd pleaser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nGjiK7LnI/AAAAAAAACJc/wXauoHmQU6g/s1600/457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nGjiK7LnI/AAAAAAAACJc/wXauoHmQU6g/s640/457.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower girl Grace is entranced as the Dude does the robot.&amp;nbsp; At least I think that's what is happening here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nGkr32YRI/AAAAAAAACJk/mzrSov38CUs/s1600/458.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nGkr32YRI/AAAAAAAACJk/mzrSov38CUs/s640/458.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessa, my brother Daniel's girlfriend, breaks it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nGlv8wh-I/AAAAAAAACJs/NlbSjRRY44o/s1600/460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nGlv8wh-I/AAAAAAAACJs/NlbSjRRY44o/s640/460.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure we're dancing to "Ignition" here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nGnUfqVSI/AAAAAAAACJ8/a5zgJE6E9xI/s1600/462.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nGnUfqVSI/AAAAAAAACJ8/a5zgJE6E9xI/s640/462.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this angle, it looks like I'm rapping.&amp;nbsp; I probably am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe everyone didn't get out onto the dance floor and get down to our playlist.&amp;nbsp; But those of us who did dance had a great time, and we got some pretty good photos out of it.&amp;nbsp; I consider it a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite moments was when I was dancing with Flower girl Grace, and she asked who was singing the song we were dancing to.&amp;nbsp; I told her it was Michael Jackson, and she said, "He died.&amp;nbsp; It's sad."&amp;nbsp; I agreed, and we kept on dancing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next:&amp;nbsp; Our grand exit and the after party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All photos by &lt;a href="http://thenicholsblog.com/" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;the Nichols&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look/"&gt;First Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-dude-still-looks-pretty-hot-in-a-suit/"&gt;The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/15/our-rainy-day-wedding-da-bride/"&gt;Da Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-i/"&gt;Just Us Part I &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-ii/"&gt;Just Us Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/05/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-super-fly-bridal-party/"&gt;The Super-Fly Bridal Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/11/our-rainy-day-wedding-when-stuff-gets-wack-pre-ceremony/"&gt;When Stuff Gets Wack Pre-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1260051088003" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;Here Comes the (Bride) Sun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/21/our-rainy-day-wedding-ceremony-part-ii/"&gt;Ceremony Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/26/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-vows-the-rings-and-an-eff-up/"&gt;The Vows, the Rings, and an Eff-Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-you-can-stand-under-my-umbrella/"&gt;You Can Stand Under my Umbrella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-detlef-schrempf/"&gt;Detlef Schrempf &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-soundtrack/"&gt;The Soundtrack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/17/our-rainy-day-wedding-dinner-gets-rickrolled/#more-131078"&gt;Dinner Gets Rickrolled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-toasts/#more-131777"&gt;The Toasts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/24/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-cake/"&gt;The Cake &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/03/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-deets/#more-132787"&gt;The Deets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/03/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-faux-tobooth/"&gt;The Faux-tobooth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/03/18/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-guestbook/#more-135172"&gt;The Guestbook&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-7629675432147830455?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/7629675432147830455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=7629675432147830455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/7629675432147830455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/7629675432147830455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-fun-part.html' title='Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  The Fun Part'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6nEAWki4EI/AAAAAAAACHM/b5fbbXgvIqA/s72-c/413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-5423787252956112360</id><published>2010-03-17T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T19:51:54.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  The Guest Book</title><content type='html'>I actually purchased the guest book and pens months before the wedding, but for some reason I never blogged about them.&amp;nbsp; And I ended up not getting too many photos of them at the wedding either.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's OK.&amp;nbsp; I took some yesterday just for you guys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6F1RFGTTNI/AAAAAAAACBc/8froteBiaLs/s1600-h/DSCN1395.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6F1RFGTTNI/AAAAAAAACBc/8froteBiaLs/s640/DSCN1395.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the traditional plain white guest book with lined pages, I chose this repurposed hardcover children's book that Etsy seller &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/bookjournals"&gt;Ex Libris Anonymous&lt;/a&gt; turned into a journal.&amp;nbsp; To the original book were added 60 pages of unlined, acid-free paper:&amp;nbsp; perfect for sweet little messages from our guests.&amp;nbsp; The messages ended up looking more like a yearbook than a wedding guest book, but that was OK with us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6F2I5thGzI/AAAAAAAACBk/IVdfR02nggM/s1600-h/DSCN1399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6F2I5thGzI/AAAAAAAACBk/IVdfR02nggM/s640/DSCN1399.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pens are from Etsy seller &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/bananatreeart"&gt;Banana Tree Art&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I probably could have made these on my own, but these were a great price, and the cream colored garden roses blended right in with our real flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you can see one of the original pages from the book.&amp;nbsp; I picked the Matisse book for no other reason than I love Matisse and I thought it was pretty.&amp;nbsp; Didn't match our theme at all.&amp;nbsp; Didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6F2XiYiwbI/AAAAAAAACBs/yBdCmoATqBw/s1600-h/DSCN1396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6F2XiYiwbI/AAAAAAAACBs/yBdCmoATqBw/s640/DSCN1396.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look!&amp;nbsp; This next page kind of goes with our theme!&amp;nbsp; Doesn't she look like she's ready for an English garden tea party at night?&amp;nbsp; Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6F3C8VdfAI/AAAAAAAACB0/8Eh86hP83IM/s1600-h/DSCN1398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6F3C8VdfAI/AAAAAAAACB0/8Eh86hP83IM/s640/DSCN1398.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we went in a super-casual direction with our guest book.&amp;nbsp; We ended up getting messages that looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6F3fZdMIQI/AAAAAAAACB8/PjqmQr89oF8/s1600-h/DSCN1401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6F3fZdMIQI/AAAAAAAACB8/PjqmQr89oF8/s640/DSCN1401.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I dug up one professional photo of the guest book and card box set up.&amp;nbsp; It was buried in with all of the dancing photos (which you will get to see soon--I promise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6F31HfYf1I/AAAAAAAACCE/tB_wR-9nGCM/s1600-h/416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6F31HfYf1I/AAAAAAAACCE/tB_wR-9nGCM/s640/416.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All photos in this post by me, except the last one, by &lt;a href="http://thenicholsblog.com/" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;the Nichols&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look/"&gt;First Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-dude-still-looks-pretty-hot-in-a-suit/"&gt;The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/15/our-rainy-day-wedding-da-bride/"&gt;Da Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-i/"&gt;Just Us Part I &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-ii/"&gt;Just Us Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/05/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-super-fly-bridal-party/"&gt;The Super-Fly Bridal Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/11/our-rainy-day-wedding-when-stuff-gets-wack-pre-ceremony/"&gt;When Stuff Gets Wack Pre-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1260051088003" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;Here Comes the (Bride) Sun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/21/our-rainy-day-wedding-ceremony-part-ii/"&gt;Ceremony Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/26/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-vows-the-rings-and-an-eff-up/"&gt;The Vows, the Rings, and an Eff-Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-you-can-stand-under-my-umbrella/"&gt;You Can Stand Under my Umbrella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-detlef-schrempf/"&gt;Detlef Schrempf &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-soundtrack/"&gt;The Soundtrack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/17/our-rainy-day-wedding-dinner-gets-rickrolled/#more-131078"&gt;Dinner Gets Rickrolled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-toasts/#more-131777"&gt;The Toasts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/24/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-cake/"&gt;The Cake&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/03/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-deets/#more-132787"&gt;The Deets&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/03/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-faux-tobooth/"&gt;The Faux-tobooth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-5423787252956112360?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/5423787252956112360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=5423787252956112360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5423787252956112360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5423787252956112360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-guest-book.html' title='Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  The Guest Book'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S6F1RFGTTNI/AAAAAAAACBc/8froteBiaLs/s72-c/DSCN1395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-2149332316438684326</id><published>2010-03-08T21:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:27:56.114-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fauxtobooth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  The Faux-tobooth</title><content type='html'>My original plan for our faux-tobooth was to borrow a Polaroid camera, hang up a piece of fabric, and let people figure it out for themselves.&amp;nbsp; I realized there were some logistics to sort out, but I really had no idea how we were going to do it.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, our awesome friends, Katie and Ben, volunteered to bring their camera and equipment and set up a much more professional booth for us.&amp;nbsp; I provided the fabric (three yards from Joann's) and a Goodwill chalkboard, and they took care of everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got some pretty amazing photos out of it, so I'm really glad we went this route.&amp;nbsp; Our photographers offer a faux-tobooth package, but it was cheaper (free!) to have our friends do it, and this also meant we didn't have to sacrifice one of our shooters to the faux-tobooth for part of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone took photos, but we did get a lot of great shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the family shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W0Kf86VcI/AAAAAAAAB7k/jmVDcVmZixs/s1600-h/4089405725_8a942be612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W0Kf86VcI/AAAAAAAAB7k/jmVDcVmZixs/s640/4089405725_8a942be612.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Dude and his mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5Wz7_BPjgI/AAAAAAAAB7U/nxIQRPl4Pcw/s1600-h/3949725118_011a822958.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5Wz7_BPjgI/AAAAAAAAB7U/nxIQRPl4Pcw/s640/3949725118_011a822958.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My uncle Tommy and cousin Julie (with a pun!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5Wz4QW5SVI/AAAAAAAAB7M/_ylGZOetEjY/s1600-h/3948948021_50db5fe07f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5Wz4QW5SVI/AAAAAAAAB7M/_ylGZOetEjY/s640/3948948021_50db5fe07f.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My aunt Cindy, second cousin Kyndall, and cousin Scott (another pun!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W27ECOmoI/AAAAAAAAB9M/FrrLToRn7Uo/s1600-h/3949754372_ef0e336f2c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W27ECOmoI/AAAAAAAAB9M/FrrLToRn7Uo/s640/3949754372_ef0e336f2c.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Dude and his sister (really not sure what is going on there!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W0C-SUBBI/AAAAAAAAB7c/1P3ML111mvs/s1600-h/4089400511_a192b8ffc0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W0C-SUBBI/AAAAAAAAB7c/1P3ML111mvs/s640/4089400511_a192b8ffc0.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Dude's mom and family friend Linda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W0L3IGrlI/AAAAAAAAB7s/ObrDA3px9i0/s1600-h/4090164928_d8a01a5a1c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W0L3IGrlI/AAAAAAAAB7s/ObrDA3px9i0/s640/4090164928_d8a01a5a1c.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Dude's dad (on the right) and family friend Mark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W0Pj6OaAI/AAAAAAAAB78/mA1gS7P0nFg/s1600-h/3948969061_8bd6f09174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W0Pj6OaAI/AAAAAAAAB78/mA1gS7P0nFg/s640/3948969061_8bd6f09174.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother's girlfriend Jessa and her super-sweet parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W0RKUTx_I/AAAAAAAAB8E/WFHvuZvnBbs/s1600-h/3948984923_a9e17d4d06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W0RKUTx_I/AAAAAAAAB8E/WFHvuZvnBbs/s640/3948984923_a9e17d4d06.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIL J-Dawg and Best Man Curtis (don't know where the tape came from)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W0Nb_ViVI/AAAAAAAAB70/jsvzAmQfF9A/s1600-h/3948912973_18eec366dc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W0Nb_ViVI/AAAAAAAAB70/jsvzAmQfF9A/s640/3948912973_18eec366dc.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Dude and me with my brother Daniel and his girlfriend Jessa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It kinda sucks that my mom and my youngest brother Andrew didn't make it into any photos.&amp;nbsp; But we got pretty good family participation.&amp;nbsp; We also got a lot of good portraits of friends, some more serious than others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W2nWK_hYI/AAAAAAAAB8M/j0uQqFmZ694/s1600-h/3948972851_dc99ec2da8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="436" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W2nWK_hYI/AAAAAAAAB8M/j0uQqFmZ694/s640/3948972851_dc99ec2da8.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Dude, Best Man Curtis, and Brandon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W2r2fYFRI/AAAAAAAAB8c/GvMd1tfeAc8/s1600-h/3948987479_f7fb9fa9fa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W2r2fYFRI/AAAAAAAAB8c/GvMd1tfeAc8/s640/3948987479_f7fb9fa9fa.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best Man Curtis and his fiancee Kelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W2t59mUnI/AAAAAAAAB8k/l4uiZ52ooww/s1600-h/3948994639_4c905224bb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="414" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W2t59mUnI/AAAAAAAAB8k/l4uiZ52ooww/s640/3948994639_4c905224bb.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J-Book and her son Zachary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W2-yrMfQI/AAAAAAAAB9U/0warBr3mDdg/s1600-h/3949762016_72acf60b33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W2-yrMfQI/AAAAAAAAB9U/0warBr3mDdg/s640/3949762016_72acf60b33.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Natalie and Dustin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W2yzOoh6I/AAAAAAAAB80/ImKwB5-ME0U/s1600-h/3949696902_f80f240612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W2yzOoh6I/AAAAAAAAB80/ImKwB5-ME0U/s640/3949696902_f80f240612.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lauren and Colin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W24KwxhrI/AAAAAAAAB9E/yIVvWqq1d1A/s1600-h/3949731352_9e8d225e11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W24KwxhrI/AAAAAAAAB9E/yIVvWqq1d1A/s640/3949731352_9e8d225e11.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Colin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W3Fb7L92I/AAAAAAAAB9k/QAXbNDzm9tE/s1600-h/3988246848_7fb59f59cf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W3Fb7L92I/AAAAAAAAB9k/QAXbNDzm9tE/s640/3988246848_7fb59f59cf.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The faux-tobooth photographers, Katie and Ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W3KVGawOI/AAAAAAAAB98/_BDGQaY8QCQ/s1600-h/3987483053_2f8a7c903b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W3KVGawOI/AAAAAAAAB98/_BDGQaY8QCQ/s640/3987483053_2f8a7c903b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W3I5daXRI/AAAAAAAAB90/wMK_8NYHew8/s1600-h/3988256980_0a87743e49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W3I5daXRI/AAAAAAAAB90/wMK_8NYHew8/s640/3988256980_0a87743e49.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rasheed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W3HmrLLSI/AAAAAAAAB9s/O-_Q85Wj66w/s1600-h/3988249858_03b453c264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W3HmrLLSI/AAAAAAAAB9s/O-_Q85Wj66w/s640/3988249858_03b453c264.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W2pq6y3MI/AAAAAAAAB8U/VYdjqMjsSWo/s1600-h/3948930455_1eb74bb2bb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W2pq6y3MI/AAAAAAAAB8U/VYdjqMjsSWo/s640/3948930455_1eb74bb2bb.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my two college roomies, Katie and Lauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W21PSmBwI/AAAAAAAAB88/EW3ktot4OoY/s1600-h/3949704692_818e71d62c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="436" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W21PSmBwI/AAAAAAAAB88/EW3ktot4OoY/s640/3949704692_818e71d62c.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like old times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W6CPB9Z1I/AAAAAAAAB-E/4RFLDeo-4jA/s1600-h/3948923307_82befb2f3b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W6CPB9Z1I/AAAAAAAAB-E/4RFLDeo-4jA/s640/3948923307_82befb2f3b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The teacup makes another appearance--not sure there's tea in it this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W6yt-rGII/AAAAAAAAB-8/tjHHB1ybpzM/s1600-h/3949777950_687f49f27f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W6yt-rGII/AAAAAAAAB-8/tjHHB1ybpzM/s640/3949777950_687f49f27f.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our frickin' adorable photographers being cheesy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W6qdJmmcI/AAAAAAAAB-k/EiB27VNf66Q/s1600-h/3949694666_73581c623e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W6qdJmmcI/AAAAAAAAB-k/EiB27VNf66Q/s640/3949694666_73581c623e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bride and groom shot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We got some pretty clever messages on the chalkboard, some very sweet ones, and, yes, some that were too inappropriate to share with you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I finally found a chalkboard of a suitable size!&amp;nbsp; When I came across it at Goodwill, it looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W-tNAvHVI/AAAAAAAAB_8/i1Nz3w7fvqQ/s1600-h/DSCN0320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W-tNAvHVI/AAAAAAAAB_8/i1Nz3w7fvqQ/s320/DSCN0320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I covered over it with chalkboard spray paint--super-easy project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W6ig6G9SI/AAAAAAAAB-M/i4dw9OvTeuc/s1600-h/3948908745_88c87e64a6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W6ig6G9SI/AAAAAAAAB-M/i4dw9OvTeuc/s640/3948908745_88c87e64a6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kinda speaks for itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W6kS0gWWI/AAAAAAAAB-U/aaunLhPyj8I/s1600-h/3948943477_955506449f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="444" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W6kS0gWWI/AAAAAAAAB-U/aaunLhPyj8I/s640/3948943477_955506449f.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They both really do love Transformers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W6w0FIsBI/AAAAAAAAB-0/lGGfEe28LXU/s1600-h/3949769352_78524c9b61.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W6w0FIsBI/AAAAAAAAB-0/lGGfEe28LXU/s640/3949769352_78524c9b61.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Groomsman Cody makes an appearance--not sure if he's referring to himself here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W60uOAGaI/AAAAAAAAB_E/a4OyuNV90Us/s1600-h/3987498823_2a1a86a202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W60uOAGaI/AAAAAAAAB_E/a4OyuNV90Us/s640/3987498823_2a1a86a202.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anne is subtly mocking my nerdly love for legal history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W7kK-oljI/AAAAAAAAB_0/xJwx7tnTqu8/s1600-h/3988261116_18cb7d55ff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W7kK-oljI/AAAAAAAAB_0/xJwx7tnTqu8/s640/3988261116_18cb7d55ff.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yuri gets the award for most creative use of mustache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W7ikh2hvI/AAAAAAAAB_s/dw49-hDeRE8/s1600-h/3988252364_f1a131be2e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W7ikh2hvI/AAAAAAAAB_s/dw49-hDeRE8/s640/3988252364_f1a131be2e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't really know what to say about that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W66ftsjVI/AAAAAAAAB_c/XyqmQJ4cJL0/s1600-h/4089394233_5a4e134fb4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W66ftsjVI/AAAAAAAAB_c/XyqmQJ4cJL0/s640/4089394233_5a4e134fb4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Definitely the sweetest message of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W7gUh333I/AAAAAAAAB_k/L2YjMxBabPw/s1600-h/3987509407_674efe38d9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W7gUh333I/AAAAAAAAB_k/L2YjMxBabPw/s640/3987509407_674efe38d9.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andres channels Sartre, quoting "Hell is other people (except Jason and Holley)."&amp;nbsp; Aww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W62_yYlXI/AAAAAAAAB_M/DTX9bRtlVCI/s1600-h/3988270094_13a0d37e73.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W62_yYlXI/AAAAAAAAB_M/DTX9bRtlVCI/s640/3988270094_13a0d37e73.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Haha.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I'm definitely the only one who gets this.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for making me laugh, Amanda and Deniz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W64GW2R5I/AAAAAAAAB_U/muiji33KnNg/s1600-h/4089383185_34e40383a5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W64GW2R5I/AAAAAAAAB_U/muiji33KnNg/s640/4089383185_34e40383a5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abi takes a rivalry a bit too far sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5XAJev3dDI/AAAAAAAACAE/9rjAQEjVSD4/s1600-h/katekitten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5XAJev3dDI/AAAAAAAACAE/9rjAQEjVSD4/s640/katekitten.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some Weddingbee love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W6ofNRNZI/AAAAAAAAB-c/g7pSbR5hs9I/s1600-h/3949759540_17c9264ae2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W6ofNRNZI/AAAAAAAAB-c/g7pSbR5hs9I/s640/3949759540_17c9264ae2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I saved the best for last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so glad we got to have a faux-tobooth at our wedding!&amp;nbsp; It was so much fun, and now we have these amazing photos forever.&amp;nbsp; Thanks again, Katie and Ben!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-2149332316438684326?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/2149332316438684326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=2149332316438684326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/2149332316438684326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/2149332316438684326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-faux-tobooth.html' title='Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  The Faux-tobooth'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S5W0Kf86VcI/AAAAAAAAB7k/jmVDcVmZixs/s72-c/4089405725_8a942be612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-2356098605655810457</id><published>2010-02-28T20:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:11:49.427-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reception decor'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  The Deets</title><content type='html'>Before I get to the end of my recaps (the dance party, the fauxtobooth, the sendoff, and the after party), I thought I'd share some of the cool details that personalized our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the flowers.&amp;nbsp; You've all seen close-ups of my bouquet, but here's another for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sYM5nCUdI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/0ho8rRjxeYo/s1600-h/141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sYM5nCUdI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/0ho8rRjxeYo/s640/141.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was filled with pink garden roses, cream spray roses, and dusty miller.&amp;nbsp; I was so in love with it!&amp;nbsp; I wish I would have paid more attention to it that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flower girls' bouquets were so cute and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sYgZuI-eI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/IAAuqPn97r4/s1600-h/233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sYgZuI-eI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/IAAuqPn97r4/s640/233.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were pink spray roses.&amp;nbsp; I loved how Abby, our florist at Barr Mansion, used little black pearl-headed pins to match the other black accents in the decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are&amp;nbsp; in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sZJH3P5RI/AAAAAAAAB1g/LQbZxwyTzGs/s1600-h/153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sZJH3P5RI/AAAAAAAAB1g/LQbZxwyTzGs/s640/153.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a close-up of one of the lovely bridesmaids' bouquets that I cropped for illustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sZT_B-aOI/AAAAAAAAB1o/Yj9H5By5cpc/s1600-h/163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sZT_B-aOI/AAAAAAAAB1o/Yj9H5By5cpc/s640/163.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was filled with cream garden roses, pink spray roses, and dusty miller.&amp;nbsp; Kind of the opposite of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The centerpieces were one of my favorite aspects of the decor.&amp;nbsp; I spent a lot of time deciding what I wanted them to look like, and Abby pulled my vision off perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sZuL89MHI/AAAAAAAAB1w/rhvO4SSlEIU/s1600-h/242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sZuL89MHI/AAAAAAAAB1w/rhvO4SSlEIU/s640/242.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted the flowers to somehow feel rustic and lush at the same time.&amp;nbsp; I wanted lots of greenery for a very organic feel.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sai9RQCVI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/QfMZwk6uP3Y/s1600-h/238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sai9RQCVI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/QfMZwk6uP3Y/s640/238.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I was going for a posh English garden aesthetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4salc4_rKI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/2my74ISvIa0/s1600-h/263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4salc4_rKI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/2my74ISvIa0/s640/263.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soy candles that I spent hours and hours making really paid off.&amp;nbsp; (And I will forever associate making candles with watching "Doogie Howser" on Hulu.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sammN9D3I/AAAAAAAAB2g/9PvPZeimzso/s1600-h/264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sammN9D3I/AAAAAAAAB2g/9PvPZeimzso/s640/264.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place settings were simple yet unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sbZv6029I/AAAAAAAAB2o/aU8AOahnd_0/s1600-h/249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sbZv6029I/AAAAAAAAB2o/aU8AOahnd_0/s640/249.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We included a sprig of rosemary, tied with a wee black satin ribbon onto the napkin, as well as our Moo cards featuring photos from our engagement shoot.&amp;nbsp; (The Moo cards also included instructions for uploading digi photos to Flickr for our guests who were so inclined.)&amp;nbsp; The tag you see poking out is one of the ones that I cut out using paper bags and Goccoed to say "Love, Holley &amp;amp; Jason."&amp;nbsp; I attached them to our test tube honey favors, like so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sb71SsLqI/AAAAAAAAB2w/tR7VtFk1_S4/s1600-h/243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sb71SsLqI/AAAAAAAAB2w/tR7VtFk1_S4/s640/243.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our other favors were boxes filled with homemade truffles--MOH Deniz and I spent the days leading up to the wedding slaving over these things.&amp;nbsp; OK, I admit: were it not for her, they would have never gotten made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4scQCaanZI/AAAAAAAAB28/JAlPtqj51D8/s1600-h/269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4scQCaanZI/AAAAAAAAB28/JAlPtqj51D8/s640/269.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The insides were plain chocolate, and each truffle had a different-flavored coating:&amp;nbsp; cocoa powder, chocolate with white sprinkles, and cinnamon sugar (the crowd pleaser).&amp;nbsp; I Goccoed the tops of the boxes in two different colors.&amp;nbsp; Here's what they looked like on the tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sc3uXi6wI/AAAAAAAAB3E/GPtX0GDa7Ak/s1600-h/267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sc3uXi6wI/AAAAAAAAB3E/GPtX0GDa7Ak/s640/267.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguably my favorite detail was the teacups that I painstakingly collected off of Ebay.&amp;nbsp; (Let me tell you right now:&amp;nbsp; vintage teacups are expensive!)&amp;nbsp; I thought they added a whimsical touch to our wedding and really brought the English garden theme together. I'm glad I added this project at the last minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sdRnawERI/AAAAAAAAB3M/a4ZZ9j8V7L4/s1600-h/246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sdRnawERI/AAAAAAAAB3M/a4ZZ9j8V7L4/s640/246.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't see it clearly, the sign that I made included a drawing of three mice sitting on the rim of a teacup--a nod to my Weddingbee moniker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sdW9zXomI/AAAAAAAAB3U/PhwvDmYipMI/s1600-h/365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sdW9zXomI/AAAAAAAAB3U/PhwvDmYipMI/s640/365.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited that people actually used the teacups!&amp;nbsp; This guest really seemed to enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sdnBgms4I/AAAAAAAAB3c/oRXVgs89W5Q/s1600-h/424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sdnBgms4I/AAAAAAAAB3c/oRXVgs89W5Q/s640/424.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other miscellaneous details included our program fans (that no one used because it rained and the wedding took place indoors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sePg_cFnI/AAAAAAAAB3k/HqIYld4kJ4U/s1600-h/252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sePg_cFnI/AAAAAAAAB3k/HqIYld4kJ4U/s640/252.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Poladroid wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4seYQg1DDI/AAAAAAAAB3s/dnJTCdf_XpY/s1600-h/255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4seYQg1DDI/AAAAAAAAB3s/dnJTCdf_XpY/s640/255.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sedc3noFI/AAAAAAAAB30/d40pE5CL1rE/s1600-h/420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4sedc3noFI/AAAAAAAAB30/d40pE5CL1rE/s640/420.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our guest book and card box signage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4seiWYakII/AAAAAAAAB38/cckc5OAzuxs/s1600-h/254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4seiWYakII/AAAAAAAAB38/cckc5OAzuxs/s640/254.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I don't have professional photos of the guest book.&amp;nbsp; (Totally my fault:&amp;nbsp; I never drew up a list of "must-have" shots for our photogs.&amp;nbsp; Learn from my mistake, people!)&amp;nbsp; I'll take some photos and share it with you guys soon, though.&amp;nbsp; Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All photos by &lt;a href="http://thenicholsblog.com/" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;the Nichols&lt;/a&gt;, terrible cropping by me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look/"&gt;First Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-dude-still-looks-pretty-hot-in-a-suit/"&gt;The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/15/our-rainy-day-wedding-da-bride/"&gt;Da Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-i/"&gt;Just Us Part I &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-ii/"&gt;Just Us Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/05/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-super-fly-bridal-party/"&gt;The Super-Fly Bridal Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/11/our-rainy-day-wedding-when-stuff-gets-wack-pre-ceremony/"&gt;When Stuff Gets Wack Pre-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1260051088003" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;Here Comes the (Bride) Sun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/21/our-rainy-day-wedding-ceremony-part-ii/"&gt;Ceremony Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/26/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-vows-the-rings-and-an-eff-up/"&gt;The Vows, the Rings, and an Eff-Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-you-can-stand-under-my-umbrella/"&gt;You Can Stand Under my Umbrella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-detlef-schrempf/"&gt;Detlef Schrempf &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-soundtrack/"&gt;The Soundtrack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/17/our-rainy-day-wedding-dinner-gets-rickrolled/#more-131078"&gt;Dinner Gets Rickrolled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-toasts/#more-131777"&gt;The 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-3818546062503655896</id><published>2010-02-23T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:06:16.968-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  The Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Remember my original cake inspiration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IW5SWLCLI/AAAAAAAABus/r5EVmUPrrlQ/s1600-h/3495446550_b615aaef90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IW5SWLCLI/AAAAAAAABus/r5EVmUPrrlQ/s640/3495446550_b615aaef90.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IW6UmIYjI/AAAAAAAABu0/pSc3u51maLM/s1600-h/3495449356_244993d58f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IW6UmIYjI/AAAAAAAABu0/pSc3u51maLM/s640/3495449356_244993d58f.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IW4lGPZYI/AAAAAAAABuk/PQkvYBNOGGs/s1600-h/3494310379_e740f59c22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IW4lGPZYI/AAAAAAAABuk/PQkvYBNOGGs/s640/3494310379_e740f59c22.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1266816728625"&gt;Source for above three images&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wasn't into wedding cakes at all until I happened upon this ribbony confection.&amp;nbsp; At first, our venue's coordinator expressed doubt as to whether the baker could recreate something like this in tiered form.&amp;nbsp; But after I sent the baker these photos, she was positive she could make this cake for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I left it in her hands and was pleasantly surprised on our wedding day to find that she'd gone above and beyond what I expected in bringing our cake vision to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IZGrsCsRI/AAAAAAAABu8/Lrijyl4hQfA/s1600-h/359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IZGrsCsRI/AAAAAAAABu8/Lrijyl4hQfA/s640/359.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IZLbIlprI/AAAAAAAABvE/0KEHetytueQ/s1600-h/360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IZLbIlprI/AAAAAAAABvE/0KEHetytueQ/s640/360.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IZSQ28VyI/AAAAAAAABvM/94SJWB9ORy0/s1600-h/362.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IZSQ28VyI/AAAAAAAABvM/94SJWB9ORy0/s640/362.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our tasting last summer, we chose the apple cake with brown sugar frosting.&amp;nbsp; The inside of the cake was a lovely, light brown color.&amp;nbsp; I thought the buttercream ribbons looked gorgeous in the off- white color.&amp;nbsp; I liked that the flower accents were small and subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, you can see more of the setup with our black-and-white photos (taken by SIL J-Dawg) and the Dude's cookie tower grooms' cake. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IaQhyCwlI/AAAAAAAABvU/F1YMCpXMlIw/s1600-h/8718_985803285230_7902253_56007773_4349713_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IaQhyCwlI/AAAAAAAABvU/F1YMCpXMlIw/s640/8718_985803285230_7902253_56007773_4349713_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Non-pro photo taken by a guest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IaR6HfU6I/AAAAAAAABvc/HoUSu1TUAjY/s1600-h/8718_985803260280_7902253_56007769_6219078_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IaR6HfU6I/AAAAAAAABvc/HoUSu1TUAjY/s640/8718_985803260280_7902253_56007769_6219078_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Non-pro photo taken by a guest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And here are some close-ups of the cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IdOYsiXjI/AAAAAAAABw0/_-vA5fHxJsc/s1600-h/357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IdOYsiXjI/AAAAAAAABw0/_-vA5fHxJsc/s640/357.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were supposed to be homemade by me, but I ended up going with our favorite local cookie delivery place to save my sanity.&amp;nbsp; (If you live in Dallas or Austin, definitely check out &lt;a href="http://www.tiffstreats.com/"&gt;Tiff's Treats&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Yum!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IdPe7oqII/AAAAAAAABw8/qtkCXxsawbk/s1600-h/358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IdPe7oqII/AAAAAAAABw8/qtkCXxsawbk/s640/358.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now for some cake-cutting action shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4Ia-aGGrII/AAAAAAAABvk/oTQlAY56yWw/s1600-h/404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4Ia-aGGrII/AAAAAAAABvk/oTQlAY56yWw/s640/404.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IbHwh0XNI/AAAAAAAABvs/gWLBL3enHZk/s1600-h/405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IbHwh0XNI/AAAAAAAABvs/gWLBL3enHZk/s640/405.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Dude fed me, playing it sweet, as previously agreed. (That was the only bite of cake I got all night!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4Ib6wEHnjI/AAAAAAAABwU/eVglo1PT8UY/s1600-h/406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4Ib6wEHnjI/AAAAAAAABwU/eVglo1PT8UY/s640/406.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I returned the favor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IcMB7rMQI/AAAAAAAABwc/rVUY7I_SiYM/s1600-h/407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IcMB7rMQI/AAAAAAAABwc/rVUY7I_SiYM/s640/407.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This next move got a big "Awww" from our guests.&amp;nbsp; I swear, it was totally instinctual--I have to wipe stuff out of the Dude's beard all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IcY4kPGfI/AAAAAAAABwk/jj8FlII6e_0/s1600-h/408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IcY4kPGfI/AAAAAAAABwk/jj8FlII6e_0/s640/408.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not sure what he's saying to me here, but I bet it was something nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IcoaxSFcI/AAAAAAAABws/OVvpxuBuMM8/s1600-h/409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IcoaxSFcI/AAAAAAAABws/OVvpxuBuMM8/s640/409.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All photos by &lt;a href="http://thenicholsblog.com/" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;the Nichols&lt;/a&gt;, unless otherwise noted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look/"&gt;First Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-dude-still-looks-pretty-hot-in-a-suit/"&gt;The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/15/our-rainy-day-wedding-da-bride/"&gt;Da Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-i/"&gt;Just Us Part I &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-ii/"&gt;Just Us Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/05/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-super-fly-bridal-party/"&gt;The Super-Fly Bridal Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/11/our-rainy-day-wedding-when-stuff-gets-wack-pre-ceremony/"&gt;When Stuff Gets Wack Pre-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1264051088003" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;Here Comes the (Bride) Sun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/21/our-rainy-day-wedding-ceremony-part-ii/"&gt;Ceremony Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/26/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-vows-the-rings-and-an-eff-up/"&gt;The Vows, the Rings, and an Eff-Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-you-can-stand-under-my-umbrella/"&gt;You Can Stand Under my Umbrella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-detlef-schrempf/"&gt;Detlef Schrempf &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-soundtrack/"&gt;The Soundtrack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/17/our-rainy-day-wedding-dinner-gets-rickrolled/#more-131078"&gt;Dinner Gets Rickrolled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-toasts/#more-131777"&gt;The Toasts&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; 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MOH Deniz and Best Man Curtis joined us onstage for the traditional toasts. (As an aside, I had to pee &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; bad at this point.&amp;nbsp; I know that I was the bride, and everyone would've waited for me--but dinner had already gone long.&amp;nbsp; We wanted to make sure that there was plenty of time for fauxtobooth fun and dancing, so I just went with it.&amp;nbsp; But now you know why I look a little antsy in some of the following photos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4If8fn6KlI/AAAAAAAABxE/maA5WaPJDz4/s1600-h/383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4If8fn6KlI/AAAAAAAABxE/maA5WaPJDz4/s640/383.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Man Curtis and the Dude have been friends since their sophomore year of college.&amp;nbsp; They bonded over a love of statistics and college football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IhawbMueI/AAAAAAAABxM/zTVjdBQ8m6o/s1600-h/385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IhawbMueI/AAAAAAAABxM/zTVjdBQ8m6o/s640/385.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not sure what the Dude is shrugging about here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us had heard Curtis give a speech before, and we were totally impressed by his skills.&amp;nbsp; His speech was heartfelt without being sentimental, and he made everyone laugh from the first line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IhnJda6iI/AAAAAAAABxU/W_bCqF_w7Aw/s1600-h/388.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IhnJda6iI/AAAAAAAABxU/W_bCqF_w7Aw/s640/388.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really remember specifically is that he talked about a song he and the Dude had written together in college--to the tune of Oasis's "Wonderwall"--called "Candy Bar."&amp;nbsp; One of our friends misheard him and yelled out "Cannonball!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IhphTWRJI/AAAAAAAABxc/45Dy4WQdIJU/s1600-h/394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IhphTWRJI/AAAAAAAABxc/45Dy4WQdIJU/s640/394.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The guys share a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then it was MOH Deniz's turn.&amp;nbsp; I've known Deniz since the summer before our junior year of college, when we studied together in England.&amp;nbsp; We've been through a lot together in a relatively short time, and I count her among my best friends in the whole world.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IiQRrcAmI/AAAAAAAABxs/4OD0RSX2sE8/s1600-h/396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IiQRrcAmI/AAAAAAAABxs/4OD0RSX2sE8/s640/396.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Deniz has a unique perspective on my and the Dude's relationship, as she was there the night we met.&amp;nbsp; She was also around a lot during the early stages of our relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IivaIdnPI/AAAAAAAABx0/ZF6VsXaPEXM/s1600-h/397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IivaIdnPI/AAAAAAAABx0/ZF6VsXaPEXM/s640/397.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She was very nervous about giving this speech, but she did a great job!&amp;nbsp; True to her personality, Deniz overshared just a tad in her toast.&amp;nbsp; She told the story about how the Dude and I almost broke up about three months into our relationship.&amp;nbsp; She started that part of the speech with, "The Dude did something very, very stupid.&amp;nbsp; He broke up with Miss Mouse."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The following picture shows how shocked and awkward the Dude and I felt that she brought this up.&amp;nbsp; (Also, see my above comment about having to pee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IjPH4PLAI/AAAAAAAABx8/jdoqOGBwfzI/s1600-h/398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IjPH4PLAI/AAAAAAAABx8/jdoqOGBwfzI/s640/398.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the toast was very honest and sweet and totally, characteristically "Deniz."&amp;nbsp; The Dude's family is pretty protective of him, though, so I hope none of them took offense.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IkoxTt2cI/AAAAAAAAByE/IZpKHAyzu10/s1600-h/392.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IkoxTt2cI/AAAAAAAAByE/IZpKHAyzu10/s640/392.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Dude went next, giving a short and sweet toast just thanking everyone for coming.&amp;nbsp; I had intended to speak with him, but I was paralyzed by my fear of public speaking (and to be honest, all I could think about at this point is how much I had to pee!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IkwLKGwhI/AAAAAAAAByM/7oRi_WrbrWg/s1600-h/399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IkwLKGwhI/AAAAAAAAByM/7oRi_WrbrWg/s640/399.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IkxVKki1I/AAAAAAAAByU/_9rFm0y1q2I/s1600-h/401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4IkxVKki1I/AAAAAAAAByU/_9rFm0y1q2I/s640/401.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the toasts were finished, everyone clinked glasses.&amp;nbsp; "To us!"&amp;nbsp; Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4ImFW5qzuI/AAAAAAAAByc/MSIy7KA50f8/s1600-h/403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4ImFW5qzuI/AAAAAAAAByc/MSIy7KA50f8/s640/403.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Up next:&amp;nbsp; the cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All photos by &lt;a href="http://thenicholsblog.com/" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;the Nichols&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look/"&gt;First Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-dude-still-looks-pretty-hot-in-a-suit/"&gt;The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/15/our-rainy-day-wedding-da-bride/"&gt;Da Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-i/"&gt;Just Us Part I &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-ii/"&gt;Just Us Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/05/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-super-fly-bridal-party/"&gt;The Super-Fly Bridal Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/11/our-rainy-day-wedding-when-stuff-gets-wack-pre-ceremony/"&gt;When Stuff Gets Wack Pre-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1264051088003" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;Here Comes the (Bride) Sun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/21/our-rainy-day-wedding-ceremony-part-ii/"&gt;Ceremony Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/26/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-vows-the-rings-and-an-eff-up/"&gt;The Vows, the Rings, and an Eff-Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-you-can-stand-under-my-umbrella/"&gt;You Can Stand Under my Umbrella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-detlef-schrempf/"&gt;Detlef Schrempf &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-soundtrack/"&gt;The Soundtrack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/17/our-rainy-day-wedding-dinner-gets-rickrolled/"&gt;Dinner Gets Rickrolled&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-215549074095734054?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/215549074095734054/comments/default' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S4If8fn6KlI/AAAAAAAABxE/maA5WaPJDz4/s72-c/383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-5242633426909547059</id><published>2010-02-17T00:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:02:45.059-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  Dinner Gets Rickrolled</title><content type='html'>So there we were, minding our own business at our sweetheart table: eating our wedding dinner, chatting with guests as they stopped by our table, and letting our ears fill with the sweet sounds of our &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-soundtrack/"&gt;perfect playlist&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S3uCIU8sP-I/AAAAAAAABtk/dhSVAy8z6z8/s1600-h/379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S3uCIU8sP-I/AAAAAAAABtk/dhSVAy8z6z8/s640/379.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can see our sweetheart table in the middle here, though we're not sitting in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was sitting on the side facing the bar and our Ipod set-up, and the Dude was facing the opposite wall.&amp;nbsp; I noticed out of the corner of my eye my SIL, J-Dawg, fiddling with the stereo, but honestly it didn't really register with me what she was doing.&amp;nbsp; Obviously, I was a bit preoccupied with enjoying my delicious veggie lasagna and chatting with my brand new husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All of a sudden, we hear this song blasting from the speakers, about three times as loud as our ambient music had been only seconds earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQw4w9WgXcQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQw4w9WgXcQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing we know, our coordinator, Rick, is tearing across the room toward the Ipod, trying to "fix" the problem.&amp;nbsp; It took the Dude and me several seconds to realize what was happening--our wedding was being &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rickroll"&gt;Rickrolled&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of our guests (especially the younger ones) figured out that it was a Rickroll and explained it to a lot of the others.&amp;nbsp; Then, as we made our way from table to table--thanking everyone for coming and trying to talk to each person who had made it out--we were able to explain it to those who were still confused and laugh about it some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, this moment is one of my favorite of the whole day.&amp;nbsp; It was totally unexpected, and it made us laugh our heads off (especially at the look on our coordinator's face--sheer terror!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I don't believe in the concept of a wedding recap post without pictures, I'll leave you guys with some photos of our scrumptious buffet set-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S3uFt2NHqGI/AAAAAAAABts/P4lK6wtnq4A/s1600-h/371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S3uFt2NHqGI/AAAAAAAABts/P4lK6wtnq4A/s640/371.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trio of artisan breads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S3uGElBxmyI/AAAAAAAABuE/hi-kH7QNeeQ/s1600-h/377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S3uGElBxmyI/AAAAAAAABuE/hi-kH7QNeeQ/s640/377.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Green Salad with a Cranberry Vinaigrette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S3uGAarhljI/AAAAAAAABt0/_x3S8dwcNvA/s1600-h/374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S3uGAarhljI/AAAAAAAABt0/_x3S8dwcNvA/s640/374.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veggie Greek Lasagna (the best lasagna in the whole world)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S3uGCDa04lI/AAAAAAAABt8/ZTkiGbPauEg/s1600-h/376.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S3uGCDa04lI/AAAAAAAABt8/ZTkiGbPauEg/s640/376.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beef Tenderloin with Bacon Herb Butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Up next:&amp;nbsp; Toasts!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All photos by &lt;a href="http://thenicholsblog.com/" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;the Nichols&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look/"&gt;First Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-dude-still-looks-pretty-hot-in-a-suit/"&gt;The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/15/our-rainy-day-wedding-da-bride/"&gt;Da Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-i/"&gt;Just Us Part I &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-ii/"&gt;Just Us Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/05/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-super-fly-bridal-party/"&gt;The Super-Fly Bridal Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/11/our-rainy-day-wedding-when-stuff-gets-wack-pre-ceremony/"&gt;When Stuff Gets Wack Pre-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1264051088003" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;Here Comes the (Bride) Sun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/21/our-rainy-day-wedding-ceremony-part-ii/"&gt;Ceremony Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/26/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-vows-the-rings-and-an-eff-up/"&gt;The Vows, the Rings, and an Eff-Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-you-can-stand-under-my-umbrella/"&gt;You Can Stand Under my Umbrella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-detlef-schrempf/"&gt;Detlef Schrempf&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-soundtrack/"&gt;The Soundtrack&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-5242633426909547059?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/5242633426909547059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=5242633426909547059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5242633426909547059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5242633426909547059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-rainy-day-wedding-dinner-gets.html' title='Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  Dinner Gets Rickrolled'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S3uCIU8sP-I/AAAAAAAABtk/dhSVAy8z6z8/s72-c/379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-1327725279513533636</id><published>2010-02-09T00:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:57:59.613-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  The Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>Before I reveal the big surprise from our reception dinner, I'd like to take a moment to share with you one of my favorite aspects of our wedding:&amp;nbsp; the dinner music.&amp;nbsp; The Dude and I had a very strong vision for what we wanted our guests to hear as they munched down on the yummy organic food, and it wasn't your typical wedding music.&amp;nbsp; No Michael Buble, Frank Sinatra, or Motown in sight (not that we don't chill to some Marvin Gaye or Al Green when the time is right).&amp;nbsp; Instead, we wanted music that set a &lt;i&gt;dreamy&lt;/i&gt; mood.&amp;nbsp; For us, that meant fuzzy guitars, minor keys, shoegaze, local artists, indie bands, and a few unexpected classics.&amp;nbsp; We didn't pay attention to lyrics--at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to share the whole playlist with you guys at this time, as it's something I'm very proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S3ECxl0W9gI/AAAAAAAABs8/ufH8yoQ7uXI/s1600-h/radiohead-15-steps-against-the-collapse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S3ECxl0W9gI/AAAAAAAABs8/ufH8yoQ7uXI/s400/radiohead-15-steps-against-the-collapse.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gstaadblog.wordpress.com/2008/04/30/radiohead-takes-on-human-rights-sweatshops-and-trafficking/"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"House of Cards" by Radiohead (In Rainbows)*&lt;br /&gt;"Starrsha" by Ringo Deathstarr (Ringo Deathstarr)&lt;br /&gt;"All You Ever Wanted" by The Black Keys (Attack &amp;amp; Release)&lt;br /&gt;"Dead Sound" by The Raveonettes (Lust, Lust, Lust)&lt;br /&gt;"Working Part Time" by The Henry Clay People (For Cheap or for Free)&lt;br /&gt;"Not Fade Away" by the Rolling Stones (Big Hits: High Tide and Green Grass)&lt;br /&gt;"Run" by Air (Talkie Walkie)&lt;br /&gt;"1979" by Smashing Pumpkins (Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S3EDBkC19aI/AAAAAAAABtE/TSaVFcoqsbg/s1600-h/m83.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S3EDBkC19aI/AAAAAAAABtE/TSaVFcoqsbg/s400/m83.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://foramusementonly.wordpress.com/2008/12/15/favorite-albums-2008/"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Guess I'm Floating" by M83 (Before the Dawn Heals Us)&lt;br /&gt;"Stars" by Hum (You'd Prefer an Astronaut)&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Yoko!" by John Lennon (Rushmore soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;"Glad Girls" by Guided by Voices (Isolation Drills)&lt;br /&gt;"Dead Flowers" by Townes Van Zandt (The Big Lebowski soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;"Fight Test" by The Flaming Lips (Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots)&lt;br /&gt;"Night at the Danceclub" by For Those Who Know (For Those Who Know)&lt;br /&gt;"Bell Bottom Blues" by Derek &amp;amp; the Dominoes (Layla)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S3EDrW_ukjI/AAAAAAAABtM/faeO62ei1Gs/s1600-h/fleet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S3EDrW_ukjI/AAAAAAAABtM/faeO62ei1Gs/s400/fleet.jpg" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://untossedcoin.wordpress.com/2009/05/"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He Doesn't Know Why" by Fleet Foxes (Fleet Foxes)&lt;br /&gt;"Idioteque" by Radiohead (Kid A)&lt;br /&gt;"Knot Comes Loose" by My Morning Jacket (Z)&lt;br /&gt;"Maps" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs (Fever to Tell)&lt;br /&gt;"The First Song" by Band of Horses (Everything All the Time)&lt;br /&gt;"Sweetness" by Yes (Buffalo '66 soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;"Inside on a Day Like Today?&amp;nbsp; I'm Outraged!" by Meryll (You've Got Cousins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S3EEAj6CeEI/AAAAAAAABtU/2l1udB1UtYE/s1600-h/My_Bloody_Valentine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S3EEAj6CeEI/AAAAAAAABtU/2l1udB1UtYE/s400/My_Bloody_Valentine.jpg" width="394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MyBloodyValentine"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come in Alone" by My Bloody Valentine (Loveless)&lt;br /&gt;"Hotel California" by Gipsy Kings (The Big Lebowski soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet Darlin'" by She &amp;amp; Him (Volume One) &lt;br /&gt;"Tangerine" by Led Zeppelin (Led Zeppelin III)&lt;br /&gt;"Hoppipolla" by Sigur Ros (Takk . . . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think more than anything else at our wedding, the dinner music really reflected who we are as a couple.&amp;nbsp; We got so many compliments on it, too!&amp;nbsp; Even though it's not everyone's cup of tea, I think most of our guests appreciated the change of pace from "typical" wedding music.&amp;nbsp; I know our photographers did--they told us it was the best music they'd ever heard at a wedding.&amp;nbsp; That might have been my favorite compliment from the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am left with the oh-so-difficult task of selecting one song from this list of our favorites to sum up our wedding dinner master playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't easy, but here you go. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nExP9PKOnPs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nExP9PKOnPs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Song title followed by artist, with album name in parentheses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look/"&gt;First Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-dude-still-looks-pretty-hot-in-a-suit/"&gt;The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/15/our-rainy-day-wedding-da-bride/"&gt;Da Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-i/"&gt;Just Us Part I &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-ii/"&gt;Just Us Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/05/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-super-fly-bridal-party/"&gt;The Super-Fly Bridal Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/11/our-rainy-day-wedding-when-stuff-gets-wack-pre-ceremony/"&gt;When Stuff Gets Wack Pre-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1264051088003" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;Here Comes the (Bride) Sun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/21/our-rainy-day-wedding-ceremony-part-ii/"&gt;Ceremony Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/26/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-vows-the-rings-and-an-eff-up/"&gt;The Vows, the Rings, and an Eff-Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-you-can-stand-under-my-umbrella/"&gt;You Can Stand Under my Umbrella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/02/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-detlef-schrempf/"&gt;Detlef Schrempf &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-1327725279513533636?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/1327725279513533636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=1327725279513533636' title='2 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-3591021814726946486</id><published>2010-02-02T23:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:38:30.364-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  Detlef Schrempf</title><content type='html'>When we reentered the barn after taking a few post-wedding pics, the room had been transformed from our ceremony space into a magical English garden wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kGi2wMAPI/AAAAAAAABrM/Fmw6t4XJoT8/s1600-h/238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kGi2wMAPI/AAAAAAAABrM/Fmw6t4XJoT8/s640/238.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kGl_UiDJI/AAAAAAAABrk/oPw8ilWe61U/s1600-h/368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kGl_UiDJI/AAAAAAAABrk/oPw8ilWe61U/s640/368.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kGmk0xE-I/AAAAAAAABrs/AOBUntHoCDA/s1600-h/381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kGmk0xE-I/AAAAAAAABrs/AOBUntHoCDA/s640/381.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle Tommy announced us as we entered the barn.&amp;nbsp; Our friends and family clapped and cheered as we made our first appearance as husband and wife--what a rush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd planned on doing the first dance before dinner to get it out of the way.&amp;nbsp; So after a couple minutes of mingling, the Dude and I stepped out into the center of the room as our Ipod played this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eYhrCsgHa0k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eYhrCsgHa0k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kIprykHeI/AAAAAAAABr0/NnF4DDTq900/s1600-h/343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kIprykHeI/AAAAAAAABr0/NnF4DDTq900/s640/343.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kIq7srukI/AAAAAAAABr8/hOkBKQadRAk/s1600-h/341.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kIq7srukI/AAAAAAAABr8/hOkBKQadRAk/s640/341.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kItCTXYLI/AAAAAAAABsE/kyO1ffFH8oo/s1600-h/346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kItCTXYLI/AAAAAAAABsE/kyO1ffFH8oo/s640/346.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took awhile for people to catch on that we were dancing, which was good!&amp;nbsp; Less time to be the center of attention!&amp;nbsp; As I said earlier, we'd barely practiced our dance the night before.&amp;nbsp; We played it pretty safe, swaying back and forth with a spin every now and then for effect.&amp;nbsp; I kept having to tell the Dude to slow down--I guess he was too nervous/excited to keep the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kJt57cetI/AAAAAAAABsM/zaeq1xLY0Q8/s1600-h/350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kJt57cetI/AAAAAAAABsM/zaeq1xLY0Q8/s640/350.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kJu8p8D_I/AAAAAAAABsU/F--DHSfSNZQ/s1600-h/352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kJu8p8D_I/AAAAAAAABsU/F--DHSfSNZQ/s640/352.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kJvxf_2KI/AAAAAAAABsc/7lPkcvClQa0/s1600-h/355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kJvxf_2KI/AAAAAAAABsc/7lPkcvClQa0/s640/355.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kJw8Hn2kI/AAAAAAAABsk/Gs2OQFhZNzg/s1600-h/356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kJw8Hn2kI/AAAAAAAABsk/Gs2OQFhZNzg/s640/356.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon the song was over, and our coordinator, Rick, was asking me what I wanted to drink.&amp;nbsp; My friend Andi came up to give me a hug and then tucked a piece of my hair that was falling down back into place.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, there is nothing like being a bride.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to mingle with our guests for a little longer as staff finished preparing dinner.&amp;nbsp; Kind of an impromptu cocktail hour, though it couldn't have been more than 15-20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kKqSbRBYI/AAAAAAAABss/-5iIGJJDLTg/s1600-h/378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kKqSbRBYI/AAAAAAAABss/-5iIGJJDLTg/s640/378.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up:&amp;nbsp; Dinner and our biggest surprise of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All photos by &lt;a href="http://thenicholsblog.com/" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;the Nichols&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look/"&gt;First Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-dude-still-looks-pretty-hot-in-a-suit/"&gt;The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/15/our-rainy-day-wedding-da-bride/"&gt;Da Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-i/"&gt;Just Us Part I &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-ii/"&gt;Just Us Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/05/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-super-fly-bridal-party/"&gt;The Super-Fly Bridal Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/11/our-rainy-day-wedding-when-stuff-gets-wack-pre-ceremony/"&gt;When Stuff Gets Wack Pre-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1264051088003" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;Here Comes the (Bride) Sun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/21/our-rainy-day-wedding-ceremony-part-ii/"&gt;Ceremony Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/26/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-vows-the-rings-and-an-eff-up/"&gt;The Vows, the Rings, and an Eff-Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-you-can-stand-under-my-umbrella/"&gt;You Can Stand Under my Umbrella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-3591021814726946486?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/3591021814726946486/comments/default' title='Post 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2kGi2wMAPI/AAAAAAAABrM/Fmw6t4XJoT8/s72-c/238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-6043512071251128825</id><published>2010-01-28T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:24:55.433-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  You Can Stand Under my Umbrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After our officiant announced us as husband and wife for the first time, our guitarist played us back down the aisle with this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rF8khJ7P4Wg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rF8khJ7P4Wg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Play while you read!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What better song could there have been to accompany us as we made our way, together, out into the rain? (Well, besides a certain Rihanna song.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily staff was right there to hand us an umbrella.&amp;nbsp; We ended up getting some of my favorite shots of the day at this point, and they were totally unplanned!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2JppCFCdMI/AAAAAAAABps/tv6H3iT5h5o/s1600-h/332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2JppCFCdMI/AAAAAAAABps/tv6H3iT5h5o/s640/332.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2Jppx6yTWI/AAAAAAAABp0/m9JJFsDCP0E/s1600-h/334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2Jppx6yTWI/AAAAAAAABp0/m9JJFsDCP0E/s640/334.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kind of love that the umbrella doesn't match anything.&amp;nbsp; Looks less like an Anthropologie catalog and more like a real-life moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2JpriLS-8I/AAAAAAAABp8/bMxiyWg6A78/s1600-h/338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2JpriLS-8I/AAAAAAAABp8/bMxiyWg6A78/s640/338.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2JptiXtAUI/AAAAAAAABqE/BAkI-aDy-cs/s1600-h/339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2JptiXtAUI/AAAAAAAABqE/BAkI-aDy-cs/s640/339.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After frolicking in the rain as fresh newlyweds, we headed back to the mansion to tie up one pretty important loose end--signing the marriage license!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOH Deniz didn't have too many personal requests for the wedding day, but she was really looking forward to signing the marriage license as one of our witnesses!&amp;nbsp; Although our officiant offered to sign, MOH Deniz was having none of that!&amp;nbsp; I'm glad she was able to sign it because now anytime I take the license out to look at it, I will see my best friend's signature, symbolizing her approval of my marriage to the Dude--pretty cool!&amp;nbsp; Especially considering that she was there with us on the night we met!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2Jq6W_q19I/AAAAAAAABq8/Pli9AnNcXyk/s1600-h/316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2Jq6W_q19I/AAAAAAAABq8/Pli9AnNcXyk/s640/316.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the marriage license was signed, our officiant Spike took it with her to mail off for us--so nice that we didn't have to do it ourselves!&amp;nbsp; Then we squeezed in a few family portraits before the reception really got going.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2JqkKD8R-I/AAAAAAAABqc/kqdlc_ET3x4/s1600-h/322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2JqkKD8R-I/AAAAAAAABqc/kqdlc_ET3x4/s640/322.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Dude's Side (though we unfortunately didn't get J Dawg's boyfriend in the picture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2JqkxAKyII/AAAAAAAABqk/5C4ukKhGz9o/s1600-h/325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2JqkxAKyII/AAAAAAAABqk/5C4ukKhGz9o/s640/325.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Mouse Crew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2JqmLYQelI/AAAAAAAABqs/w1gwqxZdmqA/s1600-h/326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2JqmLYQelI/AAAAAAAABqs/w1gwqxZdmqA/s640/326.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now you can really see just how much I look like my mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2JqnL5k1rI/AAAAAAAABq0/1fzYmDP4tQU/s1600-h/329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2JqnL5k1rI/AAAAAAAABq0/1fzYmDP4tQU/s640/329.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my two "little" brothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enough with the pictures!&amp;nbsp; We were ready to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2JputFTYiI/AAAAAAAABqM/nSRqWSnptmI/s1600-h/340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2JputFTYiI/AAAAAAAABqM/nSRqWSnptmI/s640/340.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2JwC1wLScI/AAAAAAAABrE/58J0APN5CMU/s1600-h/10332_1244651998882_1306851601_30724204_2391616_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2JwC1wLScI/AAAAAAAABrE/58J0APN5CMU/s640/10332_1244651998882_1306851601_30724204_2391616_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by my cousin Julie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Up next:&amp;nbsp; I finally reveal our first dance song (and photos, of course)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All photos by &lt;a href="http://thenicholsblog.com/" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;the Nichols&lt;/a&gt;, unless otherwise noted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look/"&gt;First Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-dude-still-looks-pretty-hot-in-a-suit/"&gt;The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/15/our-rainy-day-wedding-da-bride/"&gt;Da Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-i/"&gt;Just Us Part I &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-ii/"&gt;Just Us Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/05/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-super-fly-bridal-party/"&gt;The Super-Fly Bridal Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/11/our-rainy-day-wedding-when-stuff-gets-wack-pre-ceremony/"&gt;When Stuff Gets Wack Pre-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1264051088003" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;Here Comes the (Bride) Sun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/21/our-rainy-day-wedding-ceremony-part-ii/"&gt;Ceremony Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/26/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-vows-the-rings-and-an-eff-up/"&gt;The Vows, the Rings, and an Eff-Up &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-6043512071251128825?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/6043512071251128825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=6043512071251128825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/6043512071251128825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/6043512071251128825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-you-can-stand.html' title='Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  You Can Stand Under my Umbrella'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S2JppCFCdMI/AAAAAAAABps/tv6H3iT5h5o/s72-c/332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-2192330482328285038</id><published>2010-01-25T23:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:00:38.780-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceremony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  The Vows, the Rings and an Eff-Up</title><content type='html'>After the handfasting, our officiant, Spike, read the following poem, by Alice Walker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beyond What" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We reach for destinies beyond&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what we have come to know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and in the romantic hush&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;of promises&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;perceive each&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the other's life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;as known mystery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shared. But inviolate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No melting. No squeezing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;into One.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We swing our eyes around&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;as well as side to side&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;to see the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To choose, renounce,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this, or that--&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;call it a council between equals&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;call it love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S16CU7sGh1I/AAAAAAAABo0/w6M8_q-hgWE/s1600-h/304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S16CU7sGh1I/AAAAAAAABo0/w6M8_q-hgWE/s640/304.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I know the poem in some ways contradicts the &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/21/our-rainy-day-wedding-ceremony-part-ii/"&gt;Plato reading&lt;/a&gt;, whose main idea is that a person is always seeking her soulmate and when she finds him or her, they miraculously join together as one.&amp;nbsp; But somehow I believe in the meanings behind both readings--that the Dude and I are one and that we are individuals, equals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faster than seemed possible, it was time to say our vows.&amp;nbsp; We chose to do traditional vows for a couple of reasons.&amp;nbsp; First, we're lazy, and writing your own vows takes a lot of work.&amp;nbsp; Second, we're pretty shy when it comes to expressing our feelings in front of strangers. (Hey, we stood up in front of all of these people and got married--shouldn't that be enough?)&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Finally, there's just something moving about the old school vows, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S15-pd7pa9I/AAAAAAAABn8/iHwi0Qu0ywE/s1600-h/299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S15-pd7pa9I/AAAAAAAABn8/iHwi0Qu0ywE/s640/299.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I the Dude, take you Miss Mouse, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S15-qZQza1I/AAAAAAAABoE/kGmkbR4Pxyc/s1600-h/300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S15-qZQza1I/AAAAAAAABoE/kGmkbR4Pxyc/s640/300.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I Miss Mouse, take you the Dude, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for the rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In honor of these vows, Miss Mouse and the Dude wish to exchange rings that will serve as a symbol of the wholeness of the words they speak today and of the love for each other that they will carry with them. The rings are a symbol of unity, but not of possession; of joining, but not of restricting; of encirclement, but not of entrapment. For love cannot be possessed, nor can it be restricted.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S15_3hVkqfI/AAAAAAAABoM/EmY8M653G4U/s1600-h/301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S15_3hVkqfI/AAAAAAAABoM/EmY8M653G4U/s640/301.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spike read the following lines and the Dude repeated them as he placed my ring on my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I give you this ring as a sign of our lifelong commitment,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a sign of our unending love and faithfulness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;to remind me of the vows I have made this day&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and a pledge to honor you and grow with you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;for the rest of our lives together. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S15_4vaekJI/AAAAAAAABoU/RSQdOXZjUHw/s1600-h/302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S15_4vaekJI/AAAAAAAABoU/RSQdOXZjUHw/s640/302.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I give you this ring as a sign of our lifelong commitment,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a sign of our unending love and faithfulness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;to remind me of the vows I have made this day&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and a pledge to honor you and grow with you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;for the rest of our lives together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;This is where the major eff-up came in.&amp;nbsp; I was so nervous that when Spike continued on to the next line, I accidentally repeated it, too!&amp;nbsp; Ugh, that's what I get for going last.&amp;nbsp; When Spike said, "Hey, that's &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; line!" everyone in the room cracked up.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure I turned about eight shades of red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S16BLxImYcI/AAAAAAAABoc/iSioJMip9OM/s1600-h/303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S16BLxImYcI/AAAAAAAABoc/iSioJMip9OM/s640/303.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My "I'm so embarrassed" face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;May these rings be, from this day forward, your most treasured adornment, and may the love they symbolize, be your most precious possession. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I didn't have too long to be embarrassed because the ceremony was coming to a close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Dude and Miss Mouse, in so much as the two of you have proclaimed your love and commitment for each other here today before these witnesses of family and friends, it is with great joy and the authority vested in me by the state of Texas that I now pronounce you husband and wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you may now kiss each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S16ERrugltI/AAAAAAAABpE/EKop8d6LdZs/s1600-h/305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S16ERrugltI/AAAAAAAABpE/EKop8d6LdZs/s640/305.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S16CBZad5zI/AAAAAAAABos/SxWxXvbxbko/s1600-h/306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S16CBZad5zI/AAAAAAAABos/SxWxXvbxbko/s640/306.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, I present the Dude and Miss Mouse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S16CVkpL-SI/AAAAAAAABo8/W8b7oRgF_ug/s1600-h/308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S16CVkpL-SI/AAAAAAAABo8/W8b7oRgF_ug/s640/308.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, we were official!&amp;nbsp; We just had to get the marriage licensed signed and take some photos with our families, and then it was time to party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All photos by &lt;a href="http://thenicholsblog.com/" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;the Nichols&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look/"&gt;First Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-dude-still-looks-pretty-hot-in-a-suit/"&gt;The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/15/our-rainy-day-wedding-da-bride/"&gt;Da Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-i/"&gt;Just Us Part I &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-ii/"&gt;Just Us Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/05/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-super-fly-bridal-party/"&gt;The Super-Fly Bridal Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/11/our-rainy-day-wedding-when-stuff-gets-wack-pre-ceremony/"&gt;When Stuff Gets Wack Pre-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1264051088003" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;Here Comes the (Bride) Sun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/21/our-rainy-day-wedding-ceremony-part-ii/"&gt;Ceremony Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-2192330482328285038?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/2192330482328285038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=2192330482328285038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/2192330482328285038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/2192330482328285038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-vows-rings-and.html' title='Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  The Vows, the Rings and an Eff-Up'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S16CU7sGh1I/AAAAAAAABo0/w6M8_q-hgWE/s72-c/304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-8603606113994011241</id><published>2010-01-21T00:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:29:07.294-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceremony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  Ceremony Part II</title><content type='html'>After a few more lovely words from our officiant, the Dude and I did something called the "expression of intent." It was separate from our vows, and though it might have seemed repetitive, I thought it was a lovely sentiment. We declared to the world (well, to the room, at least) that we were ready to do this thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spike: &lt;i&gt;The Dude, will you take Miss Mouse to be your lawfully wedded wife and travel the rest of life’s road with her? Will you love her, laugh with her, comfort her, honor and protect her, and forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dude: &lt;i&gt;I will. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spike: &lt;i&gt;Miss Mouse, will you take the Dude to be your lawfully wedded husband and travel the rest of life’s road with him? Will you love him, laugh with him, comfort him, honor and protect him, and forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Mouse: &lt;i&gt;I will.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a special moment, where we got to really look at each other and soak everything in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for our second reading. We asked the Dude's sister, J Dawg, to do this one.&amp;nbsp; J Dawg is more than a SIL to me--she's my friend, and now that the Dude and I are married, I really feel like she is my sister. She's the Dude's only sibling, and they are very close. Needless to say, having her do this reading was a huge honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S1fpNFvVDMI/AAAAAAAABm8/16_7hwYgiHM/s1600-h/294.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S1fpNFvVDMI/AAAAAAAABm8/16_7hwYgiHM/s640/294.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look how proud the Dude is of his little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I knew when I started writing the ceremony that I wanted to incorporate something in support of those who do not yet have the right to marry in this country.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, I found this amazing reading that someone left as a comment on &lt;a href="http://www.apracticalwedding.com/"&gt;A Practical Wedding&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's from Plato's &lt;i&gt;Symposium&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Humans have never understood the power of Love, for if they had they would surely have built noble temples and altars and offered solemn sacrifices; but this is not done, and most certainly ought to be done, since Love is our best friend, our helper, and the healer of the ills which prevent us from being happy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To understand the power of Love, we must understand that our original human nature was not like it is now, but different. Human beings each had two sets of arms, two sets of legs, and two faces looking in opposite directions. There were three sexes then: one comprised of two men called the children of the Sun, one made of two women called the children of the Earth, and a third made of a man and a woman, called the children of the Moon. Due to the power and might of these original humans, the Gods began to fear that their reign might be threatened. They sought for a way to end the humans’ insolence without destroying them. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was at this point that Zeus divided the humans in half. After the division the two parts of each desiring their other half, came together, and throwing their arms about one another, entwined in mutual embraces, longing to grow into one. So ancient is the desire of one another which is implanted in us, reuniting our original nature, making one of two, and healing the state of humankind. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Each of us when separated, having one side only, is but the indenture of a person, and we are always looking for our other half. Those whose original nature lies with the children of the Sun are men who are drawn to other men, those from the children of the Earth are women who love other women, and those from the children of the Moon are men and women drawn to one another. And when one of us meets our other half, we are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy, and would not be out of the other’s sight even for a moment. We pass our whole lives together, desiring that we should be melted into one, to spend our lives as one person instead of two, and so that after our death there will be one departed soul instead of two; this is the very expression of our ancient need. And the reason is that human nature was originally one and we were a whole, and the desire and pursuit of the whole is called Love. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S1fxrdA8XYI/AAAAAAAABnk/2IJT2dPWjMw/s1600-h/DSC_0240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S1fxrdA8XYI/AAAAAAAABnk/2IJT2dPWjMw/s640/DSC_0240.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I don't have a close-up of J Dawg doing the reading, here is a photo of her looking hot in her amazing dress.&amp;nbsp; (Photo by MOH Deniz.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J Dawg did such an amazing job doing this reading--I didn't even know how nervous she was until afterward!&amp;nbsp; I absolutely loved this reading, and I'm so glad we were able make our tiny statement for the GLBTQ community.&amp;nbsp; However, I didn't quite realize how &lt;i&gt;long&lt;/i&gt; the reading was until about halfway through.&amp;nbsp; If I could do it over again, I'd cut it down a bit, if only to save J Dawg from having to stand up there so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then segued into the next part of our ceremony, the handfasting.&amp;nbsp; I'd been in love with this idea since I saw &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/02/20/married-in-montana-our-wedding-ceremony-part-2-of-2/"&gt;Mrs. Cherry Pie's recaps&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S1fvG-KLNHI/AAAAAAAABnE/U1kvwrqTY5o/s1600-h/295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S1fvG-KLNHI/AAAAAAAABnE/U1kvwrqTY5o/s640/295.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spike bound our hands together (for some reason this was very funny to us!), as she explained the meaning behind handfastings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Handfastings are an ancient European tradition, dating back to the 16th Century. The joining of the hands became a feature of betrothals in Scotland and in England during the medieval period. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OK, confession:&amp;nbsp; everything I know about handfastings I learned from a 20-minute Google/Wikipedia search.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S1fvIESVcvI/AAAAAAAABnM/2pssxTMuXWc/s1600-h/296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S1fvIESVcvI/AAAAAAAABnM/2pssxTMuXWc/s640/296.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Woven into this cord, imbued into its very fibers, are all the hopes of your friends and family, and of yourselves, for your new life together. With the fashioning of this knot do I tie all the desires, dreams, love, and happiness wished here in this place to your lives for as long as love shall last.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S1fw5jwXi9I/AAAAAAAABnU/d_B06CwPCeg/s1600-h/297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S1fw5jwXi9I/AAAAAAAABnU/d_B06CwPCeg/s640/297.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the joining of hands and the fashion of a knot, so are your lives now bound, one to another. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;By this cord you are thus bound to your vow. May this knot remain tied for as long as love shall last.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S1fw7OBl3EI/AAAAAAAABnc/R-cvZ7-iOMM/s1600-h/298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S1fw7OBl3EI/AAAAAAAABnc/R-cvZ7-iOMM/s640/298.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Spike removed the handfasting cord and handed it to Best Man Curtis for safekeeping.&amp;nbsp; Hmm, now that I think about it, I'm not sure where that thing is!&amp;nbsp; (But wherever it is, I'm sure it's still tied, as love between the Dude and Mrs. Mouse definitely still lasts!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up:&amp;nbsp; the vows and the rings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All photos by &lt;a href="http://thenicholsblog.com/" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;the Nichols&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;unless otherwise noted.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look/"&gt;First Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-dude-still-looks-pretty-hot-in-a-suit/"&gt;The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/15/our-rainy-day-wedding-da-bride/"&gt;Da Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-i/"&gt;Just Us Part I &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-ii/"&gt;Just Us Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/05/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-super-fly-bridal-party/"&gt;The Super-Fly Bridal Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/11/our-rainy-day-wedding-when-stuff-gets-wack-pre-ceremony/"&gt;When Stuff Gets Wack Pre-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1264051088003"&gt;Here Comes the (Bride) Sun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-8603606113994011241?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/8603606113994011241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=8603606113994011241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/8603606113994011241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/8603606113994011241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-ceremony-part-ii.html' title='Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  Ceremony Part II'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S1fpNFvVDMI/AAAAAAAABm8/16_7hwYgiHM/s72-c/294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-5694038873967539457</id><published>2010-01-13T15:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:49:09.495-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceremony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  Here Comes the (Bride) Sun</title><content type='html'>Sorry to leave you guys hanging like that in my last post--I know, it was cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left you, the Dude was waiting for my walk down the aisle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S042DnaXljI/AAAAAAAABl8/jRZ5G2zZ-uc/s1600-h/286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S042DnaXljI/AAAAAAAABl8/jRZ5G2zZ-uc/s640/286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood in front of the back door to the barn, I took a deep breath and made my entrance to the song that will forever remind me of my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Please play it while you read, if you can!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U6tV11acSRk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U6tV11acSRk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song sounded amazing on the ten-string acoustic guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S04316EkYGI/AAAAAAAABmE/fXsMqGETxoM/s1600-h/237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S04316EkYGI/AAAAAAAABmE/fXsMqGETxoM/s640/237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wiped everything from my mind but my future husband and made my way down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0434XKg-SI/AAAAAAAABmM/4XrlH7zx2U8/s1600-h/287.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0434XKg-SI/AAAAAAAABmM/4XrlH7zx2U8/s640/287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the music and the photo of my dad in my locket to comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0435Khx2LI/AAAAAAAABmU/JkqODimPsPY/s1600-h/289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0435Khx2LI/AAAAAAAABmU/JkqODimPsPY/s640/289.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as importantly, the love of my life was waiting for me in front of our family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was just us, standing together in the spot where we were about to become husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0446tDTkPI/AAAAAAAABmc/fGcfUdQbyRs/s1600-h/292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0446tDTkPI/AAAAAAAABmc/fGcfUdQbyRs/s640/292.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our officiant, Spike, opened the ceremony with these words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We have come together today not to mark the start of a relationship, but to acknowledge and strengthen a bond that already exists. This ceremony is a public affirmation of that bond and as their dearest family and friends, it is our honor and privilege to stand witness to this event. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before we begin, Miss Mouse and the Dude would like to take a moment to remember the loved ones who join us today in spirit. Miss Mouse's father passed away in May of 2008. Were he here today, he would have enjoyed this wedding even more than the bride and groom. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are here today with friends and family to celebrate the love that Miss Mouse and the Dude have for each other, to give recognition to their decision to commit their lives and accept each other completely, to learn how to help and understand each other, to travel through life as best friends and companions. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S046PCf7i6I/AAAAAAAABmk/0pasOgdRR6w/s1600-h/290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S046PCf7i6I/AAAAAAAABmk/0pasOgdRR6w/s640/290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for our first reading, by our dear friend Amanda, who introduced us in April 2004.  It was such an honor to have her be a part of our wedding.  As a fellow lover of literature, I asked Amanda to choose a reading that she loved.  I knew she would pick something special, and she did:  she read "I Carry Your Heart with Me" by e.e. cummings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S046QlFSOWI/AAAAAAAABms/7G94LVPGbzk/s1600-h/293.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S046QlFSOWI/AAAAAAAABms/7G94LVPGbzk/s640/293.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Unfortunately I don't have any close-ups of her doing the reading, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but you can see her there to the right of us.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i carry your heart with me (i carry it in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;my heart) i am never without it (anywhere&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by only me is your doing, my darling)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i fear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;not fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful opening to our ceremony, and I was so relieved to finally be holding hands with the Dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All photos by &lt;a href="http://thenicholsblog.com/"&gt;the Nichols&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look/"&gt;First Look&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-dude-still-looks-pretty-hot-in-a-suit/"&gt;The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/15/our-rainy-day-wedding-da-bride/"&gt;Da Bride&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-i/"&gt;Just Us Part I &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-ii/"&gt;Just Us Part II&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/05/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-super-fly-bridal-party/"&gt;The Super-Fly Bridal Party&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/11/our-rainy-day-wedding-when-stuff-gets-wack-pre-ceremony/"&gt;When Stuff Gets Wack Pre-Ceremony &lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-5694038873967539457?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/5694038873967539457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=5694038873967539457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5694038873967539457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5694038873967539457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-here-comes-bride.html' title='Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  Here Comes the (Bride) Sun'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S042DnaXljI/AAAAAAAABl8/jRZ5G2zZ-uc/s72-c/286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-7436389263252217896</id><published>2010-01-10T17:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:12:05.604-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceremony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  When Stuff Gets Wack Pre-Ceremony</title><content type='html'>Before I get to the ceremony, I need to rewind a little bit.&amp;nbsp; At some point while we were taking photos, the venue coordinator, Rick, took me aside to discuss what we were going to do about the ceremony.&amp;nbsp; If you remember, our original plan was to get married outdoors, in the garden.&amp;nbsp; When Rick pulled me aside, the rain was holding off, but the sky looked cloudy and forecasts were predicting rain for the evening.&amp;nbsp; Rick let me know in no uncertain terms (but very diplomatically) that it would be way too risky to try for the garden wedding.&amp;nbsp; Although I was a bit disappointed, I knew it was the right decision.&amp;nbsp; So I told him to go ahead and have everyone set up in the Artisan ballroom (really more of a barn with a large wall of windows facing into the garden).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pWlJpKpHI/AAAAAAAABkk/RZi0Zsf-Vwg/s1600-h/DSC_0201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pWlJpKpHI/AAAAAAAABkk/RZi0Zsf-Vwg/s640/DSC_0201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pre-Ceremony Hair Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After photos were done and all of the guests were seated in the barn, the rain started to come down a bit harder.&amp;nbsp; It was still just a sprinkle, but not quite as delicate as before.&amp;nbsp; The bridesmaids and I were in the mansion, waiting for our cue to head towards the back of the barn for our entrance.&amp;nbsp; The staff brought us umbrellas, and we headed outside towards the barn.&amp;nbsp; But some wires got crossed, and the staff escorting us weren't quite certain which door we were supposed to go in.&amp;nbsp; I was starting to freak out just a bit!&amp;nbsp; Finally, it was sorted, and my bridesmaids and I were standing under umbrellas behind the barn, waiting to be told it was our time to walk down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the moment right before you walk down the aisle towards your almost-spouse is supposed to be meaningful and full of reflection, but at this point all I could think about was trying not to get wet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bridesmaids left me, one by one, and when the door opened, I heard our guitarist . . . playing the wrong song!&amp;nbsp; He was playing "Here Comes the Sun," the song that was supposed to start when I stood at the head of the aisle!&amp;nbsp; It was the song that reminded me of my dad, and it was supposed to symbolize him walking me down the aisle, since he couldn't physically be there.&amp;nbsp; I blabbered something of that effect to the woman holding my umbrella (like she could do anything about it) but then quickly realized I needed to get it together--it was almost time for my entrance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, all of these beautiful people were making their way down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the song that the guitarist was playing.&amp;nbsp; (Apparently he just cut it off too soon and went on to "my" song too early.)&amp;nbsp; Please play it while you watch to get a feel for our rainy-day ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YTHtERHtnh4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YTHtERHtnh4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pYZs7bgFI/AAAAAAAABks/OGH9XrQUxhQ/s1600-h/273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pYZs7bgFI/AAAAAAAABks/OGH9XrQUxhQ/s640/273.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Dude's Grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pYqpC2fSI/AAAAAAAABk0/Qn-Af9e262M/s1600-h/274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pYqpC2fSI/AAAAAAAABk0/Qn-Af9e262M/s640/274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Dude's Parents (They look so proud!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pY1fzyr2I/AAAAAAAABk8/jxXH6S_lDLs/s1600-h/276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pY1fzyr2I/AAAAAAAABk8/jxXH6S_lDLs/s640/276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Mom and My Little Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then it was the Dude's turn.&amp;nbsp; He walked out with our officiant, Spike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pZZkAGa7I/AAAAAAAABlE/EZLNcUw2A_o/s1600-h/277.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pZZkAGa7I/AAAAAAAABlE/EZLNcUw2A_o/s640/277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The bridal party made their way down, in pairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pZfWYWGRI/AAAAAAAABlM/Dv8ryzXrLqk/s1600-h/280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pZfWYWGRI/AAAAAAAABlM/Dv8ryzXrLqk/s640/280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Groomsman Andrew and Bridesmaid Kelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pZqrmSRAI/AAAAAAAABlU/mtXypxbNxI0/s1600-h/281.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pZqrmSRAI/AAAAAAAABlU/mtXypxbNxI0/s640/281.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Groomsman Cody and Bridesmaid Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pZ60g-RhI/AAAAAAAABlc/sfbLWwH5q08/s1600-h/282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pZ60g-RhI/AAAAAAAABlc/sfbLWwH5q08/s640/282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best Man Curtis and Maid of Honor Deniz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then it was time for the flower girls.&amp;nbsp; I love how their dresses turned out!&amp;nbsp; The big pockets are so cute, and I love that they weren't super frilly or formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0panzZHzRI/AAAAAAAABlk/3WYwsrOicKI/s1600-h/283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0panzZHzRI/AAAAAAAABlk/3WYwsrOicKI/s640/283.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flower Girls Grace and Christina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I couldn't resist throwing this shot in.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Doesn't flower girl Grace look mischievous here?&amp;nbsp; (I think she was just ready for the party to start!)&amp;nbsp; They both did such a good job!&amp;nbsp; I highly recommend having older flower girls if you've got 'em in the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pa6N9RU1I/AAAAAAAABls/d89N1oFmW6w/s1600-h/285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pa6N9RU1I/AAAAAAAABls/d89N1oFmW6w/s640/285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With everyone lined up, the Dude stood at the end of the aisle waiting for me to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pbydhmolI/AAAAAAAABl0/GuUb81U-KZo/s1600-h/286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pbydhmolI/AAAAAAAABl0/GuUb81U-KZo/s640/286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But would I get it together in time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All photos by &lt;a href="http://thenicholsblog.com/" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;the Nichols&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look/"&gt;First Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-dude-still-looks-pretty-hot-in-a-suit/"&gt;The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/15/our-rainy-day-wedding-da-bride/"&gt;Da Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-i/"&gt;Just Us Part I &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-ii/"&gt;Just Us Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/05/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-super-fly-bridal-party/"&gt;The Super-Fly Bridal Party&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-7436389263252217896?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/7436389263252217896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=7436389263252217896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/7436389263252217896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/7436389263252217896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-when-stuff-gets.html' title='Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  When Stuff Gets Wack Pre-Ceremony'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0pWlJpKpHI/AAAAAAAABkk/RZi0Zsf-Vwg/s72-c/DSC_0201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-1283222820049424186</id><published>2010-01-04T23:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:05:36.939-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  The Super-Fly Bridal Party</title><content type='html'>OK, I know you guys are like, &lt;i&gt;get on with the wedding already&lt;/i&gt;, but I've got one more batch of portraits to share first.&amp;nbsp; These are the photos of our amazingly photogenic wedding party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start things off, the guys (or should I say "dudes"?) rockin' their skinny ties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0K8BH2AfrI/AAAAAAAABis/Q1_LoaJ8oXg/s1600-h/191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0K8BH2AfrI/AAAAAAAABis/Q1_LoaJ8oXg/s640/191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this one pretty much rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0K8okl6CDI/AAAAAAAABi0/ClCnD98y-VE/s1600-h/190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0K8okl6CDI/AAAAAAAABi0/ClCnD98y-VE/s640/190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this next one.&amp;nbsp; The Dude has known the two guys on either side of him since junior high!&amp;nbsp; And he's been friends with his Best Man since college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0K8tl0EiTI/AAAAAAAABi8/KXpMiOc_ks8/s1600-h/195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0K8tl0EiTI/AAAAAAAABi8/KXpMiOc_ks8/s640/195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the ladies.&amp;nbsp; I got pretty lucky in that I had the two most beautiful and awesome flower girls to ever exist.&amp;nbsp; I know everyone says that, but seriously:&amp;nbsp; take a look at these pictures and try to deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0K-C4mJaxI/AAAAAAAABjE/-Wv6Bff2IzE/s1600-h/152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0K-C4mJaxI/AAAAAAAABjE/-Wv6Bff2IzE/s640/152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved their little bouquets.&amp;nbsp; I thought carrying bouquets would seem more grown up than throwing petals--I hope the girls weren't too disappointed that they didn't get to sprinkle petals down the aisle.&amp;nbsp; I told them to whack Jason and me really hard with petals during our exit to make up for the lack of petals during the ceremony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0K-GpmQItI/AAAAAAAABjM/5w9OTWnbpvw/s1600-h/153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0K-GpmQItI/AAAAAAAABjM/5w9OTWnbpvw/s640/153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget about my other ladies!&amp;nbsp; The formal shots of me and my bridesmaids feel kind of stiff, but I love how the ones of us laughing came out.&amp;nbsp; I think everyone but me felt a bit silly doing the fake laughing, but I literally could not hold back my joy at this point of the day.&amp;nbsp; Every laugh you see, though orchestrated, is completely genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0K_w1cELFI/AAAAAAAABjU/YpyBwfFzrQI/s1600-h/167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0K_w1cELFI/AAAAAAAABjU/YpyBwfFzrQI/s640/167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, is it just me or are they all looking at me like I'm crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0K_0LAPB3I/AAAAAAAABjc/Qh7N-u_b9E8/s1600-h/168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0K_0LAPB3I/AAAAAAAABjc/Qh7N-u_b9E8/s640/168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones with all six of us are my faves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0LDNGx7xbI/AAAAAAAABjk/wUMFKhQF_V0/s1600-h/157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0LDNGx7xbI/AAAAAAAABjk/wUMFKhQF_V0/s640/157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0LDjTh1XFI/AAAAAAAABjs/36NgBtmp-8g/s1600-h/159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0LDjTh1XFI/AAAAAAAABjs/36NgBtmp-8g/s640/159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This close-up really shows off the black birdcages that I gave the girls to wear.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thanks for the idea, Mrs. Avocado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0LEebMro6I/AAAAAAAABj8/WS9r6j09Qvc/s1600-h/163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0LEebMro6I/AAAAAAAABj8/WS9r6j09Qvc/s640/163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the girls and guys came together for some group shots.&amp;nbsp; I love how you can see a frolicking flower girl if you look closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0LEN__N0bI/AAAAAAAABj0/BioWCv3bBjI/s1600-h/171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0LEN__N0bI/AAAAAAAABj0/BioWCv3bBjI/s640/171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next one is my "I'm about to pee my pants I'm so happy" pose.&amp;nbsp; Everyone seems amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0LFKNruMfI/AAAAAAAABkE/dVyig023FNo/s1600-h/172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0LFKNruMfI/AAAAAAAABkE/dVyig023FNo/s640/172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, teeny drops were starting to land on us and the sky was darkening.&amp;nbsp; Uh oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0LFd5fOn7I/AAAAAAAABkM/YVUlOqKrX4Q/s1600-h/175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0LFd5fOn7I/AAAAAAAABkM/YVUlOqKrX4Q/s640/175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we got in a few more shots before the rain started to come down harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you squint really hard at the next shot, you can see my two brothers in the top left corner.&amp;nbsp; When they saw this photo on our photographer's blog, they thought it was hilarious--they look like miniature people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0LF4plCd0I/AAAAAAAABkU/N4OwxKm1qJU/s1600-h/180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0LF4plCd0I/AAAAAAAABkU/N4OwxKm1qJU/s640/180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to spaz out one more time before we headed indoors to get ready for the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0LGquEIm6I/AAAAAAAABkc/KvT6ThU42OM/s1600-h/185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/S0LGquEIm6I/AAAAAAAABkc/KvT6ThU42OM/s640/185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next: We get married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All photos by &lt;a href="http://thenicholsblog.com/" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;the Nichols&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look/"&gt;First Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-dude-still-looks-pretty-hot-in-a-suit/"&gt;The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/15/our-rainy-day-wedding-da-bride/"&gt;Da Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-i/"&gt;Just Us Part I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/29/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-ii/"&gt;Just Us Part II&lt;/a&gt; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope everyone had a great holiday!&amp;nbsp; I spent mine relaxing in the snowy Rocky Mountains with the Dude and his family.&amp;nbsp; Why can't vacations last forever?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, recaps are back on!&amp;nbsp; Here are some more of my favorite bride-and-groom portraits of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Starting with a little nose kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmKiT6_-rI/AAAAAAAABic/5PJf7b4CyBM/s1600-h/114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmKiT6_-rI/AAAAAAAABic/5PJf7b4CyBM/s640/114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes closed, breathing it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmLtcBF8II/AAAAAAAABik/fmVGiEmwKwU/s1600-h/116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmLtcBF8II/AAAAAAAABik/fmVGiEmwKwU/s640/116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the chapel tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmIMcgS_NI/AAAAAAAABg8/L1F4cAjf9NA/s1600-h/111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmIMcgS_NI/AAAAAAAABg8/L1F4cAjf9NA/s640/111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in a lane of foliage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmIaUCSqNI/AAAAAAAABhM/sagYdmUQG1o/s1600-h/118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmIaUCSqNI/AAAAAAAABhM/sagYdmUQG1o/s640/118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmIj6sZt3I/AAAAAAAABhU/jQXNnMB_VJE/s1600-h/123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmIj6sZt3I/AAAAAAAABhU/jQXNnMB_VJE/s640/123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling like dorks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmJD6kufmI/AAAAAAAABhc/UoIJHMD11YA/s1600-h/129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmJD6kufmI/AAAAAAAABhc/UoIJHMD11YA/s640/129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was inside the mansion for a few more quick shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soft kiss on the shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmJOPy91cI/AAAAAAAABhk/qWTuBtLHZ2M/s1600-h/132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmJOPy91cI/AAAAAAAABhk/qWTuBtLHZ2M/s640/132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous laughter as we looked out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmJT2OMfQI/AAAAAAAABhs/TAnZHNe31Ww/s1600-h/127b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmJT2OMfQI/AAAAAAAABhs/TAnZHNe31Ww/s640/127b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmJzwPnITI/AAAAAAAABh0/PdDuWROr6xU/s1600-h/138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmJzwPnITI/AAAAAAAABh0/PdDuWROr6xU/s640/138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in black-and-white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmKC2AjShI/AAAAAAAABiU/y7weIwt-pW0/s1600-h/136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmKC2AjShI/AAAAAAAABiU/y7weIwt-pW0/s640/136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last place to pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmJ_cB9_jI/AAAAAAAABiM/8YMgzgK-5Xc/s1600-h/148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmJ_cB9_jI/AAAAAAAABiM/8YMgzgK-5Xc/s640/148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before we rounded up our troops for the bridal party shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All photos by &lt;a href="http://thenicholsblog.com/" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;the Nichols&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look/"&gt;First Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-dude-still-looks-pretty-hot-in-a-suit/"&gt;The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/15/our-rainy-day-wedding-da-bride/"&gt;Da Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/22/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-i/"&gt;Just Us Part I &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-3113452991167477596?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/3113452991167477596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=3113452991167477596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/3113452991167477596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/3113452991167477596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-ii.html' title='Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  Just Us Part II'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SzmKiT6_-rI/AAAAAAAABic/5PJf7b4CyBM/s72-c/114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-9043915161798577754</id><published>2009-12-21T00:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:49:46.714-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  Just Us Part I</title><content type='html'>Taking photos by ourselves was fun, but I &lt;i&gt;loved&lt;/i&gt; taking our portraits together.&amp;nbsp; It was one of the best parts of the day!&amp;nbsp; Luckily we'd already gotten some practice in with our engagement session, so we were much more comfortable and relaxed in front of the camera.&amp;nbsp; And we had an easier time with posing because we'd done it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the more formal ones we took:&amp;nbsp; outside the mansion, jacket on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8SqVoiPcI/AAAAAAAABfE/mTDhEqhVxjM/s1600-h/072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8SqVoiPcI/AAAAAAAABfE/mTDhEqhVxjM/s640/072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8SuSlbeCI/AAAAAAAABfM/fr4KZF3dqSU/s1600-h/071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8SuSlbeCI/AAAAAAAABfM/fr4KZF3dqSU/s640/071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our best impersonation of a serious couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8UJMApgWI/AAAAAAAABgE/Wm6-3dpgX9Y/s1600-h/092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8UJMApgWI/AAAAAAAABgE/Wm6-3dpgX9Y/s640/092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's more us, squinty eyes and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8UNZKovCI/AAAAAAAABgM/GewcdjFCGPA/s1600-h/093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8UNZKovCI/AAAAAAAABgM/GewcdjFCGPA/s640/093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one doesn't really fit into a neat category, but I love it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8TNdaE5_I/AAAAAAAABfc/sJeja-c7I6Y/s1600-h/089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8TNdaE5_I/AAAAAAAABfc/sJeja-c7I6Y/s640/089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next one was actually one of the first photos we took.&amp;nbsp; The gnome was randomly sitting in the hallway outside the bridal suite.&amp;nbsp; I believe the Dude saw it and made some joke about it, and our photographer was like, "Let's take a picture with it!"&amp;nbsp; I love how faux serious we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8S9j3KBNI/AAAAAAAABfU/DXSqACIvLFE/s1600-h/076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8S9j3KBNI/AAAAAAAABfU/DXSqACIvLFE/s640/076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for some more casual shots with the Dude's jacket off.&amp;nbsp; I love this candid one of me helping to refasten the button on his sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8T3fF27TI/AAAAAAAABf8/DF_9laRgRII/s1600-h/128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8T3fF27TI/AAAAAAAABf8/DF_9laRgRII/s640/128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find it funny that we got these shots in front of the little chapel on the Barr Mansion grounds, considering that we are both nonreligious and our ceremony was completely secular!&amp;nbsp; I love the way the chapel doors photographed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8XEvX7wuI/AAAAAAAABgk/5AancC6qPs0/s1600-h/102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8XEvX7wuI/AAAAAAAABgk/5AancC6qPs0/s640/102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Check out the Dude's sexy expression here!&amp;nbsp; I'm used to seeing him act so goofy all the time, so I'm really glad I have photos like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8XRWgcx2I/AAAAAAAABgs/ghh95JOsqQw/s1600-h/101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8XRWgcx2I/AAAAAAAABgs/ghh95JOsqQw/s640/101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look so happy and relaxed here, and as far as I can remember, that's how I felt.&amp;nbsp; I know the Dude was relaxed. (He doesn't really have any other state of being--he is the Dude, after all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8Vo4u7VkI/AAAAAAAABgc/4WdUF8AlShw/s1600-h/097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8Vo4u7VkI/AAAAAAAABgc/4WdUF8AlShw/s640/097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next one is hands-down my favorite shot of the day.&amp;nbsp; I used it on the Moo cards that we sent with our Thank Yous to remind people to add their photos to our Flickr page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8Tc1Olq9I/AAAAAAAABfk/HQLsDxDu6OM/s1600-h/091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8Tc1Olq9I/AAAAAAAABfk/HQLsDxDu6OM/s640/091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few more favorite portraits of the two of us to share with you guys, but I'd better save them for another post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All photos by &lt;a href="http://thenicholsblog.com/" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;the Nichols&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look/"&gt;First Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-dude-still-looks-pretty-hot-in-a-suit/"&gt;The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/15/our-rainy-day-wedding-da-bride/"&gt;Da Bride&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-9043915161798577754?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/9043915161798577754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=9043915161798577754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/9043915161798577754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/9043915161798577754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-just-us-part-i.html' title='Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  Just Us Part I'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sy8SqVoiPcI/AAAAAAAABfE/mTDhEqhVxjM/s72-c/072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-6559407711342147481</id><published>2009-12-14T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:26:21.651-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  Da Bride</title><content type='html'>While the Dude was striking a pose, I was getting some solo shots with Jennifer (one of the benefits to hiring a husband/wife team to shoot your wedding!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off on the lower balcony of the mansion.&amp;nbsp; Finally, my bouquet makes an appearance! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycKopIxKpI/AAAAAAAABdE/v1mEMF1zlbE/s1600-h/205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycKopIxKpI/AAAAAAAABdE/v1mEMF1zlbE/s640/205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely, you can see my great-grandmother's ring in this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycKtkgK5KI/AAAAAAAABdM/1V1S_J7b2DA/s1600-h/206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycKtkgK5KI/AAAAAAAABdM/1V1S_J7b2DA/s640/206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved over to shoot in front of the little chapel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycK1od3MoI/AAAAAAAABdU/-1_WBgmcg6I/s1600-h/208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycK1od3MoI/AAAAAAAABdU/-1_WBgmcg6I/s640/208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for more warm, seventies tones!&amp;nbsp; (I specifically requested our photographers to give us some photos with this effect, but honestly they got our style so well they probably would have done it for us anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycK9WZ-K8I/AAAAAAAABdc/LZF4VHF-8pA/s1600-h/210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycK9WZ-K8I/AAAAAAAABdc/LZF4VHF-8pA/s640/210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycLELiCIMI/AAAAAAAABdk/PdxPkZtgUE0/s1600-h/213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycLELiCIMI/AAAAAAAABdk/PdxPkZtgUE0/s640/213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh!&amp;nbsp; Looks like I was spotted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycLIBa71wI/AAAAAAAABds/MpGieWGhcBw/s1600-h/215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycLIBa71wI/AAAAAAAABds/MpGieWGhcBw/s640/215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycLL7PH60I/AAAAAAAABd0/u8D8T9miVRQ/s1600-h/216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycLL7PH60I/AAAAAAAABd0/u8D8T9miVRQ/s640/216.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycLPFPr42I/AAAAAAAABd8/6-ShRK7Cvic/s1600-h/217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycLPFPr42I/AAAAAAAABd8/6-ShRK7Cvic/s640/217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series of photos above is probably my favorite from the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few pics in a more organic setting--this was &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to be a garden wedding, after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycNfxSsc0I/AAAAAAAABeE/n-2RBIGWZRk/s1600-h/222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycNfxSsc0I/AAAAAAAABeE/n-2RBIGWZRk/s640/222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the expression on my face here.&amp;nbsp; It's like, "Yeah, I'm carrying a bunch of floofy flowers.&amp;nbsp; I could still kick your ass."&amp;nbsp; (The Dude is pretty familiar with this look!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycNiSdT09I/AAAAAAAABeM/g-Q9bx_euQg/s1600-h/224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycNiSdT09I/AAAAAAAABeM/g-Q9bx_euQg/s640/224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sassy headless posing . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycNq734giI/AAAAAAAABeU/bB53IfM4yoo/s1600-h/226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycNq734giI/AAAAAAAABeU/bB53IfM4yoo/s640/226.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . and the shot I teased you all with back in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycNuIGTOtI/AAAAAAAABec/4-P22Jw41vA/s1600-h/227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycNuIGTOtI/AAAAAAAABec/4-P22Jw41vA/s640/227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it, I'm really lucky I didn't bruise my shins or get any mosquito bites before the wedding.&amp;nbsp; The thought never crossed my mind, but there really could have been a potential for disaster there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also very lucky that, up until this point, the rain had held off.&amp;nbsp; The skies were cloudy, but we hadn't felt any drops yet.&amp;nbsp; Would our luck hold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up:&amp;nbsp; Bride &amp;amp; Groom portraits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All photos by &lt;a href="http://thenicholsblog.com/" rel="" target="_blank"&gt;the Nichols&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look/"&gt;First Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-dude-still-looks-pretty-hot-in-a-suit/"&gt;The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-6559407711342147481?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/6559407711342147481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=6559407711342147481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/6559407711342147481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/6559407711342147481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-da-bride.html' title='Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  Da Bride'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SycKopIxKpI/AAAAAAAABdE/v1mEMF1zlbE/s72-c/205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-4891705334103711458</id><published>2009-12-11T00:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:39:33.560-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit</title><content type='html'>After our first look, we took portraits together and separately.&amp;nbsp; I'm gonna share the Dude's first--he's such a natural in front of the camera!&amp;nbsp; (I'm not the only one who thinks so--recently he was spotted by a local actor/comedian who asked him to play Jesus in a fake commercial he was filming!&amp;nbsp; I'll share the video with you guys when it comes out if I get permission.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the Dude's wedding portraits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SyHmVJYFM7I/AAAAAAAABcQ/mwo7vykveCg/s1600-h/196.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SyHmVJYFM7I/AAAAAAAABcQ/mwo7vykveCg/s640/196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just got to say that I'm so happy the Dude didn't cut his hair off or shave his beard for the wedding!&amp;nbsp; At one point, we were discussing him doing this--I'm glad he decided to represent for all those shaggy boys out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SyHmZQAPewI/AAAAAAAABcY/5t_njXl5SE4/s1600-h/199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SyHmZQAPewI/AAAAAAAABcY/5t_njXl5SE4/s640/199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this GQ pose!&amp;nbsp; Are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SyHmdH4DmnI/AAAAAAAABcg/D2cADnIlVg0/s1600-h/200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SyHmdH4DmnI/AAAAAAAABcg/D2cADnIlVg0/s640/200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how he looks all sweet and contemplative here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SyHmiNLqp5I/AAAAAAAABco/0dhuniPP1aE/s1600-h/201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SyHmiNLqp5I/AAAAAAAABco/0dhuniPP1aE/s640/201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up of the bout and tie!&amp;nbsp; The tie was a vintage find, and the boutonniere was made from pink wax flower and rosemary.&amp;nbsp; The best part?&amp;nbsp; It dried really well, so we kept it in a box with other various wedding doodads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SyHmlJkSgMI/AAAAAAAABcw/e4JAZvRbD8Y/s1600-h/202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SyHmlJkSgMI/AAAAAAAABcw/e4JAZvRbD8Y/s640/202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal favorite shot of this session.&amp;nbsp; Love the warm, vintage tones--goes great with the Yves St. Laurent suit that my dad rocked back in &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/06/28/houston-we-have-a-problem/"&gt;1979&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SyHmrge26sI/AAAAAAAABc4/Sa0hY8AfaCk/s1600-h/203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SyHmrge26sI/AAAAAAAABc4/Sa0hY8AfaCk/s640/203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up:&amp;nbsp; bridal portraits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All photos by &lt;a href="http://thenicholsblog.com/"&gt;the Nichols&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/09/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look/"&gt;First Look&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-4891705334103711458?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/4891705334103711458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=4891705334103711458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/4891705334103711458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/4891705334103711458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-dude-still-looks.html' title='Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  The Dude (Still) Looks Pretty Hot in a Suit'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SyHmVJYFM7I/AAAAAAAABcQ/mwo7vykveCg/s72-c/196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-5570084716699732304</id><published>2009-12-08T18:29:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:56:03.778-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first look'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  First Look</title><content type='html'>The Dude and I decided a long time ago that we were going to do a first look.&amp;nbsp; It worked well with our timeline, and we didn't want to miss out on any of the fun between the ceremony and the reception! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once MOH Deniz and I arrived at Barr Mansion, we only had to wait a little bit before Bridesmaids Kelli and Dani showed up.&amp;nbsp; One of the staff members brought up a bottle of wine, and I tried to relax a bit. I was so nervous about the ceremony.&amp;nbsp; The thought of standing up in front of all of those people was freaking me out just a little!&amp;nbsp; Luckily I had my beautiful bouquet to distract me from my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't too long before the Dude showed up and our photographers got us ready for our first look.&amp;nbsp; While I waited in the bridal suite, the Dude hung out on the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sx7sm2cBANI/AAAAAAAABag/I2_qtntBMLQ/s1600-h/045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sx7sm2cBANI/AAAAAAAABag/I2_qtntBMLQ/s640/045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to make my way towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sx7srZ00-XI/AAAAAAAABao/7_lGEDe1vys/s1600-h/046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sx7srZ00-XI/AAAAAAAABao/7_lGEDe1vys/s640/046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resisted the urge to kick him in the back of the knee or poke him really hard in between his shoulder blades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sx7swPtS-3I/AAAAAAAABaw/KljxW8y1_zE/s1600-h/049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sx7swPtS-3I/AAAAAAAABaw/KljxW8y1_zE/s640/049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he saw me for the first time as a bride.&amp;nbsp; (I accidentally already saw him from the second story of the mansion when he got there.&amp;nbsp; Oops!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sx7sz8mcHhI/AAAAAAAABa4/ybS-3ZnIF00/s1600-h/051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sx7sz8mcHhI/AAAAAAAABa4/ybS-3ZnIF00/s640/051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sx7uMM5nEJI/AAAAAAAABbA/YalSWtCvUo8/s1600-h/053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sx7uMM5nEJI/AAAAAAAABbA/YalSWtCvUo8/s640/053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of tie adjustment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sx7uQFp2zEI/AAAAAAAABbI/jqJFQ0OjcvU/s1600-h/054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sx7uQFp2zEI/AAAAAAAABbI/jqJFQ0OjcvU/s640/054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sx7uSwXHc-I/AAAAAAAABbQ/pMli-g3TKeE/s1600-h/055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sx7uSwXHc-I/AAAAAAAABbQ/pMli-g3TKeE/s640/055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a peek at the reception site.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sx7uWgouIWI/AAAAAAAABbY/7Kz5DkLPJRM/s1600-h/056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sx7uWgouIWI/AAAAAAAABbY/7Kz5DkLPJRM/s640/056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, it was time to grab my bouquet and take some portraits with the Dude.&amp;nbsp; It's kind of weird to think that in all of these pictures, we weren't married yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All photos by &lt;a href="http://thenicholsblog.com/"&gt;The Nichols&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/06/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-5570084716699732304?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/5570084716699732304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=5570084716699732304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5570084716699732304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5570084716699732304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-first-look.html' title='Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  First Look'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sx7sm2cBANI/AAAAAAAABag/I2_qtntBMLQ/s72-c/045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-5260971685876852996</id><published>2009-12-06T00:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:46:34.428-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  Getting Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I left you last, our rehearsal dinner guests were heading out the door.&amp;nbsp; But the night wasn't quite over yet!&amp;nbsp; The Dude and I decided not to spend the night apart, so we curled up in bed and got excited for tomorrow:&amp;nbsp; our wedding day.&amp;nbsp; But first, we decided to do a practice run of our first dance--we had literally done nothing up to this point besides pick out a song.&amp;nbsp; So with "our song" playing quietly out of the Dude's computer, we practiced our dance on the carpet of our bedroom.&amp;nbsp; It didn't go so well (the tempo was a bit slower than we realized), and I started to get nervous for the next day--but the Dude assured me it would be OK, so we decided to just go with it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are the next morning, before I headed off for my appointment at the salon. The Dude is playing with a Transformer he received as a wedding gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxrR-BwHUQI/AAAAAAAABXo/_P6xh-hoo0I/s1600-h/DSC_0130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxrR-BwHUQI/AAAAAAAABXo/_P6xh-hoo0I/s400/DSC_0130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived, Lauren was almost finished with my mom's hair and make-up.&amp;nbsp; My mom was worried her eyes were too dramatic, but I reassured her that she looked great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxrSAwPB-AI/AAAAAAAABXw/K46W6-OsSKI/s1600-h/DSC_0139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxrSAwPB-AI/AAAAAAAABXw/K46W6-OsSKI/s400/DSC_0139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my turn to go next.&amp;nbsp; Here's the requisite Blackberry shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxrSEmjHS8I/AAAAAAAABX4/tQpCHU9ph_A/s1600-h/DSC_0141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxrSEmjHS8I/AAAAAAAABX4/tQpCHU9ph_A/s400/DSC_0141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My make-up was starting to come together while the hot rollers cooled.&amp;nbsp; (Please excuse the toilet tissue!)&amp;nbsp; This time, Lauren used a different eyeshadow on me--MAC's Amber Lights.&amp;nbsp; I loved it so much that I went out an bought it after the honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxrSHxZVevI/AAAAAAAABYA/PHggbPyct48/s1600-h/DSC_0143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxrSHxZVevI/AAAAAAAABYA/PHggbPyct48/s400/DSC_0143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in the day, I was starting to worry about my dress.&amp;nbsp; I had tried it on (with MOH Deniz's help) that morning (or maybe it was the night before--it's kind of a blur to me now!), and the last-minute alterations were perfect.&amp;nbsp; But I was still a little worried about the dress staying put all night.&amp;nbsp; My mom and Deniz offered to head out and find some fashion tape, while I finished getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my hair and make-up were done, I played paparazzi with everyone else who was still in the salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxrSLXa5CrI/AAAAAAAABYI/soeJap0lUWw/s1600-h/DSC_0148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxrSLXa5CrI/AAAAAAAABYI/soeJap0lUWw/s400/DSC_0148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught bridesmaid Kelli putting on mascara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxrSOeYp_eI/AAAAAAAABYQ/a5ZfwXEtwOk/s1600-h/DSC_0149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxrSOeYp_eI/AAAAAAAABYQ/a5ZfwXEtwOk/s400/DSC_0149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And flower girl Christina getting her hair done while her nails dried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxrSR06z-zI/AAAAAAAABYY/tzYSqtWkR6Q/s1600-h/DSC_0153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxrSR06z-zI/AAAAAAAABYY/tzYSqtWkR6Q/s400/DSC_0153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon, I was done, my mom and my MOH were back, and it was time to head home to put on my dress and shoes.&amp;nbsp; I made sure that MOH Deniz got some shots of the dress first.&amp;nbsp; (Unfortunately, you can see the lining in the bodice that was inserted last-minute by my alterations lady.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it can be fixed with Photoshop?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxtLUaZznzI/AAAAAAAABZY/UBGs7hp6dcE/s1600-h/DSC_0164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxtLUaZznzI/AAAAAAAABZY/UBGs7hp6dcE/s400/DSC_0164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxtLY7LljDI/AAAAAAAABZg/hKo8upEhmNg/s1600-h/DSC_0168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxtLY7LljDI/AAAAAAAABZg/hKo8upEhmNg/s400/DSC_0168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we waited for my mom to arrive, I put on my jewelry . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxtOjXQ2X9I/AAAAAAAABaQ/wnso15mnVj8/s1600-h/DSC_0438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxtOjXQ2X9I/AAAAAAAABaQ/wnso15mnVj8/s400/DSC_0438.jpg" /&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . and slipped into my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxtLdy2oOVI/AAAAAAAABZo/Ftsrt-AdxVs/s1600-h/DSC_0170.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxtLdy2oOVI/AAAAAAAABZo/Ftsrt-AdxVs/s400/DSC_0170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxtLiXthrtI/AAAAAAAABZw/ir70Z_guTwA/s1600-h/DSC_0171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxtLiXthrtI/AAAAAAAABZw/ir70Z_guTwA/s400/DSC_0171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;As soon as my mom got to the house, she helped me tie the pearl belt that came with my dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxtLmtCNlFI/AAAAAAAABZ4/_36yYGMQAfY/s1600-h/DSC_0175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxtLmtCNlFI/AAAAAAAABZ4/_36yYGMQAfY/s400/DSC_0175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxtLqroDucI/AAAAAAAABaA/kw-76tnLypQ/s1600-h/DSC_0182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxtLqroDucI/AAAAAAAABaA/kw-76tnLypQ/s400/DSC_0182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she handed me the ring that belonged to my great grandmother:&amp;nbsp; my "something borrowed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxtLt9o8dfI/AAAAAAAABaI/dqiEZ942f7w/s1600-h/DSC_0185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxtLt9o8dfI/AAAAAAAABaI/dqiEZ942f7w/s400/DSC_0185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I was ready to head out the door and drive myself to my wedding!&amp;nbsp; (Although MOH Deniz is an incredibly talented human being, driving is unfortunately not in her repertoire. ;))&amp;nbsp; She did ride with me and keep me entertained, however.&amp;nbsp; We jammed some MIA, while she filmed my excited rambles--for some reason I like to spout off "fun facts" whenever there is a camera on me.&amp;nbsp; Nervous habit, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In retrospect, the morning was pretty chaotic.&amp;nbsp; I wish all of my bridesmaids had been with me as I got ready.&amp;nbsp; It also would have been nice to relax with some champagne, but I had so much nervous energy that I didn't want anything to drink! I also regret not getting any photos of the guys getting ready.&amp;nbsp; I sent the Dude off with a Flip video camera, so I might try include some footage of the guys getting dressed in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the chaos, at the moment all I cared about was that I was a bride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxtQpCc79TI/AAAAAAAABaY/boCeWQpjU1Q/s1600-h/DSC_0191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxtQpCc79TI/AAAAAAAABaY/boCeWQpjU1Q/s400/DSC_0191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All photos in this post by MOH Deniz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/03/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party-gifts/"&gt;Bridal Party Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-5260971685876852996?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/5260971685876852996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=5260971685876852996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5260971685876852996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5260971685876852996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-getting-ready.html' title='Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  Getting Ready'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxrR-BwHUQI/AAAAAAAABXo/_P6xh-hoo0I/s72-c/DSC_0130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-4110220274960552535</id><published>2009-12-02T21:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:11:20.530-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  Bridal Party Gifts</title><content type='html'>I wanted to wait until my recaps to show you guys the gifts that we got for our wedding party.&amp;nbsp; Some of them read Weddingbee, so I didn't want any spoilers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone had their fill of BBQ,&amp;nbsp; we made an announcement for everyone to gather under the carport (it was still raining) so we could dole out thank you gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls got each got a little package like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcYr733c4I/AAAAAAAABW4/JITgdhHosrQ/s1600-h/DSCN0413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcYr733c4I/AAAAAAAABW4/JITgdhHosrQ/s400/DSCN0413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever the reuser, I packaged two of the girls' gifts in these kraft boxes that some of my Etsy purchases had come in.&amp;nbsp; The third girl got a green gift box that I'd been saving for awhile from a Bath &amp;amp; Body Works set I received as a gift.&amp;nbsp; The green ribbon was also saved from old gift packaging--I just used some double-sided tape to fashion the bow shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the girls opened their packages, here is what they found inside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand-poured vanilla soy candles made from cups I bought at Goodwill.&amp;nbsp; (Thank you for the idea, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/05/20/how-to-make-a-soy-candle/"&gt;Mrs. Cookie&lt;/a&gt;!)&amp;nbsp; I tried to fit a cup to each girls' personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcYJkk26AI/AAAAAAAABWY/0wChDfvRkNs/s1600-h/DSCN0409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcYJkk26AI/AAAAAAAABWY/0wChDfvRkNs/s400/DSCN0409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the boxes were these black mini-birdcage veils, purchased from the &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/myrakim"&gt;Twigs &amp;amp; Honey&lt;/a&gt; shop on Etsy.&amp;nbsp; I had already let my bridesmaids know that I'd be asking them to wear these:&amp;nbsp; I didn't want to spring it on them at the last minute!&amp;nbsp; Of course, the black birdcages were inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/09/11/birdcage-veils/"&gt;Mrs. Avocado&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcYONwMAgI/AAAAAAAABWg/4Se4T9IRctM/s1600-h/DSCN0411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcYONwMAgI/AAAAAAAABWg/4Se4T9IRctM/s320/DSCN0411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, each girl got a fabric tote bag, handmade by the talented Kara of &lt;a href="http://www.kailochic.com/"&gt;Kailo Chic&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I picked out a different fabric for each girl, based on what I thought she would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my MOH Deniz, a New Yorker with a classic sense of style, this black-and-white circle pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcYoe6HlsI/AAAAAAAABWw/nRqfNT-71NA/s1600-h/DSCN0414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcYoe6HlsI/AAAAAAAABWw/nRqfNT-71NA/s400/DSCN0414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridesmaid Kelli's style has a bit of a boho flair, so I chose this hippie-chic bird pattern for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcYR6sTRQI/AAAAAAAABWo/U46_40OPYTc/s1600-h/DSCN0410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcYR6sTRQI/AAAAAAAABWo/U46_40OPYTc/s400/DSCN0410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Bridesmaid Dani, who loves all things green, I picked out this two-toned floral print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcZN9wIFsI/AAAAAAAABXA/pGVTlgacV5c/s1600-h/DSCN0416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcZN9wIFsI/AAAAAAAABXA/pGVTlgacV5c/s400/DSCN0416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dude had a bit more difficulty coming up with gifts for his groomsmen, so I came to the rescue with some ideas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Gman Cody, a bottle of Jameson whiskey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcjFGRfj8I/AAAAAAAABXI/yQgJTTbgJTE/s1600-h/Zb6-3439253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcjFGRfj8I/AAAAAAAABXI/yQgJTTbgJTE/s320/Zb6-3439253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hunch.com/whiskey-brands/jameson-irish-whiskey/2093013/"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gman Andrew, who's way into music, was given strings and a slide for his guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcmErwYVxI/AAAAAAAABXQ/lSyLcshspUQ/s1600-h/86406069_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcmErwYVxI/AAAAAAAABXQ/lSyLcshspUQ/s320/86406069_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apex-sales-australia.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=23"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And Best Man Curtis got a really special gift:&amp;nbsp; a spreadsheet custom made by the Dude himself!&amp;nbsp; Do I have any idea what was on that spreadsheet?&amp;nbsp; None whatsoever.&amp;nbsp; But Curtis seemed to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcmpDrVCZI/AAAAAAAABXY/WBDetpOj5Ic/s1600-h/mystica_USB_Flash_Drive.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcmpDrVCZI/AAAAAAAABXY/WBDetpOj5Ic/s320/mystica_USB_Flash_Drive.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://openclipart.org/people/mystica/mystica_USB_Flash_Drive.png&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://openclipart.org/media/files/mystica/7915&amp;amp;usg=__njtrTr69Yk_vDl7EYZQfAjCCd-M=&amp;amp;h=719&amp;amp;w=719&amp;amp;sz=110&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=2&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;tbnid=1jBiLi-zGSCDjM:&amp;amp;tbnh=140&amp;amp;tbnw=140&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dflash%2Bdrive%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, all three of them got &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/07/07/skinny-ties-anyone/"&gt;black skinny ties&lt;/a&gt; to wear the next day.&amp;nbsp; I was a little embarrassed to force my style on these guys, but they all looked great in the ties.&amp;nbsp; In fact, the Dude said they were making &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105236/"&gt;Reservoir Dogs&lt;/a&gt; jokes while they were getting ready.&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also wanted to get some special gifts for the people with supporting roles in our wedding.&amp;nbsp; Our officiant, my Uncle Tommy, got a gift card to Golfsmith.&amp;nbsp; Our readers got gift cards, too:&amp;nbsp; J. Dawg got an iTunes card and Amanda got a Starbucks card.&amp;nbsp; I put together some presents for the flower girls:&amp;nbsp; little satin purses filled with stickers, flower-covered nail files, and Hello Kitty compact mirrors.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mom and the Dude's parents were given IOUs for wedding photo books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After all the presents were handed out and everyone was feeling the love, it was time for the evening to come to an end.&amp;nbsp; We head a big day ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Previously, on Our Rainy-Day Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/01/our-rainy-day-wedding-the-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-4110220274960552535?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/4110220274960552535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=4110220274960552535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/4110220274960552535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/4110220274960552535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-rainy-day-wedding-bridal-party.html' title='Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  Bridal Party Gifts'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcYr733c4I/AAAAAAAABW4/JITgdhHosrQ/s72-c/DSCN0413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-1319862928195787722</id><published>2009-12-02T19:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:50:22.638-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Ornamental Inspiration:  Paris Street Chic</title><content type='html'>My board was inspired by this Eiffel Tower ornament that I bought a few years ago.&amp;nbsp; As soon as I thought of it, I knew I had to create a wedding look inspired by Paris fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcIOYWduSI/AAAAAAAABWQ/22t_pgJOYnI/s1600-h/DSCN1072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcIOYWduSI/AAAAAAAABWQ/22t_pgJOYnI/s320/DSCN1072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine a bride getting married in an old courthouse and then strolling along the Seine with her new spouse in this Audrey Hepburn-meets-Serena Van der Woodsen ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/paris_wedding_street_chic/set?.embedder=1182471&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=13987235"&gt;&lt;img alt="Paris Wedding Street Chic" border="0" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkpKNWZpS1RmM2hHNTlHYVRiUkwzTlEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Paris Wedding Street Chic" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/paris_wedding_street_chic/set?.embedder=1182471&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=13987235"&gt;Paris Wedding Street Chic&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.embedder=1182471&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1182471"&gt;mrsmouse&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/chinese_laundry_shoes/shop?brand=Chinese+Laundry&amp;amp;category_id=41"&gt;Chinese Laundry shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Top row:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.yesstyle.com/"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.torrid.com/"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.theknot.com/"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Middle row:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.topshop.com/"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.poshgirlvintage.com/"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Bottom row:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.chineselaundry.com/"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.chanel.com/"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of our honeymoon a bit, too!&amp;nbsp; (I had a little sample of Miss Dior Cherie that I brought on the trip, and I wore it the entire time we were in Paris!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-1319862928195787722?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/1319862928195787722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=1319862928195787722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/1319862928195787722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/1319862928195787722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/12/ornamental-inspiration-paris-street.html' title='Ornamental Inspiration:  Paris Street Chic'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxcIOYWduSI/AAAAAAAABWQ/22t_pgJOYnI/s72-c/DSCN1072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-3723434701972021265</id><published>2009-11-30T22:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:10:09.355-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rehearsal dinner'/><title type='text'>Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  The Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>This is it!&amp;nbsp; My recaps are actually beginning!&amp;nbsp; Our wedding day was one of the best days of my life, and I cannot wait to share it with you guys.&amp;nbsp; But before I get to the pro pics, I'd like to tell you about the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with manicures for me and MOH Deniz.* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxR5izELWTI/AAAAAAAABVA/AHggWY8uL2M/s1600/DSCN0500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxR5izELWTI/AAAAAAAABVA/AHggWY8uL2M/s400/DSCN0500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, I could've gone with an edgy gunmetal gray, but I loved this pale pale pink.&amp;nbsp; (And it matched our wedding colors!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met up with my mom, my SIL J. Dawg, and my MIL, the Dude's mom, for brunch.&amp;nbsp; I'd been wanting to try Sandra Bullock's restaurant, Bess Bistro, and it didn't disappoint.&amp;nbsp; Gourmet grilled cheese sandwich with blackberry compote?&amp;nbsp; Yes, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxR2q7z_O3I/AAAAAAAABUo/FPt3RHiVFaA/s1600/DSCN0495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxR2q7z_O3I/AAAAAAAABUo/FPt3RHiVFaA/s320/DSCN0495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great spending time with all of these women before everyone else got into town for the rehearsal dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxR6FdrWc1I/AAAAAAAABVI/X6Mh_VPzN_o/s1600/DSC_0470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxR6FdrWc1I/AAAAAAAABVI/X6Mh_VPzN_o/s400/DSC_0470.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo by MOH Deniz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back home for a bit.&amp;nbsp; Here we are chillaxing with the Dude's mom and grandpa a few hours before the rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxSJZIQou3I/AAAAAAAABVQ/47qDksBMpy0/s1600/DSC_0475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxSJZIQou3I/AAAAAAAABVQ/47qDksBMpy0/s400/DSC_0475.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the sky was starting to look pretty gloomy, and we weren't sure whether our backyard barbecue was going to come together.&amp;nbsp; The rental company was scheduled to drop off our tables and chairs at 3pm.&amp;nbsp; As soon the truck arrived and the guy started to unload our tables, the rain started to fall.&amp;nbsp; Yikes!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To top it off, my wedding dress was at the alteration's place, and I wouldn't be able to try it on until the rehearsal dinner was over.&amp;nbsp; Somehow I neglected to learn that the bodice was about a cup size too big until the week of my wedding! It was a bit stressful, but the beer was helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon, it was time for the rehearsal!&amp;nbsp; This was the first time we got to see my extended family who had come in from West Texas, Houston, Dallas, Louisiana, San Antonio, Amarillo, and upstate New York.&amp;nbsp; As soon as my flower girls saw me, they ran to my side and didn't leave it!&amp;nbsp; It was so sweet.&amp;nbsp; Below is my uncle Tommy, who I had asked to emcee our reception.&amp;nbsp; The flower girls are his grandkids. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxSOxKA_GqI/AAAAAAAABVg/XaW9bA69QYI/s1600/DSCN0496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxSOxKA_GqI/AAAAAAAABVg/XaW9bA69QYI/s400/DSCN0496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxSOtQukSHI/AAAAAAAABVY/l24BdKBk_VU/s1600/DSC_0488+%281%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxSOtQukSHI/AAAAAAAABVY/l24BdKBk_VU/s320/DSC_0488+%281%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo on the right by MOH Deniz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran through the ceremony in our outdoor location (Plan A) first.&amp;nbsp; Look how cute my bridesmaids are!&amp;nbsp; The flower girls were cracking up our officiant, Spike.&amp;nbsp; When we rehearsed the kiss, Grace (the one in the gray shirt) covered her eyes and said it was gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxSO0yUtk1I/AAAAAAAABVo/zLH0gxCw834/s1600/DSCN0497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxSO0yUtk1I/AAAAAAAABVo/zLH0gxCw834/s320/DSCN0497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, our coordinator, Rick, asked us to go ahead and run through the ceremony inside the Artisan Ballroom (Plan B).&amp;nbsp; I don't have any photos of that, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rehearsal was over quickly--almost too quickly!&amp;nbsp; Then it was time to head to me and the Dude's house for some delicious barbecue action.&amp;nbsp; At this point, it was drizzling pretty steadily.&amp;nbsp; But not to worry!&amp;nbsp; MOH Deniz had wrangled us a deal on a tent with the rental guy for our backyard dinner.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Phew.&amp;nbsp; What would we have done without her?&amp;nbsp; The tent was already up and the barbecue was getting delivered to us asap.&amp;nbsp; And my awesome friend (and ceremony reader) Amanda was on her way with my wedding dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a lot of photos from the rehearsal dinner, but here are a couple good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dude gets really excited about barbecue.&amp;nbsp; Little does he know, he won't be so excited about it two and a half months later when the leftovers are still in our freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxSSyPrkkBI/AAAAAAAABV4/o_X8OytBHx4/s1600/DSC_0506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxSSyPrkkBI/AAAAAAAABV4/o_X8OytBHx4/s320/DSC_0506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some of the adults enjoyed bottled beers, the little ones enjoyed their Coca Colas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxSSupjx7TI/AAAAAAAABVw/jMatW6QNOWc/s1600/DSC_0503.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxSSupjx7TI/AAAAAAAABVw/jMatW6QNOWc/s400/DSC_0503.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo by MOH Deniz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we knew it, the night was coming to an end, and I was forcing all of my family into a big group picture.&amp;nbsp; I'm so glad we got this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxSS1rruuoI/AAAAAAAABWA/vXE6Gtrx_Xs/s1600/IMG_3230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxSS1rruuoI/AAAAAAAABWA/vXE6Gtrx_Xs/s400/IMG_3230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo by MOH Deniz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we would have gotten a group shot of the Dude's family, too, as well as our wedding party.&amp;nbsp; I was way too preoccupied with other things to think about who was taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up:&amp;nbsp; a quick tangent so that I can show you the gifts we got for our wedding party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-3723434701972021265?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/3723434701972021265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=3723434701972021265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/3723434701972021265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/3723434701972021265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-rainy-day-wedding-rehearsal.html' title='Our Rainy-Day Wedding:  The Rehearsal'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SxR5izELWTI/AAAAAAAABVA/AHggWY8uL2M/s72-c/DSCN0500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-2719601451752559440</id><published>2009-11-17T22:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:00:59.505-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon'/><title type='text'>What Not to Do on Your Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>Now that my honeymoon recaps are done, I thought I'd share with you guys some of the things we did wrong.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully someone can learn from our mistakes!&amp;nbsp; By the way, I see now why people tend to go to tropical islands on their honeymoons instead of gallivanting through Europe:&amp;nbsp; it's exhausting!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (But totally worth it, in my opinion.)&amp;nbsp; At any rate, here's our list of "don'ts" (and some "dos").&amp;nbsp; Please, learn from our stupids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the last few days of your two-week long honeymoon, don't try to squeeze in a million-and-one sites, activities, and adventures.&amp;nbsp; Instead, save the relaxing parts of the trip for the end--you'll appreciate those days of rest before returning to "normal" life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't buy two new pairs of boots on your trip.&amp;nbsp; Especially when you're literally carrying all of your luggage on your back and everything barely fits into your giant backpack as it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is ridiculously obvious, but don't neglect to check the weather before you go!&amp;nbsp; Don't rely on your partner who tells you that it's going to be "nice" in Paris.&amp;nbsp; Nice is relative, people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't bring your (brand new) Sonicare toothbrush and try to plug it in to a European electrical outlet.&amp;nbsp; Even with a converter, that baby will get fried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SwN9mZ3fbpI/AAAAAAAABTg/1eZTHv3nKSM/s1600/DSCN0880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SwN9mZ3fbpI/AAAAAAAABTg/1eZTHv3nKSM/s640/DSCN0880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're a reading junkie, bring books with you that you don't mind leaving (on the airplane, in your hotel room, wherever)--makes room so you can buy more boots!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you plan on carrying on all of your luggage, keep in mind that the U.S. government will not let you bring back any liquids over 100ml.&amp;nbsp; This means you can't bring back olive oil from Greece for your SIL who had been asking for some for months!&amp;nbsp; :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be sure to learn a few phrases in the native languages of the countries you plan on visiting.&amp;nbsp; (How much does it cost?&amp;nbsp; Can I have the bill?&amp;nbsp; Where is the bathroom?&amp;nbsp; Do you have Coke Light?)&amp;nbsp; But don't stress to much over this.&amp;nbsp; You'll be able to get along even if your tongue freezes up and you forget everything you learned.&amp;nbsp; Even if you start speaking in Spanish to the concierge at your Parisian hotel.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SwN97Nha9SI/AAAAAAAABTo/fDMCJFTdI9M/s1600/DSCN0648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SwN97Nha9SI/AAAAAAAABTo/fDMCJFTdI9M/s640/DSCN0648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you see a giant Lego Hagrid, take a picture with it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When it comes to booking hotels, either really do your homework before you go and book in advance, or just show up and find the best deal.&amp;nbsp; Booking in advance based on a half-assed internet search is a recipe for disaster!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SwN-MnheYfI/AAAAAAAABTw/phVbY9FYIXk/s1600/DSCN0588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SwN-MnheYfI/AAAAAAAABTw/phVbY9FYIXk/s640/DSCN0588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never make fun of your husband for taking too many pictures.&amp;nbsp; You will be so grateful for all of them when you get back home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lessons did you learn when traveling on your honeymoon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-2719601451752559440?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/2719601451752559440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=2719601451752559440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/2719601451752559440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/2719601451752559440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-not-to-do-on-your-honeymoon.html' title='What Not to Do on Your Honeymoon'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SwN9mZ3fbpI/AAAAAAAABTg/1eZTHv3nKSM/s72-c/DSCN0880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-8482111722143765354</id><published>2009-11-16T09:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:20:44.665-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon'/><title type='text'>Mice in Europe:  Athens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, folks, this is it.&amp;nbsp; My final honeymoon recap post.&amp;nbsp; It's been fun sharing our experiences in Europe with all of you.&amp;nbsp; Be sure and stay tuned for a post on travel tips and, of course, the wedding recaps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I left you last, I said that our ferry from Naxos was heading back to Santorini--what was that all about?&amp;nbsp; Well, we had booked our ferry from Santorini to Athens before leaving for our honeymoon.&amp;nbsp; Then we decided, while in Santorini, to take a side trip to Naxos, which meant we had to get back to Santorini in time to catch our ferry to Athens.&amp;nbsp; We ended up backtracking a bit by going from Naxos to Santorini to Athens because Naxos is actually in between Santorini and the mainland.&amp;nbsp; In fact, our ferry from Santorini to Athens stopped in Naxos on the way.&amp;nbsp; In theory, we could have just stayed in Naxos and tried to board the ferry when it arrived there, but we weren't sure how the system worked and didn't want to take the risk of not being able to board our ferry.&amp;nbsp; So back to Santorini it was but only long enough for a quick bite to eat.&amp;nbsp; Then it was on to Athens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We only had two full days in this city, so we tried to fit in as much site-seeing as possibly, even though we were incredibly worn out at this point in the trip.&amp;nbsp; Our first morning in Athens, we woke up and headed a couple of blocks from our hotel to Hadrian's Arch.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5S2OuUs1I/AAAAAAAABRI/fSiNjuH5N8w/s640/DSCN0894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Dude let us to some steps that were worn smooth and looked very precarious.&amp;nbsp; But once we got to the top, it was totally worth the climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5S8upJTTI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VyRZGfMZRVA/s1600-h/DSCN0896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5S8upJTTI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VyRZGfMZRVA/s640/DSCN0896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TAfAw7fI/AAAAAAAABRY/QxRCMHSxkvo/s1600-h/DSCN0899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TAfAw7fI/AAAAAAAABRY/QxRCMHSxkvo/s640/DSCN0899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this view of the Acropolis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TKBUxr0I/AAAAAAAABRg/M9aVeHt_Swo/s1600-h/DSCN0907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TKBUxr0I/AAAAAAAABRg/M9aVeHt_Swo/s640/DSCN0907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we checked out Ancient Agora, basically the hub of ancient Athenian civilization.&amp;nbsp; This building was completely reconstructed to look as it did back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TNvaqm1I/AAAAAAAABRo/RbHUFKF_Nn8/s1600-h/DSCN0910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TNvaqm1I/AAAAAAAABRo/RbHUFKF_Nn8/s640/DSCN0910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire porch area was filled with marble statutes from various eras.&amp;nbsp; We have no idea who this bust is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TUA8JGxI/AAAAAAAABRw/fRGSe5_PuVU/s1600-h/DSCN0916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TUA8JGxI/AAAAAAAABRw/fRGSe5_PuVU/s640/DSCN0916.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This building is part of Ancient Agora.&amp;nbsp; It's the Temple of Hephaestus, and it is known as the best preserved ancient Greek temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TdGgR9ZI/AAAAAAAABR4/xdRL3RU-GnI/s1600-h/DSCN0941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TdGgR9ZI/AAAAAAAABR4/xdRL3RU-GnI/s640/DSCN0941.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TgnmicvI/AAAAAAAABSA/CqS2Lrlcf4c/s1600-h/DSCN0950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TgnmicvI/AAAAAAAABSA/CqS2Lrlcf4c/s640/DSCN0950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After grabbing some lunch, we headed to another ancient site, the Kerameikos cemetery.&amp;nbsp; It was filled with ancient headstones, beautiful views of a basilica, and lots of turtles.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TmyCRKoI/AAAAAAAABSI/CVKvaV8HwSw/s1600-h/DSCN0962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TmyCRKoI/AAAAAAAABSI/CVKvaV8HwSw/s640/DSCN0962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TqZai_WI/AAAAAAAABSQ/MdMo3rUoq-g/s1600-h/DSCN0966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TqZai_WI/AAAAAAAABSQ/MdMo3rUoq-g/s640/DSCN0966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, we headed back to the neighborhood near our hotel to see the Temple to the Olympian Zeus.&amp;nbsp; It was on lower ground than the other sites we had seen that day, and it was much much larger in scale than any of the other ancient temples.&amp;nbsp; It was completed by Hadrian in the 2nd Century A.D., and it was meant to rival the Parthenon.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty much breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TwdU3D4I/AAAAAAAABSY/3VcMCiBhLAI/s1600-h/DSCN0979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TwdU3D4I/AAAAAAAABSY/3VcMCiBhLAI/s640/DSCN0979.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TzzjIP0I/AAAAAAAABSg/kKinGU4qt24/s1600-h/DSCN0980.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5TzzjIP0I/AAAAAAAABSg/kKinGU4qt24/s640/DSCN0980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5T3dT18vI/AAAAAAAABSo/k2jDFIObbJw/s1600-h/DSCN0986.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5T3dT18vI/AAAAAAAABSo/k2jDFIObbJw/s640/DSCN0986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, it was our goal to get up before the sun and see the sun rising over the Acropolis.&amp;nbsp; We attempted to this, but in our groggy state, we decided to go back to the hotel after the sun came up because we were so sleepy and cold.&amp;nbsp; We went back to sleep for two hours!&amp;nbsp; So then it was time to go and fight the masses to see what has to be one of the most popular tourist sites in the world--the Acropolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SwDLekkB9OI/AAAAAAAABSw/S8qOfli2OS0/s1600/DSCN0995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SwDLekkB9OI/AAAAAAAABSw/S8qOfli2OS0/s640/DSCN0995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SwDLoJx8PEI/AAAAAAAABS4/Lw1nqIAUt6g/s1600/DSCN0997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SwDLoJx8PEI/AAAAAAAABS4/Lw1nqIAUt6g/s640/DSCN0997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SwDLyN0_NEI/AAAAAAAABTA/Eba66JhP5aY/s1600/DSCN1001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SwDLyN0_NEI/AAAAAAAABTA/Eba66JhP5aY/s640/DSCN1001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a book on Greek mythology the whole time we were in Greece, and so luckily I was able to point out that this tree is the olive tree that was planted by Athena when she was running against Poseidon to be ruler/protector of Athens.&amp;nbsp; The story goes that all of the women voted for Athena and all of the men voted for Poseidon.&amp;nbsp; When Athena won, that's when men decided to take the right to vote away from women.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SwDL8NqdpnI/AAAAAAAABTI/jpfKE_p-jzA/s1600/DSCN1003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SwDL8NqdpnI/AAAAAAAABTI/jpfKE_p-jzA/s640/DSCN1003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it to the Parthenon!&amp;nbsp; So crowded, but totally worth it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SwDMGP4S_CI/AAAAAAAABTQ/ga8OJElYbno/s1600/DSCN1010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SwDMGP4S_CI/AAAAAAAABTQ/ga8OJElYbno/s640/DSCN1010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SwDMPfQrJkI/AAAAAAAABTY/1z0qaSEMgSQ/s1600/DSCN1012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SwDMPfQrJkI/AAAAAAAABTY/1z0qaSEMgSQ/s640/DSCN1012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing and pretty surreal to see all of the ancient runes in Athens.&amp;nbsp; Our two days were so jam-packed with seeing as much as we could that we didn't really get a chance to soak up Athens culture like we wanted to.&amp;nbsp; I'd recommend staying for longer than we did!&amp;nbsp; It's a beautiful city, and it has a lot to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up very early the next morning to catch our flight back to the United States.&amp;nbsp; We were sad that our honeymoon was ending, but so happy to get back to our home, our cats, and married life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-8482111722143765354?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/8482111722143765354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=8482111722143765354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/8482111722143765354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/8482111722143765354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/11/mice-in-europe-athens.html' title='Mice in Europe:  Athens'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sv5S2OuUs1I/AAAAAAAABRI/fSiNjuH5N8w/s72-c/DSCN0894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-5485679555291917048</id><published>2009-11-05T23:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:41:19.554-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon'/><title type='text'>Mice in Europe:  Naxos</title><content type='html'>Sure, we were sad to leave Santorini.  It truly felt like paradise.  (Well, paradise where you can't flush paper down the toilet, but paradise nonetheless.)  But we were so excited to hop on our first ferry to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naxos_Island"&gt;Naxos&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived just in time to see the sun setting over the Temple to Apollo.  Kind of apropos, since he was the sun god after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvO7CuO72UI/AAAAAAAABOA/Gn02wM75NuU/s1600-h/DSCN0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvO7CuO72UI/AAAAAAAABOA/Gn02wM75NuU/s1600/DSCN0772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400866033592162626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding our hotel was a bit of a challenge, as all of the "streets" in the little port town where we stayed were very tiny and windy.  It really felt like we were walking in a maze!  We finally got to our hotel that we had booked the day before on Expedia, and the owner told us that he didn't have our room anymore!  He had given it away &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; before he got the fax from Expedia.  Luckily, he was very nice, and he had already arranged for us to stay in a nearby hotel.  This lesson we learned over and over again in Greece--it's better not to book your hotel room in advance because you will probably stumble upon one that has a room available!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back down to the water's edge to have dinner, followed by some Greek coffee and Ouzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvO84IFM3tI/AAAAAAAABOI/nQ0ZAPF48XU/s1600-h/DSCN0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvO84IFM3tI/AAAAAAAABOI/nQ0ZAPF48XU/s1600/DSCN0780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400868050575351506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greek coffee, although served in adorable espresso cups, is NOT espresso.  It is very tasty, however.  Just make sure not to drink the grounds at the bottom of the cup.  Instead, when you finish, turn your cup upside down and let the grounds trickle down the sides of the cup.  After a few minutes, turn your cup back over and read your fortune in the grounds.  I have no idea if people in Greece actually do this--I learned this from my MOH's mother, who grew up in Istanbul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvO9Oil80TI/AAAAAAAABOQ/q0qeFGGoCOw/s1600-h/DSCN0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvO9Oil80TI/AAAAAAAABOQ/q0qeFGGoCOw/s1600/DSCN0782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400868435649155378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we spent exploring the village.  First on our agenda was breakfast.  Look what we found on the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvO-VyhNXOI/AAAAAAAABOY/XxcMqIlsmRk/s1600-h/DSCN0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; height: 600px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvO-VyhNXOI/AAAAAAAABOY/XxcMqIlsmRk/s1600/DSCN0785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400869659694947554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghetto Luxury Dance Club.  Do they even get the irony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we enjoyed breakfast near the water.  Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed breakfast.  The Dude enjoyed a chocolate milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvO-55BWe2I/AAAAAAAABOg/pEShKQWZhY8/s1600-h/DSCN0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvO-55BWe2I/AAAAAAAABOg/pEShKQWZhY8/s1600/DSCN0786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400870279915666274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got some up-close action at Apollo's Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvO_vqP65xI/AAAAAAAABOo/YQ4-wX0_Y5I/s1600-h/DSCN0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; height: 600px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvO_vqP65xI/AAAAAAAABOo/YQ4-wX0_Y5I/s1600/DSCN0794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400871203663177490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvPAn4lD9GI/AAAAAAAABO4/v3X57t50ZJo/s1600-h/DSCN0799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvPAn4lD9GI/AAAAAAAABO4/v3X57t50ZJo/s1600/DSCN0799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400872169582621794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvPBzUyllXI/AAAAAAAABPA/tNN1YCKMEEk/s1600-h/DSCN0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; height: 600px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvPBzUyllXI/AAAAAAAABPA/tNN1YCKMEEk/s1600/DSCN0806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400873465645733234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvPDginPOqI/AAAAAAAABPI/hhbaaPa2VWM/s1600-h/DSCN0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvPDginPOqI/AAAAAAAABPI/hhbaaPa2VWM/s1600/DSCN0810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400875341961968290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvPEKybyzBI/AAAAAAAABPQ/iSJMMzaEdAI/s1600-h/DSCN0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvPEKybyzBI/AAAAAAAABPQ/iSJMMzaEdAI/s1600/DSCN0822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400876067763440658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around the village for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS3lWynSRI/AAAAAAAABPY/n7NzYBojuNM/s1600-h/DSCN0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; height: 600px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS3lWynSRI/AAAAAAAABPY/n7NzYBojuNM/s1600/DSCN0829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401143705524979986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS4DjWHA9I/AAAAAAAABPg/pjOZCaf36qo/s1600-h/DSCN0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS4DjWHA9I/AAAAAAAABPg/pjOZCaf36qo/s1600/DSCN0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401144224291161042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS4j_RsEoI/AAAAAAAABPo/YkR4P-U8Wjs/s1600-h/DSCN0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS4j_RsEoI/AAAAAAAABPo/YkR4P-U8Wjs/s1600/DSCN0836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401144781544624770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we decided to splurge on a cab ride to an ancient site in the interior of the island.  It's a tiny island, so there really wasn't any public transportation to speak of.  We were so glad we made this decision (even though I got a bit carsick from the windy roads)--we ended up at one of our favorite sites of the trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demeter's Temple was actually quite interesting, as it had recently been reconstructed to reflect the various periods of its existence as a religious site:  first, as a temple in ancient Greece, then later as a church.  In our opinion, the historians and restoration artists did an amazing job of deciding how to restore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS7JhN2DTI/AAAAAAAABPw/uT5R-FjBWDw/s1600-h/DSCN0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS7JhN2DTI/AAAAAAAABPw/uT5R-FjBWDw/s1600/DSCN0838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401147625333722418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS7uIH5HAI/AAAAAAAABP4/BxcOKfNMeHA/s1600-h/DSCN0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS7uIH5HAI/AAAAAAAABP4/BxcOKfNMeHA/s1600/DSCN0844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401148254253030402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS8GIvcS9I/AAAAAAAABQA/pNqGtYOQTsI/s1600-h/DSCN0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS8GIvcS9I/AAAAAAAABQA/pNqGtYOQTsI/s1600/DSCN0847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401148666735774674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple was nestled into a beautiful, lush valley.  I imagine it's no accident, as Demeter was the goddess of fertility.  It was breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS8l-VLfJI/AAAAAAAABQI/hgyB1xVmHK0/s1600-h/DSCN0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS8l-VLfJI/AAAAAAAABQI/hgyB1xVmHK0/s1600/DSCN0845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401149213697080466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS9HZxGqkI/AAAAAAAABQQ/cUlbxUD3swk/s1600-h/DSCN0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS9HZxGqkI/AAAAAAAABQQ/cUlbxUD3swk/s1600/DSCN0850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401149787997645378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended that day with a delicious dinner where we got waited on by two very hot Greeks (one male and one female--lucky us!).  I got a little bit drunk and accidentally kicked over the chair across from me when trying to feed a begging cat some bread.  Ooops!  Luckily there was a table of loud Germans next to us, and I don't even think they noticed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS-KKu-o5I/AAAAAAAABQg/RXqqbEM2a3E/s1600-h/DSCN0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS-KKu-o5I/AAAAAAAABQg/RXqqbEM2a3E/s1600/DSCN0860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401150935013434258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we explored a 10th Century castle that was literally built into the hills of the village.  It was an incredible place, but it was sad to see what bad shape it was in.  They just don't have any money to work with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS_mbgvnlI/AAAAAAAABQo/uZfAsZKXwkI/s1600-h/DSCN0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; height: 600px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS_mbgvnlI/AAAAAAAABQo/uZfAsZKXwkI/s1600/DSCN0865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401152520065097298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS_15yjxSI/AAAAAAAABQw/bSpU_5E11UY/s1600-h/DSCN0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvS_15yjxSI/AAAAAAAABQw/bSpU_5E11UY/s1600/DSCN0872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401152785890919714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are views from the castle windows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvTAsqkvsgI/AAAAAAAABQ4/cwyAY7rgDQo/s1600-h/DSCN0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvTAsqkvsgI/AAAAAAAABQ4/cwyAY7rgDQo/s1600/DSCN0868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401153726699254274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvTA6WfjGnI/AAAAAAAABRA/enG29PzOQMc/s1600-h/DSCN0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvTA6WfjGnI/AAAAAAAABRA/enG29PzOQMc/s1600/DSCN0871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401153961826916978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back to the port to wait for our next ferry:  back to Santorini!  Wait, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end with a short video from our dinner on the second night.  In Greece, many of the restaurants have a ton of appetizers, called mezes, that you order for the table to share.  It's similar to the idea of Spanish tapas or Turkish mezes. (And the word actually comes from Turkish.  Yeah, I'm a linguistics geek.  What, I haven't told you that yet?)  Anyway, I thought the mezes we ordered at this restaurant were so pretty I had to share--they were yummy, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b87511cfa54dae81" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db87511cfa54dae81%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D220297A86C19417ED3729CD7C9A0959A9C998DD2.13DC23ACBEDD63BD6207BDBBBBED221225A6620F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db87511cfa54dae81%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkaCOuOkcDAy5rrTtSq9Uujs2khg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db87511cfa54dae81%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D220297A86C19417ED3729CD7C9A0959A9C998DD2.13DC23ACBEDD63BD6207BDBBBBED221225A6620F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db87511cfa54dae81%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkaCOuOkcDAy5rrTtSq9Uujs2khg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you miss something?  Try and keep up, OK?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/10/13/mice-in-europe-paris-part-i/"&gt;Mice in Europe: Paris Part I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/10/16/mice-in-europe-paris-part-ii/"&gt;Mice in Europe: Paris Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/10/22/mice-in-europe-versailles/"&gt;Mice in Europe: Versailles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/10/27/mice-in-europe-milan/"&gt;Mice in Europe: Milan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/11/03/mice-in-europe-santorini/"&gt;Mice in Europe:  Santorini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-5485679555291917048?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/5485679555291917048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=5485679555291917048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5485679555291917048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5485679555291917048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/11/mice-in-europe-naxos.html' title='Mice in Europe:  Naxos'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SvO7CuO72UI/AAAAAAAABOA/Gn02wM75NuU/s72-c/DSCN0772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-1426381937945466404</id><published>2009-11-01T14:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:10:53.444-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon'/><title type='text'>Mice in Europe:  Santorini</title><content type='html'>Our first stop in Greece was Santorini.  Santorini is a small, circular &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Archipelago" title="Archipelago"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;archipelago of &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Volcano" title="Volcano"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;volcanic islands&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Island" title="Island"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; located in the southern &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aegean_Sea" title="Aegean Sea"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aegean Sea, about 120 miles southeast from Greece&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greece" title="Greece"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s mainland.  The main island is called Thira, and the most beautiful part of the island, where the main thrust of restaurants and hotels is located, is called Oia.  We thought it was really cool that Santorini is basically what remains of a larger island after a massive volcanic explosion that took place 3,600 years ago.  Now the city of Thira looks out into a water-filled caldera, which makes for some mind-boggling photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are on our first full day in Oia.  Believe it or not, this photo was taken from the cafe where we had breakfast.  The views don't really get much better than this, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3rajy-apI/AAAAAAAABL4/14jWzHGa8NY/s1600-h/DSCN0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3rajy-apI/AAAAAAAABL4/14jWzHGa8NY/s1600/DSCN0661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399230369805265554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3rnNUrRrI/AAAAAAAABMA/LZ9xpQcCze4/s1600-h/DSCN0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3rnNUrRrI/AAAAAAAABMA/LZ9xpQcCze4/s1600/DSCN0667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399230587110901426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many amazing photo ops like this throughout Oia.  I have no idea what this building is--we just thought it was pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3r9o98xtI/AAAAAAAABMI/KM2oB9ASdmY/s1600-h/DSCN0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; height: 600px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3r9o98xtI/AAAAAAAABMI/KM2oB9ASdmY/s1600/DSCN0675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399230972488894162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two shots are from the balcony of the hotel we stayed at on our second night.  It was called Delfini, and it is run by the sweetest woman I've ever met.  When she found out we were on our honeymoon, she told the Dude "I will see you back here next year with one baby."  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3sLzROjgI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Mk23Ljckhj4/s1600-h/DSCN0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3sLzROjgI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Mk23Ljckhj4/s1600/DSCN0692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399231215772274178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this next photo is so beautiful it doesn't even look real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3sVXn8qqI/AAAAAAAABMY/d0ZWsVuXo60/s1600-h/DSCN0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3sVXn8qqI/AAAAAAAABMY/d0ZWsVuXo60/s1600/DSCN0707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399231380150069922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we woke up and headed back to our breakfast spot--we seriously couldn't find a place with a better view!  Here's the Dude checking out a cruise ship that was pulling in to port in the cafe's telescope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3sz_3TFTI/AAAAAAAABMg/tOkaVqNHFVc/s1600-h/DSCN0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3sz_3TFTI/AAAAAAAABMg/tOkaVqNHFVc/s1600/DSCN0720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399231906347947314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Delfini was booked for this night, so we had to find a new hotel.  My only criteria was that it had a swimming pool.  Luckily, I wasn't disappointed.  (Those are not my toes, by the way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3s9WVSyqI/AAAAAAAABMo/lqVll9-XEm8/s1600-h/DSCN0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3s9WVSyqI/AAAAAAAABMo/lqVll9-XEm8/s1600/DSCN0723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399232066998160034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a relaxing afternoon by the pool, we hung out in the hotel room for a bit and got ready to check out the sunset.  I sneaked a few pages of my book while the Dude showered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su4OzTHSPrI/AAAAAAAABNY/xxDj67awj9o/s1600-h/DSCN0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; height: 600px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su4OzTHSPrI/AAAAAAAABNY/xxDj67awj9o/s1600/DSCN0745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399269277730750130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty much how I rolled for most of the trip:  with my nose stuck in a book.  Hey, I was excited to have free time for pleasure reading for the first time in three years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su4RE9sNMTI/AAAAAAAABNw/yCi5zwHZozs/s1600-h/DSCN0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su4RE9sNMTI/AAAAAAAABNw/yCi5zwHZozs/s1600/DSCN0753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399271780240929074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun started to go down, we headed up to our hotel's Sunset Terrace to take in the gorgeous Aegean sunset from a sweet vantage point.  Some Greek beer and red wine along with a bowl of peanuts were the perfect complement to the setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3tJxuXPPI/AAAAAAAABMw/5lZkL1H-lEY/s1600-h/DSCN0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3tJxuXPPI/AAAAAAAABMw/5lZkL1H-lEY/s1600/DSCN0726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399232280509496562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for some gratuitous sunset porn.  Is that a thing?  I just made it one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3teFeFJYI/AAAAAAAABNA/BdC90FAaYcc/s1600-h/DSCN0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3teFeFJYI/AAAAAAAABNA/BdC90FAaYcc/s1600/DSCN0728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399232629407294850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3tWhNtqlI/AAAAAAAABM4/92Gt0_ujc0g/s1600-h/DSCN0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3tWhNtqlI/AAAAAAAABM4/92Gt0_ujc0g/s1600/DSCN0731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399232499415886418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su4N3fptkMI/AAAAAAAABNI/ToL9chKxJTI/s1600-h/DSCN0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su4N3fptkMI/AAAAAAAABNI/ToL9chKxJTI/s1600/DSCN0742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399268250304221378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this was our last night in Santorini, we headed back down for a fancy dinner in a restaurant filled with drippy candles and lace curtains.  It was such a romantic setting (but alas, too dark for photos).  Here we had one of the best conversations of the trip--we just talked about how excited we were to spend the rest of our lives together and how lucky we are and all that mushy stuff.  I'm glad no one we know heard us talking because they probably would have thrown up in their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one last shot of one of the blue-domed churches in Oia.  Beautiful, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su4OFX63ooI/AAAAAAAABNQ/Sdof6EVA75E/s1600-h/DSCN0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su4OFX63ooI/AAAAAAAABNQ/Sdof6EVA75E/s1600/DSCN0762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399268488746869378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really hard time deciding which video to share with you guys--we have three full days of awesome Santorini footage!  I ultimately decided to go with two because why not?  The first is of a wedding processional (or recessional?) we saw on the streets of Oia.  (This is Weddingbee, after all!) We saw many couples getting married while in Greece, and we happened to get footage of this one.  If we hadn't had our dream wedding in Austin, Oia would have been a magnificent place to tie the knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9d61dc628a3dd1d7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9d61dc628a3dd1d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CAC2373ECD440D7E7E07F1B12109EB0D9DB1F62.4923A6F225CAECB73AA0E4AA9037F07DAD000B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9d61dc628a3dd1d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSuwJCcZoMbq91fP6WiaUnkdaXss&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9d61dc628a3dd1d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CAC2373ECD440D7E7E07F1B12109EB0D9DB1F62.4923A6F225CAECB73AA0E4AA9037F07DAD000B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9d61dc628a3dd1d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSuwJCcZoMbq91fP6WiaUnkdaXss&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is a video of me and the Dude after we finished dinner at The Blue Sky Restaurant in Oia.  I had just finished a very spicy salad with something called "rocket."  This is us trying to figure out exactly what that meant.  (Sidebar:  we didn't figure out that "rocket" actually means "roquette" or arugula, a spicy Mediterranean leafy vegetable, until after we got back to the States and I Googled it. 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Try and keep up, OK?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/10/13/mice-in-europe-paris-part-i/"&gt;Mice in Europe: Paris Part I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/10/16/mice-in-europe-paris-part-ii/"&gt;Mice in Europe: Paris Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/10/22/mice-in-europe-versailles/"&gt;Mice In Europe: Versailles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/10/27/mice-in-europe-milan/"&gt;Mice In Europe:  Milan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-1426381937945466404?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/1426381937945466404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=1426381937945466404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/1426381937945466404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/1426381937945466404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/11/mice-in-europe-santorini.html' title='Mice in Europe:  Santorini'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Su3rajy-apI/AAAAAAAABL4/14jWzHGa8NY/s72-c/DSCN0661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-3466171476000200141</id><published>2009-10-26T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:48:11.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon'/><title type='text'>Mice In Europe:  Milan</title><content type='html'>When I left you guys, we had just seen the Eiffel Tower sparkle in all its Disney-esque glory.  We woke up the next morning, had breakfast in our hotel, and took the Metro to the rail station, where we would get on our train to Milan.  We were sad to leave Paris but so excited about what was next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SuaHk7J3bJI/AAAAAAAABLI/yr8GCCKULy4/s1600-h/DSCN0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SuaHk7J3bJI/AAAAAAAABLI/yr8GCCKULy4/s320/DSCN0612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397150271874231442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the Milan Cathedral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed a relaxing ride through the French and Italian countryside.  The highlight of the train ride was getting to see the Alps--they really do have little snow caps on!  We arrived in Milan around 9pm, ready to find our hotel and get something to eat.  We'd eaten lunch on the train, but we were definitely saving room for a nice, big, Italian dinner.  Unfortunately, we had booked our hotel in advance and it was pretty far from the city center.  So much for saving money!  We took the subway as far as it would go in our direction and then had a 45-minute walk to our hotel.  That's a 45-minute (hungry) walk with giant backpacks on our backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it and checked into our hotel, realizing a bit too late that (a) the hotel restaurant and room service were closed for the evening (b )we were at least a 30-minute walk from any open eating establishments, (c) we were in a very industrial and non-pedestrian-friendly area at about 11pm.    We left the hotel and desperately walked along a major highway for about 20 minutes, looking for something, ANYTHING, to eat.  When we realized we were much more likely to find a prostitute than a pizza, we admitted defeat and headed back to our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered drinks from the hotel "bar" (a dirty room with a few random liquor bottles and two cafeteria-style formica tables) because we couldn't think of anything else to do.  They didn't even have milk to make me a White Russian, so instead I got a Black Russian that cost 14 Euros.  The Dude (probably more wisely) had a beer.  Back in the hotel room, I raged through two cans of mini-bar Pringles.  I didn't even enjoy them--I only ate them out of spite!  Milan--1, Mice--0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we both passed out with thoughts of tomato-y pasta and garlic-y break filling up our angry, hungry little heads.  But the next day was a brand new day, and hey!  We were on our honeymoon, so we determined to make the most of our one day in Milan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dude had done all of the planning for Milan.  All I knew was I wanted to do some shopping!  We took the subway to the main square in the city, which is home to the exquisite Milan Cathedral, a foreboding yet beautiful Gothic explosion that towers over the entire square.  After lunch (oh, heavenly sandwiches and potato chips!), we explored every angle of the cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SuaIdQOI_TI/AAAAAAAABLU/iLIvcUVzYGg/s1600-h/DSCN0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SuaIdQOI_TI/AAAAAAAABLU/iLIvcUVzYGg/s320/DSCN0604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397151239601978674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SuaA50Fp6JI/AAAAAAAABKg/9Br-H9W0JgU/s1600-h/DSCN0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SuaA50Fp6JI/AAAAAAAABKg/9Br-H9W0JgU/s320/DSCN0619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397142934173378706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SuaAui72A5I/AAAAAAAABKY/cPrEqkWx_rU/s1600-h/DSCN0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SuaAui72A5I/AAAAAAAABKY/cPrEqkWx_rU/s320/DSCN0618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397142740590265234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dude suggested we head over to see the Last Supper, which is housed in a church a few stops over from the main square.  We hopped back on the subway and arrived at the church, pumped up to see the Last Supper!  We walked inside and tried to purchase tickets from the woman sitting at the desk.  She informed us that no we wouldn't be getting in to see the Last Supper and that, in fact, it was "booked" until November.  What?  You have to have RESERVATIONS to see the Last Supper?  In a church?  Doesn't it seem like there is something wrong with that?  Milan--2, Mice--0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be deterred, we headed back to the main square to get some major shopping in (H&amp;amp;M, Zara, Intimissimi!), as well as to consume massive amounts of beer, espresso, and gelato.  Several hundred Euros later, we felt much better!  We strolled through the arcade, trying our best to appreciate the city despite our experiences.  C'mon, how spoiled could we be?  There's no pouting on your honeymoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SuaCvb3vW_I/AAAAAAAABKw/JhLaAGIpFfo/s1600-h/DSCN0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SuaCvb3vW_I/AAAAAAAABKw/JhLaAGIpFfo/s320/DSCN0603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397144954897128434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SuaCQwl9u6I/AAAAAAAABKo/28R3m3KmfkY/s1600-h/DSCN0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SuaCQwl9u6I/AAAAAAAABKo/28R3m3KmfkY/s320/DSCN0624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397144427883772834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SuaDGKXg_0I/AAAAAAAABK4/YNumXkkVn5E/s1600-h/DSCN0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SuaDGKXg_0I/AAAAAAAABK4/YNumXkkVn5E/s320/DSCN0631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397145345335557954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out until dark, did some more damage to our wallets, and then had an amazing (but pricey) dinner in a restaurant in the arcade.  The best part:  there was a guy singing some covers in English, and I swear he sounded like an Italian Willie Nelson.  We were thoroughly entertained.  Milan--2, Mice--1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c66ccc05db4345ec" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc66ccc05db4345ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33EC16536CC40B1ACD71DEC3D9C1FDEAE1565074.4DC0C5EC709FE3F50C29C92D6C881CE5C2600AC2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc66ccc05db4345ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMoy52GR6RZhXQqa6_Mco41zGGzg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc66ccc05db4345ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33EC16536CC40B1ACD71DEC3D9C1FDEAE1565074.4DC0C5EC709FE3F50C29C92D6C881CE5C2600AC2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc66ccc05db4345ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMoy52GR6RZhXQqa6_Mco41zGGzg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, when we took this video, we still hadn't figured out that the music was coming from inside the restaurant.  We had no idea he was singing live until right before we left!  Yeah, maybe we were little tipsy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day in Milan definitely ended on a high note.  Up next:  we head to Greece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you miss something? Try and keep up, OK?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/10/13/mice-in-europe-paris-part-i/"&gt;Mice in Europe: Paris Part I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/10/16/mice-in-europe-paris-part-ii/"&gt;Mice in Europe: Paris Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/10/22/mice-in-europe-versailles/"&gt;Mice In Europe:  Versailles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-3466171476000200141?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/3466171476000200141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=3466171476000200141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/3466171476000200141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/3466171476000200141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/10/mice-in-europe-milan.html' title='Mice In Europe:  Milan'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SuaHk7J3bJI/AAAAAAAABLI/yr8GCCKULy4/s72-c/DSCN0612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-8749868448599889932</id><published>2009-10-19T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:32:24.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon'/><title type='text'>Mice in Europe:  Versailles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow on the third day in Paris, we managed to take zero photos.  So this post is all video.  I apologize if you're reading this from work, and you can't watch them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our final day in Paris, and we decided to spend the day in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Versailles"&gt;Versailles&lt;/a&gt;--if you're not familiar with it, Versailles is a city located just a little outside of Paris.  It's the home of the famously ornate Château de Versailles, well known as the home of Marie Antoinette and Louis XVI during their marriage.  We read in our guidebook that you should get there early, as the Palace tends to get very crowded with tourists during the day.  The book also suggested spending the entire day in Versailles.  We took the Metro and the RER (kind of like a suburban rail), and it took us about an hour total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, it was cloudy and cold and windy, and we were sleepy!  And we had to walk a pretty good way from the train stop to the Palace.  Honestly, I just wanted to go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first impression upon walking up to the front of the Palace was "Uh, where's all the grass and trees and stuff?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5c876057707cfa31" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5c876057707cfa31%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1622C15ECB7F36A95149B2B2F4F1056A5EB1D229.7BDE51E935B16E0BCB4D9019C9847962149A9C05%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c876057707cfa31%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DM1JXzgaNNSK-EL3HibZMxbtJbP0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5c876057707cfa31%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1622C15ECB7F36A95149B2B2F4F1056A5EB1D229.7BDE51E935B16E0BCB4D9019C9847962149A9C05%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c876057707cfa31%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DM1JXzgaNNSK-EL3HibZMxbtJbP0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our heads, we pictured the Palace of Versailles as we had seen it in paintings or movies:  with a beautifully landscaped entrance leading up to the brilliant golden gates.  Needless to say, we weren't prepared for all of the gravel.  Or the raging lines of tourists.  Or the tartar hangover I had from the night before, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pressed on and got to see part of the inside of the palace.  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We took naps and then ventured out to a sidewalk cafe for some espresso (me) and Coke (the Dude).  Can I just say right now that if you go to Paris (or Rome, or Milan, or most other big European cities), you should definitely go to a sidewalk cafe just for drinks at least once a day.  I wish we had them here in the States!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refreshed, we explored the neighborhood around our hotel to get some provisions for our "picnic."  Originally we'd wanted to grab food and take it with us to the Eiffel Tower, but it was too chilly.  We settled for a cozy evening on our hotel balcony with some wine, cookies, and a baguette.  Oh, and don't forget some delicious pastries from this chocolate shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7706162dcd53ef23" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7706162dcd53ef23%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5EB22103C23096403593F95C20C15F28B2125651.4B0F74BF2DF255649C1A768483CF17C02F7E6FEE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7706162dcd53ef23%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSMeoGv6V1xPUgN65vrjhWCnrPwM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7706162dcd53ef23%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5EB22103C23096403593F95C20C15F28B2125651.4B0F74BF2DF255649C1A768483CF17C02F7E6FEE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7706162dcd53ef23%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSMeoGv6V1xPUgN65vrjhWCnrPwM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the French girls were also excited for the Dude to get his chocolate on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12:30, we tried one more time to make it to the Eiffel tower by 1am to see it razzle dazzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-20de4cf804d488c9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D20de4cf804d488c9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E64171A2C453FEF9E61ECD1707A73541B6E88F9.1DB30154FAB1B11856CBB8AB37E0E6270BD3F03E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D20de4cf804d488c9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYli24Vpop1M0ns0I20yG0fGZpIs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D20de4cf804d488c9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E64171A2C453FEF9E61ECD1707A73541B6E88F9.1DB30154FAB1B11856CBB8AB37E0E6270BD3F03E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D20de4cf804d488c9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYli24Vpop1M0ns0I20yG0fGZpIs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next:  As we head to Italy, our trip takes a turn for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you miss something?  Try and keep up, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/10/13/mice-in-europe-paris-part-i/"&gt;Mice in Europe:  Paris Part I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/10/16/mice-in-europe-paris-part-ii/"&gt;Mice in Europe:  Paris Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-8749868448599889932?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/8749868448599889932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=8749868448599889932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/8749868448599889932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/8749868448599889932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/10/mice-in-europe-versailles.html' title='Mice in Europe:  Versailles'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-5867452533971333717</id><published>2009-10-15T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:30:06.652-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon'/><title type='text'>Mice in Europe:  Paris Part II</title><content type='html'>For our second day in Paris, I decided to take the Dude to a few of my favorite Parisian locales from when I was there six years ago.  Since he didn't care about museums, I planned a day packed with as many iconic Paris sites as possible.  We started off the day with a Metro ride to Champs-Elysees, the gorgeous tree-lined shopping district, at the end of which the Arc de Triumph stands proudly in the center of the biggest roundabout I've ever seen.  Unfortunately I don't have any photos, since we still hadn't found a charger for our camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some shopping along the avenue--I bought tights and a pair of hightop sneaker/boot thingies because I was FREEZING.  We popped into an electronics store and found a universal charger that we were able to use later that night to charge the camera battery--score!  We had some interesting pizza in a cafe, pepperoni with a fried egg on top!  Finally, we stopped at Lauduree for some macarons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-37b10c8083c719c3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D37b10c8083c719c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A51600E4D1AAC8975D250671F324335FBE0F6E2.54032B5F62860473311C58BC567428064F44DC6B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D37b10c8083c719c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjzXkmR5QhJn8-JqKSzB3-1A3ROg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D37b10c8083c719c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A51600E4D1AAC8975D250671F324335FBE0F6E2.54032B5F62860473311C58BC567428064F44DC6B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D37b10c8083c719c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjzXkmR5QhJn8-JqKSzB3-1A3ROg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pardon my dorkiness in this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After admiring the Arc de Triumph some more, we jumped back on the Metro and headed to Montmarte, which is sort of an artist district.  We walked around the area where all of the painters and sketch artists hang out with their easels.  This is the part of Paris where you are most likely to see people wearing berets!  We got to the base of the steps leading up to the Sacre Coeur, right next to the ornate carousel (which the Dude recognized from Amelie!).  I wanted to check out the Dali museum, so we headed there first, not realizing that the streets we were taking were actually taking us up the back way to the Sacre Coeur, one of the most gorgeous cathedrals in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SteFayOy9mI/AAAAAAAABJg/AuncF4XNYzQ/s1600-h/sacre+couer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SteFayOy9mI/AAAAAAAABJg/AuncF4XNYzQ/s320/sacre+couer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392925774006384226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3250315148_9b0dcd2f1d.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.flickr.com/photos/stripeybea/3250315148/&amp;amp;usg=__4D7VG8tFVoVW_TyCC57GAlhNMu8=&amp;amp;h=330&amp;amp;w=500&amp;amp;sz=157&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=2&amp;amp;tbnid=RPGBZ7qa1C2qIM:&amp;amp;tbnh=86&amp;amp;tbnw=130&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dcarousel%2Bamelie%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den"&gt;Source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the museum, we got some crepes and ate them on the steps of the Sacre Coeur.  Outside, the sun was warm and bright, children shouted, some guy sang Oasis covers amplified with a microphone.  Then we stepped into the church and it took our breath away.  Inside it was cool, dark, and peaceful.  The ceiling soared above our heads, and we couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.   We're not religious people, but being inside this magnificent cathedral made me feel connected to Christianity (and other, even more ancient religions) in a weird way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, we were exhausted, so we headed back to the hotel to take a quick nap before the evening we had planned.  The Dude captured this gorgeous sunset from the balcony while I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Std602pJN4I/AAAAAAAABIg/Y6XAgP1BkfI/s1600-h/DSCN0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Std602pJN4I/AAAAAAAABIg/Y6XAgP1BkfI/s1600/DSCN0537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392914127239329666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to the Metro to catch some of my favorite sites by night.  There's a reason Paris is known as the City of Lights, people!  First we headed to the Louvre--the Dude was especially interested in seeing the glass pyramids at the entrance.  It was difficult to take pictures, but we got a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Std7oRBNTmI/AAAAAAAABIo/grvZOHsSuKE/s1600-h/DSCN0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Std7oRBNTmI/AAAAAAAABIo/grvZOHsSuKE/s1600/DSCN0544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392915010492911202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Std73CMqZyI/AAAAAAAABIw/OvVzr9epE2Q/s1600-h/DSCN0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Std73CMqZyI/AAAAAAAABIw/OvVzr9epE2Q/s1600/DSCN0545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392915264212461346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You guys better get used to this flannel I'm wearing--it's the only cover-up I brought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we crossed over the Seine to head towards Notre Dame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Std-26uK7LI/AAAAAAAABJQ/u8dKsLj5408/s1600-h/DSCN0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Std-26uK7LI/AAAAAAAABJQ/u8dKsLj5408/s1600/DSCN0552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392918560740404402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite pictures from the whole trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before we got there, we stopped in at a random bar we found on a side street for a drink.  I had a Carlsberg and the Dude had some Bailey's on ice.  When the bartender brought us our drinks, he switched them, assuming that the woman would've ordered the Bailey's.  :)  The bar was cool and a bit divey.  It reminded us of Austin, so we felt at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Std_VbXvARI/AAAAAAAABJY/KC1P8pcmKp4/s1600-h/DSCN0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Std_VbXvARI/AAAAAAAABJY/KC1P8pcmKp4/s1600/DSCN0553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392919084900745490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Std8qjyQ0-I/AAAAAAAABI4/3itQ_Qoth78/s1600-h/DSCN0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Std8qjyQ0-I/AAAAAAAABI4/3itQ_Qoth78/s1600/DSCN0556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392916149401867234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Notre Dame by night.  I wish we could've gone inside, but it's so gorgeous all lit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Std-IUhVXbI/AAAAAAAABJI/c2uIOkx2Adw/s1600-h/DSCN0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; height: 600px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Std-IUhVXbI/AAAAAAAABJI/c2uIOkx2Adw/s1600/DSCN0561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392917760212032946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here, we headed back to the Metro stop near our hotel to find a cafe for dinner.  We had an amazing late dinner, where I tried escargot.  It's so delicious!  I can't believe I was a little afraid of it.  After dinner, we tried to head to the Eiffel Tower to see it sparkle, like it does at 9pm and 1am every night.  We realized after we paid our check that we only had about 15 minutes to get there.  So we ran!  We hauled ass across the dark, windy streets to try to get a good view of the tower all dazzling.  As we were running, we saw the tip of the tower over some buildings as it started to flash--then we rounded a corner and just as we got a full-on view, the tower went dark.  We were a little disappointed but resolved to make it the next night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you guys with a video of me and the Dude underground at one of the Metro stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e8cfb92028a6e9ac" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De8cfb92028a6e9ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EC668FD201D2D953C1A6359EC95DFFED210506A.4DD14FC59CCB671A9E268981D86011DB47706348%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De8cfb92028a6e9ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtM1yEjsSc8zOqe2xqKfojwZLvsM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De8cfb92028a6e9ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EC668FD201D2D953C1A6359EC95DFFED210506A.4DD14FC59CCB671A9E268981D86011DB47706348%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De8cfb92028a6e9ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtM1yEjsSc8zOqe2xqKfojwZLvsM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-5867452533971333717?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/5867452533971333717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=5867452533971333717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5867452533971333717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5867452533971333717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/10/mice-in-europe-paris-part-ii.html' title='Mice in Europe:  Paris Part II'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SteFayOy9mI/AAAAAAAABJg/AuncF4XNYzQ/s72-c/sacre+couer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-5754811510915252096</id><published>2009-10-11T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:17:41.868-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon'/><title type='text'>Mice in Europe:  Paris Part I</title><content type='html'>Why hello there, hive.  It's good to be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/StIOKDKvaSI/AAAAAAAABHo/1qcuk09rSOs/s1600-h/DSCN0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/StIOKDKvaSI/AAAAAAAABHo/1qcuk09rSOs/s1600/DSCN0574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391387269727742242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, it's candy mice!  Right in between candy swans and candy piglets!  I saw these at a chocolate shop in Paris and couldn't resist taking a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've distracted you with cuteness, my recaps can officially begin!   I'm going to start with our European honeymoon.  Originally we wanted to go to Greece, but we decided it would be fun to throw in a few nights in Paris and then take a train through France and Italy, stopping in Milan for one night.  After Milan, we flew to Greece, where we spent a week traveling to two islands and then finished up the trip in Athens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dude and I brought our Flip video cameras that we purchased for the wedding along with us, in addition to a regular camera.  So along with our photos, I will also be sharing at least one video per post with you guys.  But you have to make it to the end of the post to get to the video(s)!  OK, without further ado . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after our wedding, we filled up two giant backpacks, got in the car, and headed to Fort Worth.  We were supposed to spend the night with the Dude's cousin, but he forgot and somehow ended up in Oklahoma!  So we got to stay at a beautiful hotel in downtown FW, the Ashton.  We caught our flight the next day at DFW and spend the next 9 hours or so on a plane.  We arrived in London around 8am, and had to immediately catch our flight to Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in Paris, we hopped on the train and took it all the way in to the city, near our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/StIRofakSAI/AAAAAAAABHw/yPFw_QPeiaY/s1600-h/DSCN0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/StIRofakSAI/AAAAAAAABHw/yPFw_QPeiaY/s1600/DSCN0527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391391091241273346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of the Dude to show you just how jetlagged we were at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked into our boutique hotel, freaked out over how beautiful our room was, and then proceeded to check our email on our room's flat panel tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/StISykG-LAI/AAAAAAAABH4/BNs5UVA9mBI/s1600-h/DSCN0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/StISykG-LAI/AAAAAAAABH4/BNs5UVA9mBI/s1600/DSCN0530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391392363811580930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/StIS9SZc4JI/AAAAAAAABIA/ruxHUf5Xew0/s1600-h/DSCN0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/StIS9SZc4JI/AAAAAAAABIA/ruxHUf5Xew0/s1600/DSCN0531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391392548035813522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/StITL9nT_qI/AAAAAAAABII/6TKkhC6Agsw/s1600-h/DSCN0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/StITL9nT_qI/AAAAAAAABII/6TKkhC6Agsw/s320/DSCN0533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391392800154844834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, we were pretty impressed by the Versace tile in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/StITpXVWPdI/AAAAAAAABIQ/uuC_IcgI_MA/s1600-h/DSCN0529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/StITpXVWPdI/AAAAAAAABIQ/uuC_IcgI_MA/s1600/DSCN0529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391393305275022802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the bed was so tempting, we rallied and headed over to the Eiffel Tower instead of taking what would have been a glorious nap.  I had been to Paris before, and the Dude hadn't.  He convinced me to go up in the Eiffel Tower--something I had never done before--even though I was terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to the Eiffel Tower, something very bad and unexpected happened.  My camera battery died!  Unfortunately I have no more pictures of our first day in Paris, but I do have some video and a pretty cool story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f6329292f8bdce9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f6329292f8bdce9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37BF2E08CE1B2CDBE56F59FAA1770361B5973577.78AC25314B45F7AAB3C3FD7D46F852635D31F191%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df6329292f8bdce9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dq9o-FH1jwy2j1KvFk7wi_cLaXfE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f6329292f8bdce9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37BF2E08CE1B2CDBE56F59FAA1770361B5973577.78AC25314B45F7AAB3C3FD7D46F852635D31F191%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df6329292f8bdce9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dq9o-FH1jwy2j1KvFk7wi_cLaXfE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some video of the view from the glass elevator that took us to the top of the Eiffel Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we came back down, I needed something to revive me, so we headed over to a little cafe, Cafe Central, and we each had a glass of wine.  We wandered around and found another sidewalk cafe for dinner, where I ordered the mussels and got a GIANT POT of mussels.  I must have eaten at least 50 of them, and the bowl was still 3/4 full!  At some point, it started to rain on us, so we moved inside and had dessert and espresso.  By that, I mean the Dude had dessert and I had espresso.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fcf2e3bbef3f2992" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfcf2e3bbef3f2992%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17927E0E31C48FD3E2F8C4DB40ABBD9BF65D1AA9.531EA63E627B40F1597E73D5CE087B9C2D3B1C7F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfcf2e3bbef3f2992%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMsHbJZ_tD0KOCR1veGQa321qXTY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfcf2e3bbef3f2992%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17927E0E31C48FD3E2F8C4DB40ABBD9BF65D1AA9.531EA63E627B40F1597E73D5CE087B9C2D3B1C7F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfcf2e3bbef3f2992%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMsHbJZ_tD0KOCR1veGQa321qXTY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the rain cleared up a bit, we tried to make it back to our hotel.  Instead, we ended up getting lost on the windy streets and going in the opposite direction of our hotel.  Then the sky opened up again, and we got caught in the (very cold) rain.  We ducked into a doorway and huddled there for warmth, trying to look at our laminated map to figure our where we went wrong.  I finally convinced the Dude that we should wait for a cab at the taxi stand.  We hopped in the cab, got back to our hotel, and headed up to our room like two drowned (and very, very jetlagged) rats.  Sleep was oh-so-good that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with one last video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb5d94704d7b8028" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb5d94704d7b8028%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19DF01AD838118F54A8E5845E6D82FFFE96BE241.5ADE814975AA0FDD7F70C3A93896757096F6481B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb5d94704d7b8028%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXPB71ltNig5sUGY5EwxLkVezLsE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb5d94704d7b8028%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19DF01AD838118F54A8E5845E6D82FFFE96BE241.5ADE814975AA0FDD7F70C3A93896757096F6481B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb5d94704d7b8028%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXPB71ltNig5sUGY5EwxLkVezLsE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-5754811510915252096?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/5754811510915252096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=5754811510915252096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5754811510915252096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5754811510915252096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/10/mice-in-europe-paris-part-i.html' title='Mice in Europe:  Paris Part I'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/StIOKDKvaSI/AAAAAAAABHo/1qcuk09rSOs/s72-c/DSCN0574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-4798697564668136259</id><published>2009-09-29T08:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:23:40.494-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>My Bachelorette Party:  A Super-Chill Night Out</title><content type='html'>We're back!  After two weeks in Europe, the Dude and I made it back to Austin!  We haven't even been home long enough to ditch the jet lag, but I'm almost ready to start blogging about our trip.  First, though, is the obligatory bachelorette party post.  I was holding out blogging about it until I got some more photos, but I think I've scrounged up enough at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SsImjK43x6I/AAAAAAAABHI/nwOvJ4127xc/s1600-h/mail.google.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SsImjK43x6I/AAAAAAAABHI/nwOvJ4127xc/s320/mail.google.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386910489948702626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few of the ladies who made it to the par-tay.  Kelli, me, Anne, Abi, and Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten days before the wedding, MOH Deniz flew down from Queens.  We hadn't seen each other in two years, so we had some serious catching up to do!  She got right down to planning the bachelorette party, with a little feedback from me and some assistance from our friend, Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SsIeZLy7iEI/AAAAAAAABGI/MBvmt3EQjNw/s1600-h/austin_motel_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SsIeZLy7iEI/AAAAAAAABGI/MBvmt3EQjNw/s320/austin_motel_sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386901522300504130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kthread.com/kthread/2007/09/27/give-me-spots-on-my-apples/"&gt;Source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first request was that we stay in a funky, kitschy locale, the Austin Motel.  It's basically an Austin landmark, right in the heart of the hip South Congress area.  Unfortunately, my bachelorette party was scheduled to take place during Labor Day weekend, so most places were full, including Austin Motel.  Not to worry!  My MOH booked us a room at the Hyatt, which is right on Lady Bird Lake.  We managed to get a room on the only floor with a balcony, which had incredible views of the Austin skyline.  It was the perfect place to get the party started with a champagne toast.  (Right after a spontaneous icebreaker where everyone shared their favorite Miss Mouse-having-too-much-to-drink story.  Oops!  I didn't realize I had so many!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SsIfbuXtyTI/AAAAAAAABGQ/evZSNbPgzto/s1600-h/3894165703_27b5acfe5c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SsIfbuXtyTI/AAAAAAAABGQ/evZSNbPgzto/s320/3894165703_27b5acfe5c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386902665452964146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo by Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, check out this ridiculous view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SsIgl_4fAAI/AAAAAAAABGo/7-3drTuim8M/s1600-h/DSCN0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SsIgl_4fAAI/AAAAAAAABGo/7-3drTuim8M/s320/DSCN0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386903941464129538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we felt like it, we had dessert before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SsIgW7W3PTI/AAAAAAAABGg/i0kbYuHv5YI/s1600-h/DSCN0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SsIgW7W3PTI/AAAAAAAABGg/i0kbYuHv5YI/s320/DSCN0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386903682551332146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, we walked a few blocks to a restaurant on South Congress that I had been dying to try:  Perla's, which specializes in oysters and other seafood.  They had at least six different varieties of oysters on the half shell, and we tried about four of them.  Hands down the best oysters I've ever had in Austin!  I will definitely be going back with the Dude at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SsIjiZ-6hZI/AAAAAAAABGw/KQyvhNb4yeo/s1600-h/3894165343_71391bca66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SsIjiZ-6hZI/AAAAAAAABGw/KQyvhNb4yeo/s320/3894165343_71391bca66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386907178285827474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo by Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, we hit up two of my favorite bars in Austin--Shangri La and Rio Rita, both on East Sixth.  The East Side of Austin is quickly becoming one of the trendy places to hang out.  I like it because it's close to where I live, and these bars have a much chiller vibe than the rowdy, frat-like dives that line the other, more famous side of Sixth Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SsIl1nTX_-I/AAAAAAAABG4/dBtSpQujlwo/s1600-h/DSCF4256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SsIl1nTX_-I/AAAAAAAABG4/dBtSpQujlwo/s320/DSCF4256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386909707302076386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Amanda, me, and Abi at Shangri La.  I don't think Abi knew she was in this picture!  You can also see my awesome wrist corsage that MOH Deniz and Amanda got me instead of a veil and sash, which I requested not to wear.  I loved the corsage--drug it around all night even though it was incredibly heavy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SsImS6-KqoI/AAAAAAAABHA/Wq9Tl7FDbQU/s1600-h/3894953244_05f595f836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SsImS6-KqoI/AAAAAAAABHA/Wq9Tl7FDbQU/s320/3894953244_05f595f836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386910210798037634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo by Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And here we are at Rio Rita, enjoying White Russians (my fave!).  There's Abi, MOH Deniz, me, Kelli, and Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called it a night kinda early and headed back to the hotel, where I had visions of cranking up some Santigold and continuing the party into the wee hours.  However, everyone but Katie and me crashed pretty early. The two of us stayed up until around 4am on the balcony, admiring the view of the city.  And making fun of the people three rooms down who, after coming back from the clubs, had a spontaneous dance party to C&amp;amp;C Music Factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was exactly what I needed--it was totally chill and it got me excited for all of the events to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-4798697564668136259?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/4798697564668136259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=4798697564668136259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/4798697564668136259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/4798697564668136259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-bachelorette-party-super-chill-night.html' title='My Bachelorette Party:  A Super-Chill Night Out'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SsImjK43x6I/AAAAAAAABHI/nwOvJ4127xc/s72-c/mail.google.com' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-2623058194014249839</id><published>2009-09-22T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:13:31.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Such a Tease</title><content type='html'>Yep, technically we're still on our honeymoon, but I couldn't resist sharing this teaser shot that my photogs posted a few days ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Srkt1kcSlVI/AAAAAAAABFw/z9tklWi1Rj4/s1600-h/stacy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: nnnpx; height: 600px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Srkt1kcSlVI/AAAAAAAABFw/z9tklWi1Rj4/s1600/stacy-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384385227836790098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They posted this photo six days ago, but I just now discovered it thanks to an email from my brand new sister-in-law.  Thanks, J. Dawg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next few days the Dude and I are exploring Greece, but I'll be back in action very soon with honeymoon recaps and more teasers from our rainy-day wedding.  Miss you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-2623058194014249839?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/2623058194014249839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=2623058194014249839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/2623058194014249839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/2623058194014249839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-such-tease.html' title='You&apos;re Such a Tease'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Srkt1kcSlVI/AAAAAAAABFw/z9tklWi1Rj4/s72-c/stacy-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-5929593898356050590</id><published>2009-09-11T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:11:52.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes the Sun</title><content type='html'>I don't do well with expressing sentimental ideas.  Nothing I type seems adequate to describe how happy I am that my wedding day is finally here.  So I'll start with this:  Today I'm marrying my favorite person in the world, and I feel so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past week, everything that could have gone wrong has.  I found out at the last minute that the bust was way too big on my dress.  The cookies I tried to bake turned out awful.  There was a 70% chance of rain on the day of our backyard barbecue rehearsal dinner.  The day before the rehearsal dinner, we couldn't get in contact with the RD caterers.  In the end, my dress fits, we ordered some cookies from a bakery, and we got a giant tent for the RD and enough BBQ to feed an army.  It seemed as though there wasn't a problem that we couldn't solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know today won't be perfect.  I also know it won't be the "best day of my life."  What I do know is that I will marry the Dude, I will eat some damn store-bought, non-organic cookies.  I will dance with my friends and laugh with my family.  I'll remember my father and feel closer to him than I have in a long time.  It will all go by way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been real, you guys.  I've loved every minute of blogging for Weddingbee, and I don't intend to stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Mouse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-5929593898356050590?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/5929593898356050590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=5929593898356050590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5929593898356050590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5929593898356050590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-comes-sun.html' title='Here Comes the Sun'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-8076232863832776594</id><published>2009-09-05T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T02:22:59.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Natural Raw Honey Favors</title><content type='html'>One week before the wedding my MOH, my mom, and I decided to tackle the honey favors.  It was a total assembly line, and the process went very smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom filled the test tubes with honey and corked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqIOUS8hE5I/AAAAAAAABFM/snumI2knE3Y/s1600-h/DSCN0455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqIOUS8hE5I/AAAAAAAABFM/snumI2knE3Y/s320/DSCN0455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377876646879630226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOH Deniz dipped the corked tubes into a bowl of beeswax that we melted on the stove using the double-boiler method.  The beeswax acted as a the perfect, natural seal for these test tubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqIK1FYgI1I/AAAAAAAABEk/AsJFWFC3yRU/s1600-h/DSCN0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqIK1FYgI1I/AAAAAAAABEk/AsJFWFC3yRU/s320/DSCN0465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377872812128084818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then left the beeswax to cool by sticking dipped the test tubes into a container filled with rice, for stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqILW7vhlJI/AAAAAAAABE0/SMIPQG09gEI/s1600-h/DSCN0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqILW7vhlJI/AAAAAAAABE0/SMIPQG09gEI/s320/DSCN0463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377873393655846034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the last step in the assembly process--I cut out twine and used it to tie the tags I made a few weeks ago onto the test tubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqILLsEsYXI/AAAAAAAABEs/rgN4BemSkzc/s1600-h/DSCN0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqILLsEsYXI/AAAAAAAABEs/rgN4BemSkzc/s320/DSCN0461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377873200471105906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a close-up of the finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqILmHvgsfI/AAAAAAAABFE/b4jhWho5dkk/s1600-h/DSCN0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqILmHvgsfI/AAAAAAAABFE/b4jhWho5dkk/s320/DSCN0467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377873654575051250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are, all packed up and ready to be delivered to the reception site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqILflSuhwI/AAAAAAAABE8/ebVOA-RvQ_Y/s1600-h/DSCN0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqILflSuhwI/AAAAAAAABE8/ebVOA-RvQ_Y/s320/DSCN0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377873542248302338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy with the way these turned out.  I think everyone will appreciate their edible favors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-8076232863832776594?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/8076232863832776594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=8076232863832776594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/8076232863832776594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/8076232863832776594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-natural-raw-honey-favors.html' title='All Natural Raw Honey Favors'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqIOUS8hE5I/AAAAAAAABFM/snumI2knE3Y/s72-c/DSCN0455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-1070165787597224435</id><published>2009-09-04T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:35:19.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='programs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>Paneled Program Fans:  DIY Tutorial</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my maid of honor, who swooped in two days ago and came to the rescue, the program fans are now pretty much done!  This was an incredibly time consuming process, so I suggest starting it way head of time if you plan on making these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqF3pMTCrUI/AAAAAAAABEE/r14WOWumMIQ/s1600-h/DSCN0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqF3pMTCrUI/AAAAAAAABEE/r14WOWumMIQ/s320/DSCN0449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377710979616517442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The finished product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the supplies you will need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;heavy-weight cardstock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;color printer and lots of ink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scissors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crop-a-dile eyelet setter/hole punch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3/16 eyelets, the extra-long variety&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ribbon (optional)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqF435ZS5rI/AAAAAAAABEU/PqMgfCcEMxk/s1600-h/DSCN0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqF435ZS5rI/AAAAAAAABEU/PqMgfCcEMxk/s320/DSCN0452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377712331752138418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Supplies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step, after downloading the template from &lt;a href="http://www.ayleebits.com/2006/06/10/diy-fan-programs/"&gt;Aylee&lt;/a&gt; Bits, is to come up with some content for your programs.  I knew that I wanted to do six panels, so I decided on the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  a cover page&lt;br /&gt;2.  wedding party part one&lt;br /&gt;3.  wedding party part two&lt;br /&gt;4.  a ceremony outline&lt;br /&gt;5.  an explanation of handfastings&lt;br /&gt;6.  a dedication page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a little while typing out what I wanted each panel to say in Word.  It wasn't formatted correctly, but it was good to just get the content down.  I did a bit of quick internet research on handfastings in order to explain the concept to guests, most of whom have probably never seen a handfasting before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned on downloading some free fonts, uploading clip art, and putting the whole thing together in Word.  Fortunately, one of my good friends (the same one who threw my Rock Band shower--she's a keeper) has a copy of Photoshop and knows how to use it.  She listened to my ideas and looked at my inspiration photos and helped me pick out some Photoshop brushes to use for the programs.  She got down to the nitty gritty of getting the template into Photoshop while I trolled Dafont for the perfect font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We perfected our design, and I messed around with Photoshop enough to figure out how to type text into it.  Once I got the hang of it, the text was much easier to format than it is in Word.  I'm definitely a fan of Photoshop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqF1_1_usOI/AAAAAAAABDs/fdJUX-ZP7g4/s1600-h/DSCN0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqF1_1_usOI/AAAAAAAABDs/fdJUX-ZP7g4/s320/DSCN0436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377709169743671522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The printed programs, just waiting for some cutting action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our design was complete, I used my Canon Pixma printer to print the programs onto heavy, cream-colored cardstock.  This project calls for a fairly thick cardstock because people will be fanning themselves with these things.  The next step was cutting, cutting, and more cutting.  We watched the first season of Veronica Mars (probably for about the fifth or sixth time) in order to make the cutting less painful.  Less mentally painful, that is.  It was still physically painful.  The tip of my middle finger has been numb for the last 72 hours from all the cutting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqF3JbejiKI/AAAAAAAABD0/RIcxybRoMks/s1600-h/DSCN0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqF3JbejiKI/AAAAAAAABD0/RIcxybRoMks/s320/DSCN0438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377710433935526050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fruits of all our cutting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once all the cutting was done, it was time to put the panels into stacks and connect them with the eyelets.  I started off with a traditional eyelet setting tool and hole punch, each of which involved a cutting mat, a hammer, and lots of banging.  It just wasn't doing it for me, so I read some reviews and decided to invest in a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/We-Memory-Keepers-Crop-A-Dile-Eyelet/dp/B0013LCX32"&gt;Crop-a-dile&lt;/a&gt;.  The Crop-a-dile is perfect for this type of eyelet setting where you are punching throught 6 pieces of thick cardstock at a time.  I highly recommend this tool.  I also made the mistake of buying eyelets that were too short.  There was just not enough metal stick out of the back to hold the last sheet of cardstock in place.  After scouring the shelves of Hobby Lobby, we finally found some extra-long eyelets that were designed to be used on leather--they turned out to be perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqF3Y3aO6YI/AAAAAAAABD8/lnkfdCkgUzc/s1600-h/DSCN0440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqF3Y3aO6YI/AAAAAAAABD8/lnkfdCkgUzc/s320/DSCN0440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377710699131627906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cover page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One note of caution:  if you press down too hard on the Crop-a-dile when setting the eyelets, the panels will be packed in too tightly.  You have to make sure the eyelet is tight enough to hold the pages together, yet loose enough so that guests can spread the pages out into a fan.  It takes a little playing around with the tools until you get the hang of it.  My MOH, Deniz, was instrumental in figuring out how to use the Crop-a-dile and in finding the extra-long eyelets.  I'm so glad she came into town at the right moment to help me finish this project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqF3_1RxF4I/AAAAAAAABEM/OWbmFtwK_OU/s1600-h/DSCN0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqF3_1RxF4I/AAAAAAAABEM/OWbmFtwK_OU/s320/DSCN0450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377711368574146434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ribbons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last step is the ribbons.  We simply cut out three different colors of thin, satin ribbon, threaded them through each eyelet, and tied them at the botttom, forming a loop large enough to fit around someone's wrist.  We chose colors that matched those on the programs:  gray, green, and cream.  The ribbon isn't structurally necessary, but I think it added some softness and really tied everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your most time-consuming DIY project?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-1070165787597224435?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/1070165787597224435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=1070165787597224435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/1070165787597224435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/1070165787597224435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/09/paneled-program-fans-diy-tutorial.html' title='Paneled Program Fans:  DIY Tutorial'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SqF3pMTCrUI/AAAAAAAABEE/r14WOWumMIQ/s72-c/DSCN0449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-1865495916883894882</id><published>2009-09-02T03:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T03:29:21.707-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><title type='text'>Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed . . . Well, You Know the Rest</title><content type='html'>There are so many projects that I'm in the middle of right now that I can't wait to share with you guys.  For now, I'll let you in on all of my "somethings" that I've gathered for the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sp4qOlOFrDI/AAAAAAAABDM/hJ6442n129I/s1600-h/208643_1181834001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sp4qOlOFrDI/AAAAAAAABDM/hJ6442n129I/s320/208643_1181834001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376781435124689970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jewelryboom.com/products/14k-yellow-gold-3-8ct-diamond-thin-band-p34572.html"&gt;Not the actual ring, but it looks similar to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something old&lt;/span&gt;:  One day a few months ago I was at my mom's house.  She was giving me an old tin to possibly use in my wedding, so I started cleaning out all of the stuff in it.  I found a delicate little ring with a row of diamonds across the top.  My mom had never seen it before, but she assumed it had belonged to her grandmother, my great-grandma.  We're still not sure how old the ring is or what it symbolized, but my mom now wears it every day.  I asked if I could borrow it for the wedding, and she happily obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sp4qyQ4FHcI/AAAAAAAABDU/Jd1ONBzgV0U/s1600-h/DSCN0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sp4qyQ4FHcI/AAAAAAAABDU/Jd1ONBzgV0U/s320/DSCN0181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376782048138960322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something new&lt;/span&gt;:  my kick-ass wedding dress, made by the fabulous Sarah Seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sp4rMG8kR6I/AAAAAAAABDc/9jePcumLDr8/s1600-h/260011_fpx.tif.tiff"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sp4rMG8kR6I/AAAAAAAABDc/9jePcumLDr8/s320/260011_fpx.tif.tiff" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376782492150024098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.macys.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=224151&amp;amp;CategoryID=40574"&gt;Source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something borrowed&lt;/span&gt;:  A Nu-bra, from a friend who got married last year and wore it with her wedding dress.  TMI?  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sp4sivdlY_I/AAAAAAAABDk/m6Bpf0fxe5A/s1600-h/DSCN0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sp4sivdlY_I/AAAAAAAABDk/m6Bpf0fxe5A/s320/DSCN0446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376783980494676978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My locket, with the teeniest photo of my dad inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something blue&lt;/span&gt;:  Mrs. Perfume helped me to come up with the idea of replacing the gold chain on my locket with a blue silk string.  I ransacked a local craft shop, and the closest thing I could come up with was some sparkly, pale blue embroidery thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I've got all my bases covered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you participating in this tradition?  What are your "somethings"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-1865495916883894882?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/1865495916883894882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=1865495916883894882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/1865495916883894882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/1865495916883894882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-old-something-new-something.html' title='Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed . . . Well, You Know the Rest'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Sp4qOlOFrDI/AAAAAAAABDM/hJ6442n129I/s72-c/208643_1181834001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-2429028811008095630</id><published>2009-09-01T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T02:11:29.062-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showers'/><title type='text'>A Shower that Rocks</title><content type='html'>OK, I have to fess up.  From the moment that I got engaged, I thought I wanted no part of the wedding shower tradition.  It just seemed so . . . traditional.  A close friend of ours (who is doing a reading in our ceremony) made an offer to throw me one right after she found out we were engaged, and I refused.  "We're not registering," I said, "so I don't need a shower."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened?  I changed my mind, of course.  Over the months, as I watched several friends wed (including virtual friends) I started to get jealous of all the love they were experiencing at their showers.  I wanted one now, too!  So I dropped a few (not so subtle) hints to some of my friends, and they gracefully obliged with the awesomest, most Miss Mouseiest shower of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzCWcXiPvI/AAAAAAAABBc/nOD60bbkyQg/s1600-h/DSCN0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzCWcXiPvI/AAAAAAAABBc/nOD60bbkyQg/s320/DSCN0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376385746001346290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shower took place at mine and the Dude's house!  Maybe a bit nonstandard, but it was great for me--I didn't have to go anywhere!  The hostess (a good friend who happened to be crashing at my place until her sublease came through) set up the living room and kitchen area while I hid in the tv room watching reruns of America's Next Top Model.  Didn't she make the place look pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzDCRXuXjI/AAAAAAAABBk/RarbTJRoir8/s1600-h/DSCN0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzDCRXuXjI/AAAAAAAABBk/RarbTJRoir8/s320/DSCN0422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376386498963594802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzDLuAZSyI/AAAAAAAABBs/SdO2ITwrRRw/s1600-h/DSCN0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzDLuAZSyI/AAAAAAAABBs/SdO2ITwrRRw/s320/DSCN0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376386661269195554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone chatted as people started to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzGRBDmn2I/AAAAAAAABCs/JDFH1Zqysk4/s1600-h/DSCN0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzGRBDmn2I/AAAAAAAABCs/JDFH1Zqysk4/s320/DSCN0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376390050817154914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzGbCrOtAI/AAAAAAAABC0/ukl6TVROWdg/s1600-h/DSCN0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzGbCrOtAI/AAAAAAAABC0/ukl6TVROWdg/s320/DSCN0427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376390223050486786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hostess finished laying out the provisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzG3SS1SFI/AAAAAAAABDE/SYJoTCfV_c0/s1600-h/DSCN0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzG3SS1SFI/AAAAAAAABDE/SYJoTCfV_c0/s320/DSCN0431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376390708279461970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a plethora of food (mostly vegetarian--score!) from Central Market. Mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzDd6n1v7I/AAAAAAAABB0/bVG5UDmr8gM/s1600-h/DSCN0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzDd6n1v7I/AAAAAAAABB0/bVG5UDmr8gM/s320/DSCN0419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376386973893509042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzDnIele6I/AAAAAAAABB8/XZsHITD3EGo/s1600-h/DSCN0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzDnIele6I/AAAAAAAABB8/XZsHITD3EGo/s320/DSCN0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376387132231613346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chicken-stuffed poblano peppers and veggie lasagna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzEfWbSqPI/AAAAAAAABCM/BULAYc0Bm8Q/s1600-h/DSCN0423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzEfWbSqPI/AAAAAAAABCM/BULAYc0Bm8Q/s320/DSCN0423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376388098048567538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After eating all of this delicious food, I only had to sit still to open one card--a joint gift from all of my shower guests, plus a couple of people who couldn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzE8F-SRBI/AAAAAAAABCU/6DOaHScWHmw/s1600-h/DSCN0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzE8F-SRBI/AAAAAAAABCU/6DOaHScWHmw/s320/DSCN0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376388591848145938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift was . . . wait for it . . . Rock Band Beatles Edition for Wii!  But I would also have to wait for it . . . because it doesn't come out until September 9th.  Not to worry, though.  My lovely hostess brought over her Rock Band equipment and both Rock Band 1 and 2.  So we all refilled our champagne glasses and/or grabbed beers and crammed ourselves into the tv room to play Rock Band into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzFn6EREDI/AAAAAAAABCc/GTn76TzmA9g/s1600-h/DSCN0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzFn6EREDI/AAAAAAAABCc/GTn76TzmA9g/s320/DSCN0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376389344566251570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have two pictures of us playing Rock Band, and they both look like we're all really bored.  But I swear it was WAY more fun than it looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzF32jl8RI/AAAAAAAABCk/4p_I-SGwIo4/s1600-h/DSCN0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzF32jl8RI/AAAAAAAABCk/4p_I-SGwIo4/s320/DSCN0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376389618501808402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom's the only one who looks like she's having any fun, and she didn't even play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on the Dude and one of his friends (the husband of one of my awesome shower guests) showed up to join the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shower was perfect!  I just wish I had taken better pictures.  I don't even have a picture of my outfit with the blue mary-jane heels that I wore.  :(  I suck at this documentarian stuff!  I'll get better pictures at the bachelorette party, I promise.  Oh, and at the Rock Band Beatles Edition party that is very likely to take place two nights before the wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you consider having a nontraditional shower?  If so, what would yours be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-2429028811008095630?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/2429028811008095630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=2429028811008095630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/2429028811008095630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/2429028811008095630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/08/shower-that-rocks.html' title='A Shower that Rocks'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpzCWcXiPvI/AAAAAAAABBc/nOD60bbkyQg/s72-c/DSCN0418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-5372305787180520433</id><published>2009-08-29T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T02:51:29.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>A Playlist with a Beat</title><content type='html'>I wrote a few months ago about wanting an "alternative" dance party.  Although I still feel very strongly about not playing all the cheesy, tried and true wedding "classics" such as "YMCA" and "Brick House," I've definitely compromised a bit.  I've thrown in a ton of catchy pop songs in order to maximize dancing.  Keep in mind, I'm not expecting much of the older crowd to dance a lot.  Most of them probably wouldn't dance no matter what we play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, here is our "Dance Party" playlist.  Feel free to use any or all of it as inspiration!  Oh, one tip:  the Dude applied for a credit card that gives him free Itunes gift cards as an incentive for using the card.  We were able to use the free gift cards to purchase some of the songs we didn't already own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I Turn My Camera On (Spoon)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Whatever You Like (T.I.)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Just a Friend (Biz Markie)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Forever (Chris Brown)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Beat It (Michael Jackson)&lt;br /&gt;6.  P.Y.T. (Michael Jackson)&lt;br /&gt;7.  Crazy (Gnarls Barkley)&lt;br /&gt;8.  Billie Jean (Michael Jackson)&lt;br /&gt;9.  Under Pressure (Queen &amp;amp; David Bowie)&lt;br /&gt;10.  Down (Jay Sean feat. Lil Wayne)&lt;br /&gt;11.  Sunshowers (M.I.A.)&lt;br /&gt;12.  Everyone's At It (Lily Allen)&lt;br /&gt;13.  Hey Ya! (Andre 3000)&lt;br /&gt;14.  Ignition Remix (R. Kelly)&lt;br /&gt;15.  Transformer (Gnarls Barkely)&lt;br /&gt;16.  Do Ya (Electric Light Orchestra)&lt;br /&gt;17.  B.O.B. (Outkast)&lt;br /&gt;18.  Move Your Feet (Junior Senior)&lt;br /&gt;19.  Ghetto Musick (Big Boi)&lt;br /&gt;20.  Paper Planes (M.I.A.)&lt;br /&gt;21.  Shoop (Salt-N-Pepa)&lt;br /&gt;22.  The Way You Make Me Feel (Michael Jackson)&lt;br /&gt;23.  Wanna Be Startin' Somthin' (Michael Jackson)&lt;br /&gt;24.  You Want the Candy (The Raveonettes)&lt;br /&gt;25.  I'm So Excited (Le Tigre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already quite long, so most likely we won't even get to the end of it.  Every single song on this list makes me smile (and they're all Dude-approved), so I'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-5372305787180520433?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/5372305787180520433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=5372305787180520433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5372305787180520433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/5372305787180520433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/08/playlist-with-beat.html' title='A Playlist with a Beat'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-1092691758606760772</id><published>2009-08-28T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:03:59.401-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legal stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Marriage License?  Check!</title><content type='html'>On Thursday the Dude had the day off, so we went to the County Clerk's office to pick up our marriage license!  I was totally excited about it, and the Dude played along rather nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpiY7cZYSWI/AAAAAAAABBM/B6lm5hKhAQ4/s1600-h/DSCN0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpiY7cZYSWI/AAAAAAAABBM/B6lm5hKhAQ4/s320/DSCN0408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375214302269032802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was altogether pretty uneventful, except for two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the woman at the front desk asked to see the Dude's driver's license.  It happens to have a photo that was taken when he was 21 and had short hair and no beard.  The woman gasped aloud and said, "What happened?"  I cracked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpiZu_fbIoI/AAAAAAAABBU/swk0VsMl4ME/s1600-h/DSCN0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpiZu_fbIoI/AAAAAAAABBU/swk0VsMl4ME/s320/DSCN0407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375215187862954626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were leaving, I insisted we take a photo of ourselves with the license.  At first we tried the reach-around shot, but then a guy handing out political propaganda asked if we wanted him to take our photo.  The Dude was like, "No, that's OK."  But I said, "Sure!"  He made us take some literature afterwards with a photo of Obama wearing a (very realistic looking) Hitler mustache.  At least we got a good photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting real, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-1092691758606760772?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/1092691758606760772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=1092691758606760772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/1092691758606760772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/1092691758606760772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/08/marriage-license-check.html' title='Marriage License?  Check!'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpiY7cZYSWI/AAAAAAAABBM/B6lm5hKhAQ4/s72-c/DSCN0408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-732324160894554634</id><published>2009-08-26T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:34:51.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bee's Life:  Miss Mouse Speaks</title><content type='html'>I was introduced to the wide world of blogging back in 2003.  All my college friends at the time had LiveJournal accounts, and I wanted in on the action.  Finally, I got my invite and I could begin blogging!  Mainly my LiveJournal blog was a series of inside jokes between my roommates and me--accounts of our drunken shenanigans, from Michael Jackson dance parties to sneaking into bars with fake IDs.  I eventually lost interest in my account once we all graduated and moved on to the next phase of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in law school, I started to obsess over blogs like &lt;a href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/"&gt;Go Fug Yourself &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://cuteoverload.com/"&gt;Cute Overload&lt;/a&gt;.  I had not yet been bitten by the wedding bug.  Then one fateful day in Constitutional Law class, my good friend Mrs. Kitten (at the time not yet a Bee) introduced me to Weddingbee.  I was instantly hooked!  I can even remember the first post I read--it was all about hand canceling stamps.  Of course I had no idea what that was, but pretty soon I was down with all the wedding lingo, from chiavari chairs to Goccos to FMILs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnessing my addiction firsthand, the future Mrs. Kitten suggested a few days later that I apply to be a Bee.  I was like, "No way, I'll never have time to start a blog.  And even if I did, why would they pick me?"  But the seed of the idea was planted, and it continued to grow and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later, Mrs. Kitten became a Bee, and I was so excited for her that I almost felt like *I* had become one!  At this point, I had already started blogging, but I really didn't have the hang of blogging for Weddingbee's audience yet.  I was so caught up in trying to be clever that I totally missed the point.  When I had less than eight months to go until my wedding, I sent in my application.  A month later, I got a rejection.  I was pretty devastated, but I decided to keep trying.  I tweaked old posts and kept cranking out new ones at a steady pace.  Something still wasn't clicking.  Maybe the wedding just wasn't close enough yet for me to have really concrete ideas of projects or visions for the decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I thought about it, I just wasn't ready to give up the idea of being a Bee.  I had thoroughly enjoyed blogging for an audience (at the time my 12 followers!), and I wanted to write for a wider readership.  I also really wanted the support of such a great group of bloggers and readers to help get me through all of the drama that planning a wedding inevitably brings.  So I tweaked my application one last time, while continuing to blog.  However this time, I was a lot more focused.  As I wrote each post, I could imagine it appearing on the Weddingbee home page.  And this time, when I reapplied to Weddingbee, I didn't tell a soul.  Not even Mrs. Kitten or the Dude.  I guess I didn't want to jinx it, as I felt this was my last real shot at becoming a Bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got the acceptance email from Mrs. Penguin three weeks later, I was on a high.  I felt like all my dedication and perseverance had paid off.  The best news was the coveted (by me, at least) Mouse icon was still available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past three months of blogging for Weddingbee have been amazing.  It is an adjustment when your posts first go up on Weddingbee and you start getting lots of comments.  In the first few weeks I would take comments that disagreed with me way too seriously, but I eventually realized that most commenters are genuinely trying to give advice or simply share their opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a slow process of trying to develop my Weddingbee persona because I find it very difficult to put myself into a category.  I'm often contradictory, and I change my mind almost constantly--sometimes without realizing I changed it!  I think it is important as one blogger among many to make your personality stand out in some way--not forcing it or faking it, but possibly exaggerating certain characteristics in order to be memorable.  This is just an ideal to strive for; I obviously have not accomplished this because both my wedding and my personality are all over the place.  Hmm, maybe that's my "thing"--I'm eclectic.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-732324160894554634?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/732324160894554634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=732324160894554634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/732324160894554634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/732324160894554634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/08/bees-life-miss-mouse-del-del.html' title='A Bee&apos;s Life:  Miss Mouse Speaks'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-2924946859665860165</id><published>2009-08-26T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:45:56.225-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Say "Yes" to the Dress(es)</title><content type='html'>Over the past several months, I've been collecting dresses to wear at all of my various pre-wedding celebrations.  I tried them all on yesterday, and it's a good thing I did!  I came across a couple of unexpected issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Shower Dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpXh8WoDgaI/AAAAAAAABAM/0Y-9PPAGs9U/s1600-h/DSCN0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpXh8WoDgaI/AAAAAAAABAM/0Y-9PPAGs9U/s320/DSCN0394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374450157318537634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the dress that I was hoping to wear to my upcoming wedding shower on Saturday.  I bought it back in March at the White House Black Market outlet.  At the time, it was formfitting and very flattering.  As you can see, it is now way too loose on top and not flattering at all!  I think this dress is definitely out.  It's not special enough to spend the money on taking it to a tailor's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mother/Daughter Brunch Dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpXiiudlJRI/AAAAAAAABAU/lNWqY_66qzk/s1600-h/DSCN0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpXiiudlJRI/AAAAAAAABAU/lNWqY_66qzk/s320/DSCN0398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374450816552084754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Antrhopologie dress I bought a few weeks ago, after my brother generously gave me a gift certificate for my birthday.  I absolutely love it, even though it looks a bit wrinkly here.  I'm planning on having a mother/daughter brunch at &lt;a href="http://www.bessbistro.com/"&gt;Sandra Bullock's restaurant&lt;/a&gt; as soon as my FMIL and FSIL get into town before the wedding.  I'll definitely be wearing this dress.  But the more I think about it, why can't this dress do double duty at my shower this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Rehearsal Dinner Dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpXjZoD-dMI/AAAAAAAABAc/glsraH4zwoo/s1600-h/DSCN0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpXjZoD-dMI/AAAAAAAABAc/glsraH4zwoo/s320/DSCN0396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374451759726884034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this floaty number at &lt;a href="http://www.zara.com/"&gt;Zara&lt;/a&gt; about two months ago.  When I tried it on, I realized the top panel was sheer, so I bought an appropriate bra.  However, when I tried it on today, I realized the whole dress is pretty much see-through!  I definitely can't wear it out in public like this.  I'll be hitting up some lingerie departments over the next few days to try and find a suitable slip.  Good thing I caught this mistake now!  I can't wait to pair this gauzy dress with my black vintage cowboy boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bachelorette Party Dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpXkZnGmyZI/AAAAAAAABAk/pRUpciCNUGE/s1600-h/DSCN0405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpXkZnGmyZI/AAAAAAAABAk/pRUpciCNUGE/s320/DSCN0405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374452858981108114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Weddingbee and especially Miss Apple Cider for introducing me to Mod Cloth.  I bought this dress there, and I am so in love with it!  I can't wait to wear it to my bachelorette party (only nine days from now)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so maybe I went a little bit crazy with all of these dresses, but after the wedding I will get tons of wear out of them!  Maybe I can even sell the first one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite place to shop for fancy dresses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-2924946859665860165?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/2924946859665860165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=2924946859665860165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/2924946859665860165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/2924946859665860165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/08/say-yes-to-dresses.html' title='Say &quot;Yes&quot; to the Dress(es)'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpXh8WoDgaI/AAAAAAAABAM/0Y-9PPAGs9U/s72-c/DSCN0394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-6533291221819108160</id><published>2009-08-25T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:57:02.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceremony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Decking the Aisle</title><content type='html'>We're keeping our ceremony decor sweet and simple.  There's no need to drop thousands of dollars on florals when you're already getting married in a beautiful garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpSa7IVMTEI/AAAAAAAAA_k/_NTL4eBr8sg/s1600-h/photo_250_garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpSa7IVMTEI/AAAAAAAAA_k/_NTL4eBr8sg/s320/photo_250_garden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374090595999173698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barrmansion.com/"&gt;Source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our first meeting with our florist, we had decided on hydrangea pomanders tied with black ribbon to hang in the aisle, as well as one large garland to drape over the archway, which will be behind us during the ceremony.  The garland will be very natural--filled with lots of greenery, hanging amaranthus, and cream garden roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I thought about the hydrangea balls, the more I thought they didn't really fit in with our aesthetic.  I came across some amazing inspiration photos, right here on the Weddingbee Boards, and a new idea was born:  mint julep cups! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpTpdXKueSI/AAAAAAAAA_8/i-0nPlbJ64E/s1600-h/venskus4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpTpdXKueSI/AAAAAAAAA_8/i-0nPlbJ64E/s320/venskus4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374176946004326690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://passionflowerflorist.net/_wsn/page5.html"&gt;Source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know mint juleps are sort of a Southern thing, but the image of hydrangeas in these dainty cups would really complement the English Garden theme (I use the term loosely) of our wedding.  Can't you just imagine them hooked onto the back of a chair with lush, green-and-pink hydrangeas fluffing out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpTp4bBqcWI/AAAAAAAABAE/GUKiVWL7kPQ/s1600-h/MintJulipCups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpTp4bBqcWI/AAAAAAAABAE/GUKiVWL7kPQ/s320/MintJulipCups.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374177410896523618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=28014683"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started searching the internet (where else?) for affordable mint julep cups.  Plastic versions abounded, but I thought they might look cheap in person.  I hit up Ebay but found nothing but super-expensive heirloom cups.  Finally, I tried the Weddingbee Classifieds and ended up with six silver-plated mint julep cups for a very reasonable price.  However, when I received them in the mail, I started to freak out; they were really heavy!  Were the chairs going to hold their weight?  And how in the hell was I going to attach the cups to the chairs?  Because they didn't have a lip, there was nothing to twist a wire or a piece of twine around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the cups aside and went on to worrying about more pressing tasks.  Cut to yesterday.  I started freaking out about this project again, so I tried looking for some type of clips to attach to the cups that would hang from the backs of the chairs.  I found a few potentials online, then decided to go to Joann's to see what they looked like in person.  Unfortunately, Joann's didn't have the "pew clips," as they are called, so it was back to panic.  I decided to email my florist, who as I have said before, is part of the Barr Mansion team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reply I got, four minutes later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am SURE I can attach them to the chairs—you let me worry about that.  Just drop off the cups and I'll do the rest.  : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, awesome!  Wedding stress officially avoided.  Ceremony decor:  check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get to the point where a simple wedding task seems completely insurmountable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-6533291221819108160?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/6533291221819108160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=6533291221819108160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/6533291221819108160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/6533291221819108160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/08/decking-aisle.html' title='Decking the Aisle'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpSa7IVMTEI/AAAAAAAAA_k/_NTL4eBr8sg/s72-c/photo_250_garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-8679045122814150258</id><published>2009-08-24T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:50:14.467-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding day wear'/><title type='text'>And the Winner Is . . .</title><content type='html'>this necklace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpNdZuRN3xI/AAAAAAAAA_E/dVAcls-VHuQ/s1600-h/DSCN0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpNdZuRN3xI/AAAAAAAAA_E/dVAcls-VHuQ/s320/DSCN0369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373741476881489682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I didn't have time to order necklaces online and see which ones worked out, so instead I hit up a local boutique and spotted this cool owl necklace.  It's similar to one of my Etsy inspiration necklaces, so I scooped it up.  The cashier was nice enough to find me a longer chain so that it's compatible with my locket.  I like how simple the combo is (the necklaces won't take away from my dress!), while at the same time it's a bit quirky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpNePbH5tBI/AAAAAAAAA_M/bF9bxMq_Z9M/s1600-h/DSCN0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpNePbH5tBI/AAAAAAAAA_M/bF9bxMq_Z9M/s320/DSCN0377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373742399455081490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse my greasy hair and no make-up. (Who am I kidding, you guys are used to it by now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only minor problem is, the original earrings I bought no longer match!  I'm thinking of wearing some tiny gold circular studs that I just bought instead.  But I need a "something blue!"  I'm not wearing a garter, and I don't really have room for any extra accessories.  My shoes are black.  What's a girl to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-8679045122814150258?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/8679045122814150258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=8679045122814150258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/8679045122814150258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/8679045122814150258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-winner-is.html' title='And the Winner Is . . .'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpNdZuRN3xI/AAAAAAAAA_E/dVAcls-VHuQ/s72-c/DSCN0369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-1673442730918147340</id><published>2009-08-23T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:44:36.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>Make Your Own Magnetic Spice Rack</title><content type='html'>When I first became a Bee, I told you guys that I was planning on creating favors by putting locally farmed honey into test tubes and corking them.  I also told you that I had a project in mind for the test tubes that would be leftover after I finished the favors.  Well, here it is!  I decided to use the extra test tubes and corks to create a stylish and convenient place to store all of my spices.  It's a really simple project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpHPb_M4AjI/AAAAAAAAA-c/gaGgB9CvjUA/s1600-h/DSCN0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpHPb_M4AjI/AAAAAAAAA-c/gaGgB9CvjUA/s320/DSCN0382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373303910158565938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The supplies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin, you will need the following supplies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 metal strip that can be mounted to the wall (mine was $.69 at Ikea)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 packages of sticky-backed magnetic strips (Michael's)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;About 20 test tubes (Ebay)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;About 20 corks (&lt;a href="http://www.widgetco.com/"&gt;WidgetCo&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Various kitchen spices and herbs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 funnel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I started by taking all of the spices and herbs off of the shelf and throwing away ones that were gross or old.  This is what my spice rack looked like before.  Icky.  The fact that some of the spices didn't fit into the box was driving me crazy!  Not to mention all the mismatched containers! (Yep, I'm a habitual over-organizer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpHQMGk2JGI/AAAAAAAAA-k/UKaHcwDFPr4/s1600-h/DSCN0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpHQMGk2JGI/AAAAAAAAA-k/UKaHcwDFPr4/s320/DSCN0383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373304736771875938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started by creating a funnel out of a piece of paper and some tape.  A real funnel would have bee a lot easier to use, but I went with what I had.  Then I started pouring spices from their jars into the test tubes and plugging them with the corks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpHQ95YvUQI/AAAAAAAAA-s/-H2m6SjZ6Kw/s1600-h/DSCN0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpHQ95YvUQI/AAAAAAAAA-s/-H2m6SjZ6Kw/s320/DSCN0386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373305592224895234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to clean your funnel out after every spice (or make a new one if you're using paper) so that one spice doesn't get contaminated with another.    You can also do similar spices back to back, such as cinnamon and cinnamon sugar, or garlic and garlic salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also important that you either label the spices after you add them to the test tubes or write down which spices you put in the test tubes in order.  It would really suck to finish this project and then realize you had no idea what was in each tube!  I decided to go with a reference list instead of labels in order to keep the test tubes looking clean and neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step is to cut your magnetic strips and stick them to the backs of the test tubes.  I made sure to cut the strips pretty long to ensure that they would be strong enough to hold the tubes up.  I ended up cutting them to about the length of the metal piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have all of your spices in their test tubes and the magnets attached, the final step is to mount the metal piece on the wall.  I simply used screws and a power drill.  Pretty easy!  Then you can arrange your spices any way you like--just remember to somehow note what each one is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpI2pnfq_wI/AAAAAAAAA-8/feeTtzT3fB0/s1600-h/DSCN0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpI2pnfq_wI/AAAAAAAAA-8/feeTtzT3fB0/s320/DSCN0391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373417394010783490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The finished product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was able to mount my new spice rack right over the sink.  Because of this little project, I was able to put all of the spice jars away into a cabinet for refills later.  We got rid of the metal rack in our kitchen and opened up a ton of space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a project that I've been wanting to try forever, and I'm so glad I finally found the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you using leftover supplies from your wedding?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-1673442730918147340?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/1673442730918147340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=1673442730918147340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/1673442730918147340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/1673442730918147340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-your-own-magnetic-spice-rack.html' title='Make Your Own Magnetic Spice Rack'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/SpHPb_M4AjI/AAAAAAAAA-c/gaGgB9CvjUA/s72-c/DSCN0382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-4491663109751622692</id><published>2009-08-21T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:43:55.165-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='programs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>It's Getting Hot in Here</title><content type='html'>Ever since we first booked our venue for end of summer and decided on an outdoor ceremony, I've had to face the fact that Central Texas is hot.  Not just hot; it's sweltering.  It gets so humid here in the summer that when you step outside it feels like you're being blasted with truck exhaust.  I love the heat, so for me it feels like being wrapped up in a warm blanket, but most people do not feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter my DIY solution:  program fans!  This project is one of the first ones I decided I wanted to do.  However, figuring out how to accomplish it has been a little complicated.  At first I thought I would go with the paddle shaped fans on a tongue depressor-type stick.  But then I decided it would be more fun to create a paneled fan that folds out into a traditional fan shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some great inspiration I found on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/So9yxlaF-sI/AAAAAAAAA9s/x3ZjPIdF57U/s1600-h/6a00e554ee8a22883301156fc0f4ee970c-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/So9yxlaF-sI/AAAAAAAAA9s/x3ZjPIdF57U/s320/6a00e554ee8a22883301156fc0f4ee970c-500wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372639076657003202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautifulpaper.typepad.com/oh_so_beautiful_paper/programs/"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were going for the paddle fans, I'd do something like this. Pretty and simple, and that font is freaking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/So9zAfdBBMI/AAAAAAAAA90/z50hV3OLFpQ/s1600-h/cherylsherman_joncanlasphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/So9zAfdBBMI/AAAAAAAAA90/z50hV3OLFpQ/s320/cherylsherman_joncanlasphoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372639332756686018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.custom-programs.com/fanprogram.htm"&gt;Source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the loveliest paneled fans I've seen yet.  I'm obsessed with the colors and the big, bold graphic on the front panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/So9zRRcyl8I/AAAAAAAAA98/iRxFAaUfQnk/s1600-h/large_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/So9zRRcyl8I/AAAAAAAAA98/iRxFAaUfQnk/s320/large_image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372639621055420354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bride.net/2009/unique-wedding-program-ideas/"&gt;Source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is pretty much the same idea.  I think going for a pop of color on the front panel and picking out matching ribbon will be key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/So90I2mRdgI/AAAAAAAAA-E/JURONsZhjvc/s1600-h/090612fan02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/So90I2mRdgI/AAAAAAAAA-E/JURONsZhjvc/s320/090612fan02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372640575920109058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ayleebits.com/2009/06/12/diy-fan-program-kit-template-giveaway/"&gt;Source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pretty cute, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I discovered a template through one of my favorite wedding bloggers, The &lt;a href="http://un-bride.blogspot.com/"&gt;Un-bride&lt;/a&gt;.  She linked me to this amazing &lt;a href="http://www.ayleebits.com/2006/06/10/diy-fan-programs/"&gt;template and tutorial&lt;/a&gt; that you can download for free!  The artist's website is called Aylee Bits, and in addition to the free basic template, she offers a pre-designed template for purchase.  You can also commission her to custom design a template for you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to go the free template route, and I will share the final product with you guys when I get done.  I just have one request:  please share with me in the comments section any internet sources for free graphics and clip art that you know of!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-4491663109751622692?l=procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/feeds/4491663109751622692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6077165103702426140&amp;postID=4491663109751622692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/4491663109751622692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077165103702426140/posts/default/4491663109751622692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-getting-hot-in-here.html' title='It&apos;s Getting Hot in Here'/><author><name>Dead Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759536187045093908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/Spdke-7rqiI/AAAAAAAABAs/ixTgH2acGns/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/So9yxlaF-sI/AAAAAAAAA9s/x3ZjPIdF57U/s72-c/6a00e554ee8a22883301156fc0f4ee970c-500wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077165103702426140.post-2689660145692768604</id><published>2009-08-20T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T02:33:23.517-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favors'/><title type='text'>DIY Crunch Time</title><content type='html'>With three weeks to go, let's just say I've been "pulling some all-nighters" on the crafting front.  Actually, no need for the quotes.  I've literally been staying up until 8am, marathoning &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/search?query=greek"&gt;Greek&lt;/a&gt;, and cranking out wedding craft after wedding craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I made favor tags for my test tube honey favors by borrowing Mrs. Bunny's idea of using leftover brown paper sacks in place of expensive kraft paper.  I made a template using Excel (OK, the Dude made it for me), and then I cut out 100-something little brown tags. Next, I printed a message to our guests on each one using my Gocco.  Unfortunately, the gold ink I wanted to use didn't stand out enough on the brown paper, so I ended up just going with black.  They're not perfect, but I think they look pretty and homemade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple nights later, I broke out the Gocco for one last hurrah to stamp all of my recycled kraft paper boxes.  I ended up going with two pastel colors, a pinkish purple and a sea foam green.  Not exactly in my color scheme, but I think they will blend nicely with the rest of the decor.  I'm getting pretty liberal with the color scheme to be honest.  It feels nice to let go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/So5FANqA7VI/AAAAAAAAA9M/13R0cRY7sUk/s1600-h/DSCN0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/So5FANqA7VI/AAAAAAAAA9M/13R0cRY7sUk/s320/DSCN0367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372307275467779410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little boxes all lined up and waiting to get folded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This project was inspired by Mrs. Penguin's &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/02/28/savor-the-favor/"&gt;Goccoed favor boxes&lt;/a&gt;.  I loved the combo of pastel Gocco ink on a kraft paper box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to get this floral design, I started with some notecards from Michael's.  I took the card with this pattern, and I simply colored in the parts I wanted to print with the Riso pen that comes with every Gocco.  Then I burned the master copy by using the filled-in notecard.  (See the Gocco wiki for more details on how to use a Gocco.) My hand started to cramp up a bit about halfway through the coloring, but it was totally worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/So5IdvQbGHI/AAAAAAAAA9U/nTZdFfn0AFc/s1600-h/DSCN0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/So5IdvQbGHI/AAAAAAAAA9U/nTZdFfn0AFc/s320/DSCN0366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372311081238337650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I printed, the better I got at lining up the boxes and getting the ink in the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/So5JcVacY8I/AAAAAAAAA9c/GDXf-I1RUDg/s1600-h/DSCN0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/So5JcVacY8I/AAAAAAAAA9c/GDXf-I1RUDg/s320/DSCN0365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372312156632802242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The finished product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six hours later, and voila!  One hundred and three finished boxes.  Well, not quite finished.  I still have to fill them up with something, yeah?  More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that intense of a project, I needed something quick and dirty to get back into the DIY swing of things.  Enter my card box project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been thinking about using the hatbox that I inherited from my grandmother when she died eight years ago.  Right after I got the hatbox, I spray painted it gold in order to cover up all the cutesy cherubs and flowers that were covering it.  I loved my grandma like crazy, but let's just say I never really had an appreciation for her decorating style.  Anyway, I figured that since my 16-year-old self had already done my thang to the hatbox, what harm would there be in cutting a slit in it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/So5Ls-SjBlI/AAAAAAAAA9k/6-qDj8uxXTc/s1600-h/DSCN0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtOTzVM6tUw/So5Ls-SjBlI/AAAAAAAAA9k/6-qDj8uxXTc/s320/DSCN0368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372314641506698834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it took was a pencil, a straight edge, and an exacto knife.  Oh, and a little elbow grease from the Dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just hope I have enough crafting reserves to tackle the ceremony programs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6077165103702426140-2689660145692768604?l=procrastinationisplanning.blog
