So our reception continued, and I started getting nervous about our first dance. I, like many of the male species, refuse to dance out of fear of ridicule. However, Crown_Princess was fairly adamant about having a proper first dance, and two days prior, my parents came to our hotel room and taught us to properly do the Box Step. We picked our song, (How You Live, by Point of Grace), and Julie and I practiced the night before while the best man and MOH watched us and mocked me silently with their eyes. I must say though, after an hour or two, I started to actually look like I knew what I was doing.
Before the dances though, were the speeches. The MOH and Best man gave lovely speeches:
Julies father had a few quaint words to say:
Not to be outdone, my father prepared a very long soliloquy. I believe he recited The Odyssey in its entirety somewhere in his speech. It was loooooong. We started to squirm at one point. But ah, we love him.
The obligatory slide-show (put together by my friend Alex) was then shown, who did a fantastic slideshow. One of the best ones Ive seen.
Next, dancing time!
We hooked up the iPod (old school iPod Mini, hurrah!)
And we danced!
Give it up for the twirl.
Id like to take a break here for a second and give a few tips for you all getting married. First of all, try not to pick a five minute song. When everyones staring at you, that five minute song transforms into a fifteen minute song and it begins to feel redundant. Second, if youre in the Napa Room, Disney will pipe in the house music, which is actually very nice. We had our own playlist all ready on the iPod, and while it was nice, I found that the house music seemed perfectly acceptable.
After all the dancing and fun, people mingled and we wandered out to the balcony to take a few photos.
She sees a handsome man.
Oh no, she found me!
The ladies.
I started getting a little loopy. It was probably the 3 sips of champagne that I had:
By this point, things were wrapping up, and Crown_Princess needed to address everyone to make sure everyone knew the bus schedule for the dessert party that evening.
As people were leaving, Randy came over and asked if we wanted to do an extra session at the Grand Floridian, since we ran out of time that morning and didnt get a chance to do any inside shots. This was really kind of him; technically his time was up with us, but he wanted us to have the best shoot possible. Unfortunately, our limo time had run out, so we didnt have a quick way of getting there except the monorail, and we were a bit uneasy riding the monorail in our wedding attire. However, a shoot at the GF was too good to pass up, so we sucked it up and dealt with the odd stares from people as we walked through the contemporary, rode the escalator, and got in line for the monorail.
While waiting in line, a nice CM asked if we wanted to ride in front, to which we replied quickly agreed to. Things got even better, because as we pulled into the GF, Randy was waiting at the monorail station to greet us. We waved to him as we were pulling in, and once he saw we were at the front, rushed to the door to try to get a few snaps of us. Turns out, he didnt need to rush. The monorail driver graciously allowed him to get into the front with us, and actually held up the train for us while we spent a good five to ten minutes getting shots! We stepped out, and they held the train for us even longer to get even more shots in front of the monorail. How cool is that? People continued to stare at us as Randy snapped away; we felt like Jon and Kate Gosselin, only without the infidelity rumors, tabloid press, and gaggle of children following us around.
This is what happens when you let me drive.
More power!
Out front
Still buzzing from the monorail excitement, we followed Randy inside and got some photos in the GF
Us looking out the window
Up next: Dessert Party time! And why are we doing an Irish Jig?