<?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-6645079444505997747</id><updated>2011-12-31T17:21:47.177-08:00</updated><category term='Hair'/><category term='Traditions'/><category term='Pre-Marital Counseling'/><category term='Cheese'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='Venues'/><category term='Photo Books'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='Gifts'/><category term='Decor'/><category term='Good-Bye'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Wine'/><category term='Rehearsal Dinner'/><category term='Retirement Parties'/><category term='Paper'/><category term='100th Post'/><category term='Accommodations'/><category term='Escort Cards'/><category term='Food and Drink'/><category term='Bachelorette Parties'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Thank Yous'/><category term='Guest Book'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Indian Traditions'/><category term='DJ'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='Spring Parties'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Product Review'/><category term='Proposal'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Makeup'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='Health'/><category term='OOT Bags'/><category term='Giveaways'/><category term='Baby Showers'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Blog Awards'/><category term='Budget-Friendly Tips'/><category term='Shoes'/><category term='Showers'/><category term='Fall Parties'/><category term='Officiants'/><category term='Wedding Video'/><category term='Fitness'/><category term='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><category term='Marriage License'/><category term='Attire'/><category term='Favors'/><category term='Honeymoons'/><category term='Weddings'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Accessories'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Bridal Expo'/><category term='Wedding Gown'/><category term='Recaps'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Registry'/><category term='Ceremonies'/><category term='Gocco'/><category term='Decorations'/><category term='Engagement Parties'/><category term='4th of July'/><category term='Flowers'/><category term='Receptions'/><category term='Bridesmaids'/><category term='Featured'/><category term='Unity Candle'/><category term='After Party'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Sunday Fitness Update'/><category term='Anniversaries'/><category term='Rings'/><category term='Kelvan'/><category term='Theme Parties'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='Emotional'/><category term='Color Schemes'/><category term='Rehearsal'/><category term='Vintage'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Cocktail Parties'/><category term='Mother of the Bride'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Invitations'/><category term='Happy Friday'/><category term='Bathroom Baskets'/><title type='text'>The Perpetual Party Planner</title><subtitle type='html'>Join me as I plan my October 2010 wedding and a few more soirees along the way!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>353</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-7475694092655606936</id><published>2011-03-23T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T06:12:00.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good-Bye'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: All Good Things Must Come To An End</title><content type='html'>Well, chickadees, the time has finally come. After a full year and a half of writing about our wedding between three and four times per week, I'm finally out of words to say about our day. The process of planning the wedding was filled with joy, happiness, stress, tears and just about every other emotion that falls in between. Mr. Cool and I experienced a ton of highs and lows during our fifteen-month-long engagement, but I can honestly say that I wouldn't change any of it for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot describe what a truly rewarding experience it has been to create and write for this blog. I went from no followers to a whopping 117, some of whom have become "real life" friends. With your support and encouragement, I've re-discovered my crafty side and pushed it to limits I never thought possible. Meanwhile, you've all inspired me with your beautiful weddings and amazing stories. I truly cannot thank you enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with these words, I'll leave you with a few of my favorite images from that drizzly October day on which I finally became a Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fKlnFY5kymU/TYlGXasLyTI/AAAAAAAAFEs/QU2lsRGYjnI/s1600/lot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fKlnFY5kymU/TYlGXasLyTI/AAAAAAAAFEs/QU2lsRGYjnI/s400/lot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587074180845390130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ticDgYdhgJk/TYlGXv4WIxI/AAAAAAAAFE0/ntPabMCeugQ/s1600/vineyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ticDgYdhgJk/TYlGXv4WIxI/AAAAAAAAFE0/ntPabMCeugQ/s400/vineyard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587074186533544722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fKlnFY5kymU/TYlGXasLyTI/AAAAAAAAFEs/QU2lsRGYjnI/s1600/lot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To Mr. Cool, I can't believe that it's already been five months (to the day!) since you and I tied the knot. It's been an amazing ride, and I can't wait for what's next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXlZsQmAoac/TYlGXOfyB0I/AAAAAAAAFEk/v3v7S4MQKbg/s1600/downtheaisle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXlZsQmAoac/TYlGXOfyB0I/AAAAAAAAFEk/v3v7S4MQKbg/s400/downtheaisle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587074177572144962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As for me, I'm not completely going away - I've been bitten by the blogging bug, and fully intend to return with a brand new platform for my random musings. I had hoped to get my new blog up and running by the time I ended this one, but you know what they say about the best-laid plans. I'll be sure to post here with the new link when I actually get something on there that's worth reading. And of course, I'll still be commenting on all of your blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DEFIkFv7Cc/TYlGXw2VWsI/AAAAAAAAFE8/h7t9ndqufd8/s1600/MrsT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DEFIkFv7Cc/TYlGXw2VWsI/AAAAAAAAFE8/h7t9ndqufd8/s400/MrsT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587074186793540290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://99plusforever.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. T.&lt;/a&gt;, this one is for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye my lovelies! Keep the party going until I come back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Party Planner Gal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photographs by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-7475694092655606936?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/7475694092655606936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-of-our-lives-all-good-things-must.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/7475694092655606936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/7475694092655606936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-of-our-lives-all-good-things-must.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: All Good Things Must Come To An End'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fKlnFY5kymU/TYlGXasLyTI/AAAAAAAAFEs/QU2lsRGYjnI/s72-c/lot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-8135703726562862947</id><published>2011-03-21T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T06:13:03.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Video'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: Our Wedding Video!</title><content type='html'>You may not remember me blogging about our search for the perfect wedding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;videographer&lt;/span&gt;, and that's because Mr. Cool and I decided early on that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;videography&lt;/span&gt; wasn't very important to us. After our wedding day came and went in the blink of an eye, however, I may or may not have regretted this decision. I'm not talking about a ton of regret, but enough to make me doubt the little discussion, if any, we had regarding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;videography&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my surprise when our good friends, Mr. V and Mrs. N, surprised us with this compilation of wedding highlights that they captured on their Flip video camera! While I wasn't sure what to expect when Mr. V told us he was working on our wedding video, I certainly did not anticipate the beautiful, lighthearted and thoughtful video that he ultimately delivered to us. It's clear that a lot of work went into creating this video. I hope you enjoy it as much as Mr. Cool and I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZYibhw8A9Es?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already watched this video more times than I care to admit. A special thanks to Mrs. N for helping Mr. V with the music selections. And to Mr. V, thank you so much for capturing our wedding on video in such a beautiful and honest way. Mr. Cool and I are so grateful that you took the time and effort to create this for us. We will certainly treasure it forever, (or at least for as long as YouTube is around)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyfee_11JOk/TYQz3dXKIgI/AAAAAAAAFEc/Fil38nPkm8o/s1600/vishal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyfee_11JOk/TYQz3dXKIgI/AAAAAAAAFEc/Fil38nPkm8o/s400/vishal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585646465713840642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. N in action at our wedding. Photo by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com/"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You may also recognize him as the handsome groom in &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/03/hindu-wedding-celebration.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; from way back when&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you splurge on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;videography&lt;/span&gt;? If not, were your friends able to capture some great footage of your wedding day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-8135703726562862947?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8135703726562862947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-of-our-lives-our-wedding-video.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8135703726562862947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8135703726562862947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-of-our-lives-our-wedding-video.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: Our Wedding Video!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZYibhw8A9Es/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-206342717426542039</id><published>2011-03-16T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T06:21:00.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bathroom Baskets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: Mishaps (Part Two)</title><content type='html'>When we &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-of-our-lives-mishaps-part-one.html"&gt;left off&lt;/a&gt;, I had shared some minor snafus I ran into on our wedding weekend due to my not taking proper care of myself and a last-minute emergency that prevented my cousin/MOH spending the night before our rehearsal with me. In this post, I'll cover four teeny, tiny things that went wrong on our actual wedding day. These issues were so minor that they're almost not worth mentioning, but I've decided to blog about them anyway in the hopes that future brides can learn from my mistakes. Moving right along . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Four: Not Packing an Emergency Kit for Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the little &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/10/last-minute-bridesmaid-gift-details.html"&gt;emergency kits&lt;/a&gt; I made for my bridesmaids a few days before the wedding? Here's a refresher in case you don't:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2f2QB_OeXo/TX7p6CZgBAI/AAAAAAAAFD0/1EjzZT_5PAw/s1600/emergencykits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2f2QB_OeXo/TX7p6CZgBAI/AAAAAAAAFD0/1EjzZT_5PAw/s400/emergencykits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584157771271504898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;personal photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little kits contained hairspray, tissues, Listerine strips, gum, Colgate wisps and Softlips lip balm. Everything my bridesmaids could possibly need, right? Well, for some reason, I didn't think to make an emergency kit for myself! I guess I just assumed that there would be five of these laying around in case I needed to borrow from one of them. At one point during our cocktail hour, I remember feeling like I wanted nothing more than to brush my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridesmaid Miss P accompanied me to the bride's room, but unfortunately she had forgotten her kit and we couldn't find another one laying around. Miss P ended up saving the day by running to the guest bathroom to steal a bottle of Listerine from our &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-bathroom.html"&gt;bathroom baskets&lt;/a&gt;. Although it did the trick, I would have killed for one of those Colgate wisps in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: pack a toothbrush or the equivalent on your big day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Five: Quasi-Flower Fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing but good things to say about our florist, Carolyn from &lt;a href="http://www.diabloviewflorist.org/"&gt;Diablo View Florist&lt;/a&gt; in Antioch, California. From our bridal party bouquets, to our aisle decorations, cocktail table arrangements and reception arrangements, she absolutely nailed the bright, fall look we had hoped to achieve at our wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2lvmUgAb-_A/TX7poh_-grI/AAAAAAAAFDM/Kb4p-Svl0RQ/s1600/BMbouquet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2lvmUgAb-_A/TX7poh_-grI/AAAAAAAAFDM/Kb4p-Svl0RQ/s400/BMbouquet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584157470516740786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPSEuRNyvAY/TX7p6ekjNyI/AAAAAAAAFD8/Dk7osgmF71M/s1600/pomander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPSEuRNyvAY/TX7p6ekjNyI/AAAAAAAAFD8/Dk7osgmF71M/s400/pomander.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584157778834044706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mvG525UqYpQ/TX7po0RYNFI/AAAAAAAAFDU/0PqX26_BV5s/s1600/cocktailarrangement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mvG525UqYpQ/TX7po0RYNFI/AAAAAAAAFDU/0PqX26_BV5s/s400/cocktailarrangement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584157475421566034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7pjKyzXdJSY/TX7ubnChoKI/AAAAAAAAFEU/i-5LsLU_fL0/s1600/centerpiece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7pjKyzXdJSY/TX7ubnChoKI/AAAAAAAAFEU/i-5LsLU_fL0/s400/centerpiece.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584162746089447586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved the way the beautiful, bright yellow flowers brought a pop of warm color to our wedding without looking too quintessentially "fall." So imagine my shock when I took a peak at our ceremony room and saw orange and red flowers mixed into the altar arrangements. I take full responsibility for this mishap, since I never explicitly told our florist that I did not want any red or orange flowers at all. At the end of the day, the arrangements were still beautiful, and they actually complimented the hints of red in the mandap nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: if there is a color that you absolutely do not want to pop up in your flowers, let your florist know! I assumed I was safe since "all sunflowers are yellow." Um, wrong. There are red-orange sunflowers too. If you don't believe me, please refer to Exhibit "A" below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ILbjqyJx3-M/TX7p6tA97vI/AAAAAAAAFEE/E4Aw9OOT4Yk/s1600/redflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ILbjqyJx3-M/TX7p6tA97vI/AAAAAAAAFEE/E4Aw9OOT4Yk/s400/redflowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584157782711332594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Number Six: Not Having a Back-Up Plan for my Bustle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned previously that someone stepped on my French bustle and it ripped away from the top layer of chiffon on my wedding gown. While my seamstress did include an American-style bustle as a back-up plan, neither I nor my bridesmaids bothered to learn how to use that bustle since I was dead-set on sporting the French one. Big mistake, since I spent most of our reception holding my bustle in my right arm like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vnmCwvLV3Fw/TX7ppNNaWbI/AAAAAAAAFDk/odWSyQV2qYM/s1600/dressinhand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vnmCwvLV3Fw/TX7ppNNaWbI/AAAAAAAAFDk/odWSyQV2qYM/s400/dressinhand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584157482115815858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jf277niRftE/TX7ppT72uSI/AAAAAAAAFDs/tnyNndGBzE8/s1600/dressinhand2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jf277niRftE/TX7ppT72uSI/AAAAAAAAFDs/tnyNndGBzE8/s400/dressinhand2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584157483921226018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, not so cute. At one point Miss P pulled me aside and tried to figure out the American bustle, but then Lady Gaga's "Telephone" came on and I had to dance immediately. As a result, a bunch of our reception photos show me holding wads of my bustle in my right hand. At one point, I think I my have hit people on the dance floor with my bustle to try and get their attention. I had tons of fun, but in hindsight it probably would have been a classier move to let Miss P figure out the American-style bustle when she tried to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: have a back-up plan for your bustle, and have someone in your bridal party practice not only your preferred style, but your back-up style as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Seven: Not Taking the Time to Fully Enjoy Some of the Things we Planned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My number one regret of the evening is that this is the only photo of myself with my new husband in our &lt;a href="http://www.fotomio.com"&gt;Fotomio&lt;/a&gt; photo kiosk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1x-u_p4coI/TX7p7BzAY7I/AAAAAAAAFEM/zFIec6ChyQo/s1600/ShieldsWedding_287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1x-u_p4coI/TX7p7BzAY7I/AAAAAAAAFEM/zFIec6ChyQo/s400/ShieldsWedding_287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584157788289917874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photo by Fotomio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back when we initially signed up for a photo kiosk, I had grand visions of Mr. Cool and I spending tons of time in front of the camera with our vintage-style props. Unfortunately, we just didn't have enough time to make my vision a reality. As it was, I was lucky to remember to pull Mr. Cool off the dance floor toward the end of the night so we could get some photo kiosk time, however brief it was. Looking back, I wish we'd made this more of a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, Mr. Cool and I didn't really get to enjoy any of the cakes and pies from our dessert buffet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--4Q2WlmPhyc/TX7ppJjM2MI/AAAAAAAAFDc/iedJiB3GK2c/s1600/dessertbuffet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--4Q2WlmPhyc/TX7ppJjM2MI/AAAAAAAAFDc/iedJiB3GK2c/s400/dessertbuffet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584157481133463746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, there just wasn't really time for us to sit back and enjoy dessert. At one point toward the end of the night, (probably when we were making a mad dash for the photo kiosk), Mr. Cool grabbed a fork and started eating banana cream pie right out of the dish! Don't worry - our guests were pretty much done with the dessert buffet by then. And the groom's germs don't matter on his wedding day, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: Designate someone to make sure that you enjoy all of the little details that you have worked so hard to plan! Our wedding day was so filled with excitement that it was hard to remember to take full advantage of everything in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes my wedding-day mishap list! In the grand scheme of things, none of these mishaps really mattered, nor did they detract from the sheer joy and happiness Mr. Cool and I felt at our wedding. Overall, we were actually pretty lucky! Our wedding day was nearly-perfect, and I know it's because of all of the planning we had done during our fifteen-month-long engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next, our wedding video, courtesy of our good friend, Mr. V!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless otherwise noted, all photographs by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&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/6645079444505997747-206342717426542039?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/206342717426542039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-of-our-lives-mishaps-part-two.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/206342717426542039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/206342717426542039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-of-our-lives-mishaps-part-two.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: Mishaps (Part Two)'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2f2QB_OeXo/TX7p6CZgBAI/AAAAAAAAFD0/1EjzZT_5PAw/s72-c/emergencykits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-4291087165274848559</id><published>2011-03-14T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T06:23:00.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: Mishaps (Part One)</title><content type='html'>I almost titled this post as "The Party of Our Lives: What Went Wrong." But the more I thought about it, nothing really went wrong on our wedding day. Of course, there were a few minor glitches, but I seriously doubt that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; wedding day ever goes off without a hitch. Looking back, I can honestly say that if given the choice, I wouldn't change a thing about it, mishaps and all. So with that, here's my list of minor glitches, and the things I should have done to avoid them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1: The Weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-48Im1OJxD0U/TX1v7ITlYSI/AAAAAAAAFCs/c5syP-cbB9I/s1600/ominous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-48Im1OJxD0U/TX1v7ITlYSI/AAAAAAAAFCs/c5syP-cbB9I/s400/ominous.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583742174641873186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you followed my blog during the third week of October, it won't come as a shock to you that I was completely bent out of shape about the rainy weather forecast for our wedding day. While there's not much I could have done to change the weather, I definitely could have changed my attitude about it. Instead, I chose to spend m last week as an engaged woman in frustrated tears and anxiety over something over which I had zero control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, it seemed like the end of the world. Looking back, I can't believe how ridiculous I was during those days. While it still tugs my heart strings to see gorgeous photos of sun-dappled weddings that have taken place in our venue's courtyard, I have come to terms with the fact that we were married on an uncharacteristically drizzly October day. And honestly, the gorgeousness of our ceremony space almost made me forget that we had ever planned to have an outdoor wedding. Almost:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bmMkOziy0B0/TX11b11qr_I/AAAAAAAAFC0/mSVN8wwWV1M/s1600/ceremony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bmMkOziy0B0/TX11b11qr_I/AAAAAAAAFC0/mSVN8wwWV1M/s400/ceremony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583748234178375666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2: My Health&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/-Bu1CNdYPT1Y/TX13hx9PlaI/AAAAAAAAFC8/jxrU5fka0r8/s1600/kleenex-flu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu1CNdYPT1Y/TX13hx9PlaI/AAAAAAAAFC8/jxrU5fka0r8/s400/kleenex-flu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583750535238882722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.watchmojo.com/blog/tag/Children/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't shared with too many people that I was sick on our wedding day. I should have seen it coming from a mile away. I was stressed about the weather, crying non-stop and sleeping poorly. When I felt that first, distinct tickle in my throat the night of our rehearsal dinner, I knew I was done for. After I returned to our hotel room for the night, I took a hot shower, drank some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Emergen&lt;/span&gt;-C and loaded up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zicam&lt;/span&gt;. I slept horribly the night before our wedding, but used the periods I couldn't sleep to guzzle more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Emergen&lt;/span&gt;-C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the adrenaline I felt the morning of our wedding day made me forget that I felt achy, tired and slightly congested. In hindsight, I should have probably taken one full week off work (as opposed to two days) before the wedding, focused on eating healthy and staying hydrated and avoided &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;collapsing&lt;/span&gt; into a total mess over the weather report (see Number 1). When I get stressed, I get sick. The days before the wedding were some of the most stressful of my life. Knowing what I know now, I should have made my health a priority during my last few days as Miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3: Not Having Someone With Me At All Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I'm a pretty independent person. I savor my alone time, and don't mind when Mr. Cool makes plans with friends or is off doing an activity by himself. For some reason, though, I really, really, REALLY did not want to be alone for a moment during our wedding weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember my &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/friday-morning-before-wedding-diy.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt; rehearsal dinner flower arranging extravaganza&lt;/a&gt;?:&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/--CQQLKlZRZ4/TX176Yh3x4I/AAAAAAAAFDE/pyq4CKG5tzs/s1600/DSC02780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--CQQLKlZRZ4/TX176Yh3x4I/AAAAAAAAFDE/pyq4CKG5tzs/s400/DSC02780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583755355956430722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;personal photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a minor panic attack the morning of our rehearsal dinner because I was all alone in my hotel room with my frantic thoughts. My cousin/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MOH&lt;/span&gt; was supposed to spend the night before our rehearsal in the hotel with me, but an emergency prevented her from making it at the last minute. In hindsight, I should have called one of my other bridesmaids or my mom to spend the night with me. Thankfully, my cousin/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MOH&lt;/span&gt; sent out an emergency email, and bridesmaid Mrs. O rushed over mid-morning. Likewise, Mr. Cool heard the panic in my voice and hurried over from his parents' house to join me at the hotel. Once my mom, Mrs. O and Mr. Cool arrived, I literally felt the anxiety melt away. Lesson learned: have an arsenal of people on call in case you need someone to calm your usually-steady nerves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next: a few more (very minor) mishaps and how I could have avoided them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Unless otherwise noted, all photos by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&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/6645079444505997747-4291087165274848559?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/4291087165274848559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-of-our-lives-mishaps-part-one.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/4291087165274848559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/4291087165274848559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-of-our-lives-mishaps-part-one.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: Mishaps (Part One)'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-48Im1OJxD0U/TX1v7ITlYSI/AAAAAAAAFCs/c5syP-cbB9I/s72-c/ominous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-2273675463127083520</id><published>2011-03-09T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T06:30:25.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receptions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Traditions'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: Horah and Dessert</title><content type='html'>Yes, you read the title of this post correctly. And no, Mr. Cool and I are not Jewish. I'll let you in on a little secret: when I was in law school, I was a full-fledged member of the Jewish Law Student Association ("JLSA"). I think it was because some of the members found out that I could make falafel and invited me to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shabbat"&gt;Shabbat&lt;/a&gt; dinner, which was always potluck-style. Either way, I loved being a part of the organization and loved learning about Jewish culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Cool and I have attended several Jewish weddings, and absolutely love the part of the reception where the guests lift the bride and groom onto chairs during the &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2011/03/02/dancing-the-horah/"&gt;horah&lt;/a&gt;. I was completely caught off guard when our friend Mr. D pulled us aside during the wedding and told us that we were "going to do the chair thing." The next thing I knew, I was being lifted into the air:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHiIz7MhiSs/TXPk7hgZg4I/AAAAAAAAFB0/Big8NUnHz8g/s1600/hora1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHiIz7MhiSs/TXPk7hgZg4I/AAAAAAAAFB0/Big8NUnHz8g/s400/hora1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581056074499851138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our friend Mrs. V has her hands in the air in front of me to catch me in case I fell. I really did feel like I was going to fall off the entire time, but I didn't care. It was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UAUay0X42zQ/TXPk7xHtkwI/AAAAAAAAFB8/DX4xjmKsEJ4/s1600/hora2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UAUay0X42zQ/TXPk7xHtkwI/AAAAAAAAFB8/DX4xjmKsEJ4/s400/hora2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581056078691275522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next thing I knew, Mr. Cool was in the air right in front of me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dCr6_zGh3vs/TXPlAi5H2sI/AAAAAAAAFCE/TQygo5R_NdU/s1600/sachinchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dCr6_zGh3vs/TXPlAi5H2sI/AAAAAAAAFCE/TQygo5R_NdU/s400/sachinchair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581056160771332802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Participating in the horah was one of my favorite memories from our wedding. Mr. Cool and I had discussed incorporating this tradition into our wedding day, but ultimately decided that our guests might think it was strange. I was so excited and happy that our friends made the decision for us. Our guests loved it and everyone was having an amazing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, our cake and pie buffet had opened for business! Our venue and day-of-coordinator did a fantastic job of arranging my mom's milk glass cake stands and plates onto one of the large king's tables. Our dessert buffet banner from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;etsy&lt;/a&gt; seller &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/victorianstation"&gt;victorianstation&lt;/a&gt; hung from the front:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D9M4ff_K1UU/TXPk7Cu8F-I/AAAAAAAAFBc/CsBtebA7Wa8/s1600/buffet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D9M4ff_K1UU/TXPk7Cu8F-I/AAAAAAAAFBc/CsBtebA7Wa8/s400/buffet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581056066239338466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our venue loaded our dessert buffet full of the Whole Foods cakes and pies we ordered prior to wheeling it out to the reception room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdKzoHWcnAk/TXPk7AEPMqI/AAAAAAAAFBk/emrTyu81N6E/s1600/cakepiebuffet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdKzoHWcnAk/TXPk7AEPMqI/AAAAAAAAFBk/emrTyu81N6E/s400/cakepiebuffet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581056065523364514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our guests were able to sample from 9 different flavors of cakes and pies if they wanted to. Several of our friends told us that they were too full from &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-introductions-and.html"&gt;dinner&lt;/a&gt; to take full advantage of the cake and pie buffet, but somehow they managed to rally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Imwq7_i1RKs/TXPqm1nhgII/AAAAAAAAFCM/R7Anvhv-eA8/s1600/emilycake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Imwq7_i1RKs/TXPqm1nhgII/AAAAAAAAFCM/R7Anvhv-eA8/s400/emilycake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581062316190957698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our dessert buffet also included a variety of Indian sweets, such as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laddu"&gt;ladoo&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-igIuPk75m3k/TXPqvBwD4hI/AAAAAAAAFCc/0L7XP8A8KAk/s1600/ladoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-igIuPk75m3k/TXPqvBwD4hI/AAAAAAAAFCc/0L7XP8A8KAk/s400/ladoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581062456886944274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barfi"&gt;barfi&lt;/a&gt; (pronounced "burr-fee"):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYP0G5SDbeU/TXPqu4dM8UI/AAAAAAAAFCU/30HDklbkRyg/s1600/baarfi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYP0G5SDbeU/TXPqu4dM8UI/AAAAAAAAFCU/30HDklbkRyg/s400/baarfi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581062454391927106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And with that, the party of our lives drew to an end. Our amazing (and exhausted) photographer asked if she could leave, and I was happy to let her go. After all, no one needs photographic evidence that I did the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UFIYGkROII"&gt;Soulja Boy&lt;/a&gt; dance in my big, white wedding gown, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I still have a couple more posts up my sleeve, and I'm going to ask Mr. N for permission to post our lovely wedding video at the end of our recaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite memory from your wedding day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photographs by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com/"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D9M4ff_K1UU/TXPk7Cu8F-I/AAAAAAAAFBc/CsBtebA7Wa8/s1600/buffet.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-2273675463127083520?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/2273675463127083520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-of-our-lives-horah-and-dessert.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/2273675463127083520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/2273675463127083520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-of-our-lives-horah-and-dessert.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: Horah and Dessert'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHiIz7MhiSs/TXPk7hgZg4I/AAAAAAAAFB0/Big8NUnHz8g/s72-c/hora1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-6980427811601862153</id><published>2011-03-07T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T06:26:00.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receptions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorations'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: Just Dance!</title><content type='html'>After our &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-of-our-lives-first-dance.html"&gt;first dance&lt;/a&gt;, it was time to call the rest of our guests onto the dance floor. It wasn't too long before it was packed to capacity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PQeMgxdv5A/TXPPr2Ii6qI/AAAAAAAAE_s/ZG3I0kkBJ10/s1600/danceparty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PQeMgxdv5A/TXPPr2Ii6qI/AAAAAAAAE_s/ZG3I0kkBJ10/s400/danceparty1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581032715414858402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our DJ, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/andyatta"&gt;Andy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Atta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, did a great job of combining contemporary hip-hop/R&amp;amp;B music with popular Indian and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bhangra&lt;/span&gt; songs. I had no complaints about him other than the fact that he sometimes would play the same song twice (though not back to back). I think what happened was that our guests would request songs that he wasn't familiar with, so he would find the song on YouTube. A couple of times, the YouTube version would be a mashed-up with other songs he had already played. Even so, our guests loved him, and I've already received a few requests for his name from my friends that are getting married this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the way our dance floor wash spread over our guests as they boogied the night away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNO_gYPzwwc/TXPP9Ez3HkI/AAAAAAAAFAk/R2d92c5I85s/s1600/shosdancefloor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNO_gYPzwwc/TXPP9Ez3HkI/AAAAAAAAFAk/R2d92c5I85s/s400/shosdancefloor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581033011412409922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF9sO0UzHCA/TXPPsa9Di7I/AAAAAAAAE_8/1bl-W8E1_0A/s1600/floorshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF9sO0UzHCA/TXPPsa9Di7I/AAAAAAAAE_8/1bl-W8E1_0A/s400/floorshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581032725298777010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so excited to see these photos of our guests smiling and having a good time. One of our top priorities was making sure that we threw an awesome party. I think we achieved our goal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bfgKmfuNiL8/TXPPrd8IasI/AAAAAAAAE_c/Uhci_--rXto/s1600/aunts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bfgKmfuNiL8/TXPPrd8IasI/AAAAAAAAE_c/Uhci_--rXto/s400/aunts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581032708920339138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfftR2pyZuw/TXPQEnXO7hI/AAAAAAAAFA0/l-Rua84cHJI/s1600/smiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfftR2pyZuw/TXPQEnXO7hI/AAAAAAAAFA0/l-Rua84cHJI/s400/smiles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581033140946660882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sadly, this is one of my signature moves: champagne glass in hand, lips pursed and making a weird face, hands in the air. Despite the fact that I love to dance, I have no rhythm and am usually caught in positions like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rcUOIfb5QSQ/TXPQEl4lKLI/AAAAAAAAFAs/akkVZMUgTkw/s1600/signaturemove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rcUOIfb5QSQ/TXPQEl4lKLI/AAAAAAAAFAs/akkVZMUgTkw/s400/signaturemove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581033140549658802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least in the following photo, I have the excuse that I'm getting down to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stayin&lt;/span&gt;' Alive" by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BeeGees&lt;/span&gt;. I'm also hanging onto the train of my dress because someone stepped on it and ripped it from the back of my gown. So much for thinking I'd be able to sell it to another bride! Right now, my mom has it and she's going to cut some of the lace from the top to save for my hypothetical daughter to wrap around her bouquet on her wedding day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ECKU9uCNXl0/TXPPsE2RgzI/AAAAAAAAE_0/cXcHk9b9ORw/s1600/dressripped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ECKU9uCNXl0/TXPPsE2RgzI/AAAAAAAAE_0/cXcHk9b9ORw/s400/dressripped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581032719364752178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our good friends Mr. V and Mrs. N circulated throughout the dance floor with a Flip video camera. Last week, they surprised us with the most amazing wedding video! Mr. Cool and I didn't hire a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;videographer&lt;/span&gt;, so their video was the best wedding gift we could have asked for.  I've already watched it at least a dozen times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oVx6QdFO-cs/TXPQE2HFGZI/AAAAAAAAFA8/UdAVvSlqTTs/s1600/vishalneha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oVx6QdFO-cs/TXPQE2HFGZI/AAAAAAAAFA8/UdAVvSlqTTs/s400/vishalneha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581033144905439634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the night progressed, the number of antics on the dance floor increased. I love this photo of my cousin and my brother having a "dance off":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9sRF2_-hjc/TXPP8sKdQBI/AAAAAAAAFAM/aehQAehVBlA/s1600/jonathan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9sRF2_-hjc/TXPP8sKdQBI/AAAAAAAAFAM/aehQAehVBlA/s400/jonathan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581033004796297234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this one of Miss D getting down in her cute, polka-dot dress:&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5CkgO_8BkAw/TXPP9EouKII/AAAAAAAAFAc/Oqb0BZoIOTo/s1600/missd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5CkgO_8BkAw/TXPP9EouKII/AAAAAAAAFAc/Oqb0BZoIOTo/s400/missd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581033011365685378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was clear that romance was in the air:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5CkgO_8BkAw/TXPP9EouKII/AAAAAAAAFAc/Oqb0BZoIOTo/s1600/missd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07p2iJBk4bQ/TXPP8yjCBSI/AAAAAAAAFAU/3cfSGu-Dhbo/s1600/mattnatascha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07p2iJBk4bQ/TXPP8yjCBSI/AAAAAAAAFAU/3cfSGu-Dhbo/s400/mattnatascha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581033006509983010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that our guests were smart enough to stay hydrated throughout the evening:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9sRF2_-hjc/TXPP8sKdQBI/AAAAAAAAFAM/aehQAehVBlA/s1600/jonathan.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MbTnpQFaAS0/TXPP8d1-syI/AAAAAAAAFAE/PW73qqK3gWA/s1600/hydrated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MbTnpQFaAS0/TXPP8d1-syI/AAAAAAAAFAE/PW73qqK3gWA/s400/hydrated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581033000952312610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up next, a dance floor surprise that ended up being one of my favorite moments of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photographs by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-6980427811601862153?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/6980427811601862153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-of-our-lives-just-dance.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/6980427811601862153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/6980427811601862153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-of-our-lives-just-dance.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: Just Dance!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PQeMgxdv5A/TXPPr2Ii6qI/AAAAAAAAE_s/ZG3I0kkBJ10/s72-c/danceparty1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-7179113572882673764</id><published>2011-03-02T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T06:26:00.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Color Schemes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receptions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorations'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: First Dance</title><content type='html'>After a delicious meal, it was time for our first dance. Mr. Cool and I were pretty traditional with our song selection and danced to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJOzdLwvTHA"&gt;Ingrid Michaelson's "The Way I Am"&lt;/a&gt;. It was the perfect song for us, since it's short, sweet and the lyrics really do describe our relationship, i.e., mostly Mr. Cool willingness to take me the way I am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that we decided to splurge on a dance floor wash from &lt;a href="http://www.fantasysound.com/"&gt;Fantasy Sound Event Services&lt;/a&gt;! We chose the pattern "In the Thicket" because we loved how the sweeping branches and leaves added a cozy fall touch to the massive Grand Salon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t3Nx3zC-eU8/TWlK-kmuccI/AAAAAAAAE_U/awbUOPTZzoo/s1600/thicket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t3Nx3zC-eU8/TWlK-kmuccI/AAAAAAAAE_U/awbUOPTZzoo/s400/thicket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578072052313518530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The music began, and Mr. Cool and I took the floor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZO4eBlfJoIM/TWlD81qLGDI/AAAAAAAAE-0/-3jIerK5Z7U/s1600/dancing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZO4eBlfJoIM/TWlD81qLGDI/AAAAAAAAE-0/-3jIerK5Z7U/s400/dancing1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578064325950249010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbtPpDXwJ0Q/TWlDxaCCNEI/AAAAAAAAE-k/isbpUoemPwk/s1600/dance3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbtPpDXwJ0Q/TWlDxaCCNEI/AAAAAAAAE-k/isbpUoemPwk/s400/dance3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578064129555575874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At this moment, we were in our own little world. Though we had discussed the possibility of taking dance lessons early on, this idea fell through the cracks as the craziness of the last few months of wedding planning set in. In hindsight, I'm glad that Mr. Cool and I opted to do the "&lt;a href="http://boards.weddingbee.com/topic/how-to-dance-to-dmb-you-038-me"&gt;middle school sway&lt;/a&gt;" as opposed to a choreographed dance. One of the happiest moments of the night was singing the words of our first dance song while my new husband held me in his arms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e46I3NmHF6E/TWlDxAvtEwI/AAAAAAAAE-U/3B5qas0ToR4/s1600/closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e46I3NmHF6E/TWlDxAvtEwI/AAAAAAAAE-U/3B5qas0ToR4/s400/closeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578064122767807234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did throw in one twirl for good measure. I was a bit nervous about this part, but we ended up nailing it!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EY87vMT3QRs/TWlD9QK2ebI/AAAAAAAAE_M/hT224KrLUbo/s1600/twirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EY87vMT3QRs/TWlD9QK2ebI/AAAAAAAAE_M/hT224KrLUbo/s400/twirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578064333066631602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't invite too many little ones to our wedding, but the ones that were there wanted to get in on our first dance, too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CqaUiJw82W0/TWlDxIyM50I/AAAAAAAAE-M/K2nZD9CFzbY/s1600/childdance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CqaUiJw82W0/TWlDxIyM50I/AAAAAAAAE-M/K2nZD9CFzbY/s400/childdance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578064124925765442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the way the dance floor lighting looked as it washed over my wedding gown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68Nqg8bDHIw/TWlD9EkWEbI/AAAAAAAAE_E/0gntLksRwbU/s1600/lightondress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68Nqg8bDHIw/TWlD9EkWEbI/AAAAAAAAE_E/0gntLksRwbU/s400/lightondress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578064329952334258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the short song was over, Mr. Cool and I shared another kiss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iAJkwFBx5Yk/TWlDxl5HbHI/AAAAAAAAE-s/wnIS6PUXkuU/s1600/dancefloorkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iAJkwFBx5Yk/TWlDxl5HbHI/AAAAAAAAE-s/wnIS6PUXkuU/s400/dancefloorkiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578064132739394674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And our friend Jakey, who was also our emcee, asked our guests to join us on the dance floor for the remainder of the evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uAJG4Xtm8Vs/TWlD87KIdjI/AAAAAAAAE-8/CGVEJ6LSF9E/s1600/jakey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uAJG4Xtm8Vs/TWlD87KIdjI/AAAAAAAAE-8/CGVEJ6LSF9E/s400/jakey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578064327426471474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up next, let the wild rumpus begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZO4eBlfJoIM/TWlD81qLGDI/AAAAAAAAE-0/-3jIerK5Z7U/s1600/dancing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*All photographs by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-7179113572882673764?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/7179113572882673764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-of-our-lives-first-dance.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/7179113572882673764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/7179113572882673764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-of-our-lives-first-dance.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: First Dance'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t3Nx3zC-eU8/TWlK-kmuccI/AAAAAAAAE_U/awbUOPTZzoo/s72-c/thicket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-7917728699476378876</id><published>2011-02-28T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T06:33:00.276-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother of the Bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank Yous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Color Schemes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receptions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorations'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: Speeches</title><content type='html'>After our guests completed their &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-introductions-and.html"&gt;first course&lt;/a&gt; and we &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-cake.html"&gt;cut our cake&lt;/a&gt;, it was time for the speeches to begin! While I personally love listening to speeches at weddings, I know that others don't really care for them. Mr. Cool and I decided early on to ask our Best Man, Maid of Honor and parents to keep their speeches short and sweet, and we think it worked out really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, Mr. Cool's Best Man shared some great stories with our guests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EmAqWyS0W7g/TWXP4mpYagI/AAAAAAAAE9w/SnCXQ4K4Jns/s1600/elitoast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EmAqWyS0W7g/TWXP4mpYagI/AAAAAAAAE9w/SnCXQ4K4Jns/s400/elitoast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577092284921965058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He and Mr. Cool have known one another for over 20 years and were college roommates, so he definitely had some tales to tell! My favorite was a story about how Mr. Cool once "yelled at him" for going through the shaving cream too quickly while they were living together. That's my frugal Mr. Cool! As an aside, my husband completely denies that this ever happened. In any event, he laughed hysterically at this story while the best man's wife and I had looks on our faces that said, "um . . . seriously?":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PtljZOje2q8/TWXNi4y0yHI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/CgkuTp5bQ1g/s1600/serious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PtljZOje2q8/TWXNi4y0yHI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/CgkuTp5bQ1g/s400/serious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577089712813033586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next up, it was my cousin/Maid of Honor's turn. She's known me for 27 years (since she was born), so she had even more stories to tell. Thankfully, she kept all of my deep, dark secrets safely tucked away. She said some really sweet words about how she has always admired me, and how she knew Mr. Cool was "the one" the first time she met him. My cousin is the sister I never had. She was also the most spectacular Maid of Honor a girl could ask for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AjVdSDBM0Dc/TWXNiu5Z7aI/AAAAAAAAE9Q/Avoy4e0DBec/s1600/rebeccatoast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AjVdSDBM0Dc/TWXNiu5Z7aI/AAAAAAAAE9Q/Avoy4e0DBec/s400/rebeccatoast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577089710156279202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up next, my mom and Mr. Cool's dad said a few words and thanked everyone for coming and sharing in our wedding day. Our guests listened attentively, as did Mr. Cool and I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjoZl9Jk-G8/TWXNnjgS6OI/AAAAAAAAE9o/hyXa9uy0anU/s1600/guestslisten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjoZl9Jk-G8/TWXNnjgS6OI/AAAAAAAAE9o/hyXa9uy0anU/s400/guestslisten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577089792997517538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DQA5AqTbGrs/TWXNiTeZk7I/AAAAAAAAE9A/xGN0KB4ybvI/s1600/kimsachinspeech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DQA5AqTbGrs/TWXNiTeZk7I/AAAAAAAAE9A/xGN0KB4ybvI/s400/kimsachinspeech.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577089702795252658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;our friend Jakey is in the background of this photo - we asked&lt;br /&gt;her to emcee the wedding, and she did an amazing job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Mr. Cool took the mic and thanked our friends and families for making our day so special. I'll never forget how he thanked me for all of my hard work in planning the details of our wedding, down to the color-coordinated menu cards. At one point he said, "Do you all see how everything matches?  That wasn't an accident!" I love this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ie4qtcKVilY/TWXNjHf20PI/AAAAAAAAE9g/yGyZ0S2a544/s1600/speechkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ie4qtcKVilY/TWXNjHf20PI/AAAAAAAAE9g/yGyZ0S2a544/s400/speechkiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577089716760006898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And with that, it was almost time for our first dance as a married couple! But not before I cleaned my plate . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photographs by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com/"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-7917728699476378876?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/7917728699476378876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-speeches.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/7917728699476378876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/7917728699476378876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-speeches.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: Speeches'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EmAqWyS0W7g/TWXP4mpYagI/AAAAAAAAE9w/SnCXQ4K4Jns/s72-c/elitoast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-620181573759205781</id><published>2011-02-24T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T06:23:00.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cocktail Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother of the Bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Budget-Friendly Tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receptions'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: Cake!</title><content type='html'>Immediately after our grand entrance, Mr. Cool and I cut our cake, which was placed in the middle of the Grand Salon where our reception was held. If you recall, we had ordered a variety of cakes and pies to serve to our guests as part of our &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2009/10/eschewing-wedding-traditions-part-two.html"&gt;dessert buffet&lt;/a&gt;, but we wanted a simple, two-tier cake for the cake-cutting tradition. Luckily, Whole Foods, the store that provided the desserts for our cake and pie buffet, also makes tiered cakes. I have to say that I was beyond impressed with the quality of their work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pH0AnomaFUA/TWMzwoynw3I/AAAAAAAAE7I/dT8_va0tJSc/s1600/cakeflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pH0AnomaFUA/TWMzwoynw3I/AAAAAAAAE7I/dT8_va0tJSc/s400/cakeflowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576357674291282802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whole Foods uses only natural ingredients, including frosting made from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;buttercream&lt;/span&gt; as opposed to fondant. Isn't that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scrollwork&lt;/span&gt; beautiful? Not shabby at all for a budget-friendly, grocery store wedding cake, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i7BURwZXsCM/TWM0Qc3E0tI/AAAAAAAAE8o/xOdMqXJauSU/s1600/tularoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i7BURwZXsCM/TWM0Qc3E0tI/AAAAAAAAE8o/xOdMqXJauSU/s400/tularoman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576358220844552914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Ann Wood cake toppers stood to the side of the cake. My mom mounted the sweetheart birds to a milk glass plate to make them stand up, and we were afraid that the weight of the plate would smash the top tier, so off to the side they stood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice the sunflowers in the top photo that aren't present in the one below? Our Catholic officiant, Father Robert, decided that the cake looked too plain without a topper, so he asked our coordinator to place some flowers on it. Our coordinator checked with me, and we had a good laugh over it before I agreeably authorized the flower placement. I think our cake was beautiful and simple without the sunflowers, but they definitely added a cheery pop of color that looks great in photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IOaZAsfxyqo/TWM0QJvf8oI/AAAAAAAAE8g/qFRimTyd0CQ/s1600/toastingflutes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IOaZAsfxyqo/TWM0QJvf8oI/AAAAAAAAE8g/qFRimTyd0CQ/s400/toastingflutes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576358215712502402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Cool and I made our way over to the cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YdLZ2aRoc04/TWM0CZ_PZiI/AAAAAAAAE74/y1k8s22zx4I/s1600/gettingreadytocut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YdLZ2aRoc04/TWM0CZ_PZiI/AAAAAAAAE74/y1k8s22zx4I/s400/gettingreadytocut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576357979555325474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he reminded me that we were actually supposed to cut it together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WMSTm0uVLQQ/TWMzxfRjVJI/AAAAAAAAE7o/QdgUjvJGX-4/s1600/cutting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WMSTm0uVLQQ/TWMzxfRjVJI/AAAAAAAAE7o/QdgUjvJGX-4/s400/cutting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576357688916530322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next photo is a typical one - Mr. Cool does all the work while Party Planner Gal cheeses for the camera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6BODRM0OwY/TWMzxF7vPdI/AAAAAAAAE7g/DbHmIYkY_-E/s1600/cutcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6BODRM0OwY/TWMzxF7vPdI/AAAAAAAAE7g/DbHmIYkY_-E/s400/cutcake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576357682114149842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No forks or knives for us! Because we're classy like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tSbCAB6AJ4w/TWM0CrKfmKI/AAAAAAAAE8A/cETP-g_P-zk/s1600/grabcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tSbCAB6AJ4w/TWM0CrKfmKI/AAAAAAAAE8A/cETP-g_P-zk/s400/grabcake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576357984165927074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Open wide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NK6LMuzRlQI/TWM0CHllL-I/AAAAAAAAE7w/Uh47U2ecXbo/s1600/feedcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NK6LMuzRlQI/TWM0CHllL-I/AAAAAAAAE7w/Uh47U2ecXbo/s400/feedcake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576357974615863266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We washed the dark chocolate cake with raspberry filling down with some delicious Ruby Hill sparkling wine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jMI9p9trW9Q/TWMzw2cyYsI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/WaLlnsbJl_s/s1600/caketoast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jMI9p9trW9Q/TWMzw2cyYsI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/WaLlnsbJl_s/s400/caketoast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576357677957800642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I laughed hysterically while Mr. Cool finished his glass:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lAuAI1IuGQ4/TWM0C4VcQnI/AAAAAAAAE8I/ljkYMYvJyDc/s1600/laughingcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lAuAI1IuGQ4/TWM0C4VcQnI/AAAAAAAAE8I/ljkYMYvJyDc/s400/laughingcake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576357987701506674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then we shared a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cakey&lt;/span&gt; kiss:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jMI9p9trW9Q/TWMzw2cyYsI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/WaLlnsbJl_s/s1600/caketoast.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-onmuVfwnvE8/TWMzwno_jZI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/RTbWglH9v04/s1600/cakekiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-onmuVfwnvE8/TWMzwno_jZI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/RTbWglH9v04/s400/cakekiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576357673982463378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up next, we settle in for some heartfelt speeches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photographs by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-620181573759205781?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/620181573759205781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-cake.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/620181573759205781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/620181573759205781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-cake.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: Cake!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pH0AnomaFUA/TWMzwoynw3I/AAAAAAAAE7I/dT8_va0tJSc/s72-c/cakeflowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-8672233319410502560</id><published>2011-02-23T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T17:08:11.249-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Featured'/><title type='text'>Featured!</title><content type='html'>Hi ladies (and gents if you're out there)! Heather aka &lt;a href="http://bicoastalbrideblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bicoastal Bride&lt;/a&gt; was nice enough to feature our wedding on &lt;a href="http://blog.weddzilla.com/"&gt;Weddzilla&lt;/a&gt; this morning! If you haven't checked out the site, it's filled with fun stories and tips from real brides, as well as blog posts and a new "real weddings" feature.&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/-6kA2tAV1syk/TWWtreexCZI/AAAAAAAAE84/Tw9TYlbYaaw/s1600/logo_weddzilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 76px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6kA2tAV1syk/TWWtreexCZI/AAAAAAAAE84/Tw9TYlbYaaw/s400/logo_weddzilla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577054675996314002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.weddzilla.com/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel so honored that Heather selected our wedding as one she wanted to feature on the Weddzilla blog. Feel free to check out the story &lt;a href="http://blog.weddzilla.com/topics/real-weddings/real-wedding-wednesday-rustic-vintage-glam%E2%80%A6with-an-eastern-twist/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. To entice you a bit more, the post includes a photo or two that I haven't yet posted on this blog. Enjoy! And thanks again, Heather, for allowing me to contribute to such a great website and resource for brides.&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/6645079444505997747-8672233319410502560?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8672233319410502560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/featured.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8672233319410502560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8672233319410502560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/featured.html' title='Featured!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6kA2tAV1syk/TWWtreexCZI/AAAAAAAAE84/Tw9TYlbYaaw/s72-c/logo_weddzilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-8978545919254875836</id><published>2011-02-22T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T06:58:03.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cocktail Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receptions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Traditions'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: Introductions and Dinner</title><content type='html'>Allow the recaps to recommence! When we left off, our guests were enjoying our &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-cocktail-hour.html"&gt;cocktail hour&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-photo-kiosk-fun.html"&gt;photo kiosk&lt;/a&gt;. Before we knew it, the cocktail hour had come to an end and our coordinator prepared us for our grand entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXOc8XfTK_Y/TWLHYiIYwAI/AAAAAAAAE5s/mbT3M7ZehcI/s1600/liningup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXOc8XfTK_Y/TWLHYiIYwAI/AAAAAAAAE5s/mbT3M7ZehcI/s400/liningup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576238512930865154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the bridal party, lined up and ready to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridal party and Mr. Cool and I entered the reception to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkLL7JdnIk0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;INXS&lt;/span&gt;' "Need You Tonight."&lt;/a&gt; We chose this fun, upbeat song to let our guests know that it was time to get this party started! Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt; and Mr. P entered first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWOdJTMskvM/TWLGodKwlqI/AAAAAAAAE5U/N-F8OEGH9ak/s1600/preeyabailor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWOdJTMskvM/TWLGodKwlqI/AAAAAAAAE5U/N-F8OEGH9ak/s400/preeyabailor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576237686964917922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Followed by Miss P and Mr. B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LFPlMwAhhHU/TWLGnwBkdmI/AAAAAAAAE5M/8RIV9NkYtWY/s1600/piperbaylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LFPlMwAhhHU/TWLGnwBkdmI/AAAAAAAAE5M/8RIV9NkYtWY/s400/piperbaylor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576237674846778978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, Mrs. O and Mr. W danced their way through the Grand Salon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pfZmLKOrX2M/TWLGnjSMp2I/AAAAAAAAE5E/E5trUtUJ_PY/s1600/jackiewes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pfZmLKOrX2M/TWLGnjSMp2I/AAAAAAAAE5E/E5trUtUJ_PY/s400/jackiewes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576237671426860898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Mrs. S and Mr. R found their way through the sea of tables:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IBJkzcaD01o/TWLGnSdvQ9I/AAAAAAAAE48/pah3F9b2If0/s1600/cynthiaryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IBJkzcaD01o/TWLGnSdvQ9I/AAAAAAAAE48/pah3F9b2If0/s400/cynthiaryan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576237666911863762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, it was my cousin/Maid of Honor and best man Mr. E's turn to enter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YnCx-oqQ0EI/TWLHYxFKkpI/AAAAAAAAE50/qUlEnR6hzt8/s1600/rebeccaeli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YnCx-oqQ0EI/TWLHYxFKkpI/AAAAAAAAE50/qUlEnR6hzt8/s400/rebeccaeli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576238516943884946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, Mr. Cool and I were introduced for the first time as husband and wife. This was a really exciting and happy moment for us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-3ZNx1bTUM/TWLHYQR46zI/AAAAAAAAE5k/cm2BfWbPi28/s1600/kimsachin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-3ZNx1bTUM/TWLHYQR46zI/AAAAAAAAE5k/cm2BfWbPi28/s400/kimsachin2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576238508138883890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Cool greeted a few guests as we made our way to our head table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HuuvLgdYqE/TWLHYPvArcI/AAAAAAAAE5c/mAI5F2ReaRg/s1600/kimsachin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HuuvLgdYqE/TWLHYPvArcI/AAAAAAAAE5c/mAI5F2ReaRg/s400/kimsachin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576238507992591810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, it was time to eat! By the time we sat down, our guests already had their first course of lentils, rice and chutney in front of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mGnuMV1wXYw/TWLMRUsIqII/AAAAAAAAE6E/kb4gPM2LNwU/s1600/firstcourse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mGnuMV1wXYw/TWLMRUsIqII/AAAAAAAAE6E/kb4gPM2LNwU/s400/firstcourse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576243886621763714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This course was followed by the main dishes of pomegranate chicken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-an_Z0JBUDjY/TWLMRBv1yPI/AAAAAAAAE58/QPbw_E1lZi4/s1600/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-an_Z0JBUDjY/TWLMRBv1yPI/AAAAAAAAE58/QPbw_E1lZi4/s400/chicken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576243881537030386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lebanese lamb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kibbeh&lt;/span&gt; served with yogurt sauce:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3UM00GbdNc/TWLMR_Ew1CI/AAAAAAAAE6M/piD9cyhHNRM/s1600/kibbeh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3UM00GbdNc/TWLMR_Ew1CI/AAAAAAAAE6M/piD9cyhHNRM/s400/kibbeh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576243897999348770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And various Indian dishes such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;raita&lt;/span&gt; and sweet yogurt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shrikundh&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G-R5pxC4PTM/TWLNm2vP5zI/AAAAAAAAE64/iSZIsedcycE/s1600/raita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G-R5pxC4PTM/TWLNm2vP5zI/AAAAAAAAE64/iSZIsedcycE/s400/raita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576245356050507570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guest photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potato onion "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;baji&lt;/span&gt;":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PaT26NpoZKQ/TWLNndiSo1I/AAAAAAAAE7A/Miq-aPBOf7g/s1600/baji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PaT26NpoZKQ/TWLNndiSo1I/AAAAAAAAE7A/Miq-aPBOf7g/s400/baji.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576245366465143634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guest photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And rice pilaf ("&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pulao&lt;/span&gt;"):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-_st2acN04/TWLNmowXT8I/AAAAAAAAE6w/pBqmnayDefw/s1600/pulao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-_st2acN04/TWLNmowXT8I/AAAAAAAAE6w/pBqmnayDefw/s400/pulao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576245352297091010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guest photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We placed three of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt; menu cards at each table so that guests could read the descriptions of the food together. Our goal was to encourage interaction amongst our guests and get them excited about trying dishes that may not have been familiar to them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hbym74uBBtE/TWLNmHzOz7I/AAAAAAAAE6o/Tzc0Dv8vHiI/s1600/menu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hbym74uBBtE/TWLNmHzOz7I/AAAAAAAAE6o/Tzc0Dv8vHiI/s400/menu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576245343450746802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guest photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh look! I spy one of our signature cocktails with a green and white paper straw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xrJsbi-UmQY/TWLMSPbpgkI/AAAAAAAAE6U/KfvTYjC_WEA/s1600/signaturecocktail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xrJsbi-UmQY/TWLMSPbpgkI/AAAAAAAAE6U/KfvTYjC_WEA/s400/signaturecocktail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576243902390305346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm happy to report that I ate everything that was placed on my plate at our wedding. Our coordinator was kind enough to prepare plates for Mr. Cool and I, and I loved eating every last bite, even though I was too giddy to feel hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received a ton of compliments on our food, and my boss even went so far to say that it was the best meal he ever had at a wedding. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! I was admittedly nervous that the food we served deviated quite a bit from standard wedding fare, but in the end, we served a unique meal that most of our guests truly enjoyed. It was also amazing that &lt;a href="http://www.casarealevents.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt; Real&lt;/a&gt; and our caterers, &lt;a href="http://www.cafelamed.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LaMediterranee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.rajasweets.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Raja&lt;/span&gt; Sweets&lt;/a&gt;, worked with us to present a family-style meal to our guests. This was very important to Mr. Cool and I, and it came together flawlessly at our wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next, our cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Unless otherwise noted, all photographs by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com/"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6645079444505997747-8978545919254875836?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8978545919254875836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-introductions-and.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8978545919254875836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8978545919254875836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-introductions-and.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: Introductions and Dinner'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXOc8XfTK_Y/TWLHYiIYwAI/AAAAAAAAE5s/mbT3M7ZehcI/s72-c/liningup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-8223952171275956300</id><published>2011-02-18T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T06:31:00.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engagement Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Friday'/><title type='text'>Happy Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGavQnWW31s/TV38RaoS9PI/AAAAAAAAE4c/wRiZCAAYlGY/s1600/beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGavQnWW31s/TV38RaoS9PI/AAAAAAAAE4c/wRiZCAAYlGY/s400/beer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574889289890854130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://laughingsquid.com/strong-beer-month-2010-in-san-francisco/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After an entire week of non-stop rain, I'm excited for the sun to come out to play in time for the long weekend! Tomorrow, I'm headed down to the Peninsula for a return acupuncture appointment with Miss D. On Saturday night, Mr. Cool and I will attend an engagement party in the South Bay. There are going to be a ton of people there, and I'm really excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Mr. Cool and I will join Miss P for drinks at &lt;a href="http://www.magnoliapub.com/index.html"&gt;Magnolia&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a href="http://laughingsquid.com/strong-beer-month-2010-in-san-francisco/"&gt;San Francisco's Strong Beer Month&lt;/a&gt;. Monday will (hopefully) be all about relaxing before the start of the short work week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday, everyone! What are your plans for the long weekend?&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/6645079444505997747-8223952171275956300?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8223952171275956300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-friday_18.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8223952171275956300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8223952171275956300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-friday_18.html' title='Happy Friday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGavQnWW31s/TV38RaoS9PI/AAAAAAAAE4c/wRiZCAAYlGY/s72-c/beer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-8533508000621664177</id><published>2011-02-16T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T06:48:52.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cocktail Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bathroom Baskets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Color Schemes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorations'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: The Details, Part Three (Our Reception)</title><content type='html'>For my final installment of detail shots, I'll be showcasing photographs from our reception as well as some miscellaneous details from our wedding day. As always, the link to the original inspiration or DIY post appears below the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, welcome to our wedding reception, as told through beautiful photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxB0NAP66Do/TVlFB1ouCmI/AAAAAAAAE2g/JrgqNT2mNQ0/s1600/bouquet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxB0NAP66Do/TVlFB1ouCmI/AAAAAAAAE2g/JrgqNT2mNQ0/s400/bouquet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573561911727753826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cgCHC1PQnCU/TVlFBlBBWII/AAAAAAAAE2Y/0Oi5-5arfbU/s1600/bmbouquet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cgCHC1PQnCU/TVlFBlBBWII/AAAAAAAAE2Y/0Oi5-5arfbU/s400/bmbouquet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573561907266279554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-pretty-flowers-part-one-bridal.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my beautiful sunflower bouquet and bridesmaid bouquet by Diablo Valley Florist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EyFQScuq6y0/TVlFWmO958I/AAAAAAAAE3I/jF3bpGeiasc/s1600/photoboothsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EyFQScuq6y0/TVlFWmO958I/AAAAAAAAE3I/jF3bpGeiasc/s400/photoboothsign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573562268370462658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HMxBRB1SUBQ/TVlFXhXf1sI/AAAAAAAAE3Q/RNlN2A8Hifw/s1600/props.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HMxBRB1SUBQ/TVlFXhXf1sI/AAAAAAAAE3Q/RNlN2A8Hifw/s400/props.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573562284243932866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/07/adventures-in-photobooths-part-two.html"&gt;vintage-inspired sign and props&lt;/a&gt; for our &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/07/adventures-in-photobooths-part-one.html"&gt;Fotomio photo kiosk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3oRFCW4uz0/TVlFV_ojEyI/AAAAAAAAE2w/ktYGY2ipdq4/s1600/escortcards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3oRFCW4uz0/TVlFV_ojEyI/AAAAAAAAE2w/ktYGY2ipdq4/s400/escortcards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573562258008773410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/10/week-of-wedding-escort-cards-and.html"&gt;DIY escort cards on a corkboard display&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/-0z5lKv0LSk8/TVlFjEYujyI/AAAAAAAAE3o/dQ123XJ1MhM/s1600/tablenumber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0z5lKv0LSk8/TVlFjEYujyI/AAAAAAAAE3o/dQ123XJ1MhM/s400/tablenumber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573562482622893858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/07/table-numbers.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DIY table numbers in shabby-chic frames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ICfldLxidqw/TVlFBEufO6I/AAAAAAAAE2Q/NGLlR2b2SjY/s1600/bathroombasket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ICfldLxidqw/TVlFBEufO6I/AAAAAAAAE2Q/NGLlR2b2SjY/s400/bathroombasket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573561898598611874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-bathroom.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bathroom baskets stocked with necessities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FIx-drm2HPs/TVthKZIcwVI/AAAAAAAAE4A/sMFgxEKfL18/s1600/parentswedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FIx-drm2HPs/TVthKZIcwVI/AAAAAAAAE4A/sMFgxEKfL18/s400/parentswedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574155794974032210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7yPA9-9rFc/TVlFWWP05oI/AAAAAAAAE3A/ZlJkda22Fb8/s1600/momdad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7yPA9-9rFc/TVlFWWP05oI/AAAAAAAAE3A/ZlJkda22Fb8/s400/momdad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573562264079099522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vintage photos from our parents' weddings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Skm08JALraY/TVlFCAxYr0I/AAAAAAAAE2o/XVPygYBaPkU/s1600/centerpiece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Skm08JALraY/TVlFCAxYr0I/AAAAAAAAE2o/XVPygYBaPkU/s400/centerpiece.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573561914716892994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/08/centerpiece-success.html"&gt;our beautiful centerpieces, also by Diablo Valley Florist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ju9ATYvqYck/TVlFi97riDI/AAAAAAAAE3g/qk55l1nXXIw/s1600/receptionroom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ju9ATYvqYck/TVlFi97riDI/AAAAAAAAE3g/qk55l1nXXIw/s400/receptionroom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573562480890447922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xSUNxwT6JtE/TVlFidXVIeI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/6orfGk2Ya6w/s1600/receptionroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xSUNxwT6JtE/TVlFidXVIeI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/6orfGk2Ya6w/s400/receptionroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573562472148050402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bso2uvmyLjg/TVthKFcju-I/AAAAAAAAE34/H3qDW15GWQc/s1600/receptionroom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bso2uvmyLjg/TVthKFcju-I/AAAAAAAAE34/H3qDW15GWQc/s400/receptionroom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574155789689666530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HMxBRB1SUBQ/TVlFXhXf1sI/AAAAAAAAE3Q/RNlN2A8Hifw/s1600/props.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IpNFjjm3EE0/TVthJ_cI73I/AAAAAAAAE3w/IAgtWwIuHzQ/s1600/receptionroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IpNFjjm3EE0/TVthJ_cI73I/AAAAAAAAE3w/IAgtWwIuHzQ/s400/receptionroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574155788077297522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a few shots of our reception room, all set up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/-4hGxGJQa-EI/TVlFWCvsg2I/AAAAAAAAE24/rQCAfIGoAr8/s1600/favor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4hGxGJQa-EI/TVlFWCvsg2I/AAAAAAAAE24/rQCAfIGoAr8/s400/favor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573562258844058466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/08/like-kids-in-candy-store.html"&gt;Ghirardelli chocolate favors&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-you-do-me-favor.html"&gt;hand-stamped muslin bags&lt;/a&gt; dressed up with &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/04/dressing-up-our-favors.html"&gt;tags&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/-VW9AKImXeuw/TVlFA6MTCyI/AAAAAAAAE2I/JMy0reqV_gU/s1600/annwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VW9AKImXeuw/TVlFA6MTCyI/AAAAAAAAE2I/JMy0reqV_gU/s400/annwood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573561895770852130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and last, but not least, our lovely &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2009/10/tweet-tweet.html"&gt;Ann Wood Sweethearts cake topper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that concludes my series on detail shots! I have to admit that these recaps were the ones I've looked forward to writing the most. Even though Mr. Cool and I have been married for almost four months, I can't help but continue to drool over gorgeous detail shots in the wedding blogosphere. Honestly, I'm not sure if I'll ever stop! Looking at wedding inspiration is my daily dose of happy juice, and I'm not ready to part with it quite yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next, introductions and dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you still enamored with wedding inspiration even though your wedding is over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* All photographs by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&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/6645079444505997747-8533508000621664177?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8533508000621664177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-details-part-three.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8533508000621664177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8533508000621664177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-details-part-three.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: The Details, Part Three (Our Reception)'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxB0NAP66Do/TVlFB1ouCmI/AAAAAAAAE2g/JrgqNT2mNQ0/s72-c/bouquet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-7967865979474700743</id><published>2011-02-14T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T06:20:00.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invitations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceremonies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Color Schemes'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: The Details, Part Two (Our Ceremonies)</title><content type='html'>Today I'll be sharing a few of my favorite detail shots from our Catholic and Hindu ceremonies, as well as some professional photos of our invitations. Just like &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-details-part-one.html"&gt;last time&lt;/a&gt;, the links to the original inspiration or DIY post appear underneath the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the look and feel of our invitations and ceremonies, as told through detail shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXK5CnuGt3I/TVSsU6SF4yI/AAAAAAAAE0U/VkExyIe09nk/s1600/inviteenvelope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXK5CnuGt3I/TVSsU6SF4yI/AAAAAAAAE0U/VkExyIe09nk/s400/inviteenvelope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572268114206647074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P1EqCe6M9iU/TVSsVTOV0aI/AAAAAAAAE0c/YylXexnYb2k/s1600/inviteopen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P1EqCe6M9iU/TVSsVTOV0aI/AAAAAAAAE0c/YylXexnYb2k/s400/inviteopen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572268120901800354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/07/suite-reveal.html"&gt;DIY invitations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jKBdIgW8RcA/TVSsVxmpEjI/AAAAAAAAE0s/-1U2liP1CG4/s1600/locket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jKBdIgW8RcA/TVSsVxmpEjI/AAAAAAAAE0s/-1U2liP1CG4/s400/locket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572268129056789042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/09/somethings.html"&gt;"something old"&lt;/a&gt; bouquet locket with my dad's picture inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aUqa9Dt2QI8/TVSs67wqmXI/AAAAAAAAE1U/xotKzURzzYY/s1600/rangoli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aUqa9Dt2QI8/TVSs67wqmXI/AAAAAAAAE1U/xotKzURzzYY/s400/rangoli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572268767438346610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rangoli design in the entry hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wfFfn1J-25A/TVSsWd7mB1I/AAAAAAAAE00/K1InEBqLBa0/s1600/manzanita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wfFfn1J-25A/TVSsWd7mB1I/AAAAAAAAE00/K1InEBqLBa0/s400/manzanita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572268140955830098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;manzanita and candle arrangement, also in the entry hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVSsAndqtqI/AAAAAAAAEz8/enyeuEZ0irg/s1600/guestbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVSsAndqtqI/AAAAAAAAEz8/enyeuEZ0irg/s400/guestbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572267765557540514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;our &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-travel-themed-guest-book-part-one.html"&gt;travel-themed guest book&lt;/a&gt; table set-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NsC3F6mM0cg/TVSsBICHBbI/AAAAAAAAE0E/8xApwdTpLBs/s1600/guestbookinaction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NsC3F6mM0cg/TVSsBICHBbI/AAAAAAAAE0E/8xApwdTpLBs/s400/guestbookinaction.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572267774300325298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;proof that our guests made good use of the &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-travel-themed-guest-book-part-two.html"&gt;shipping tags&lt;/a&gt; to leave us wedding wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5EzZhD_wZxw/TVSsAeZbMxI/AAAAAAAAEz0/DRMcAGZa6uE/s1600/cardbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5EzZhD_wZxw/TVSsAeZbMxI/AAAAAAAAEz0/DRMcAGZa6uE/s400/cardbox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572267763123827474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;our vintage birdcage &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2009/12/house-of-cards.html"&gt;card holder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obwemnX0f1E/TVSsVhsm0zI/AAAAAAAAE0k/vdYJgMEocW0/s1600/litwall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obwemnX0f1E/TVSsVhsm0zI/AAAAAAAAE0k/vdYJgMEocW0/s400/litwall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572268124786840370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/09/luxury-lighting.html"&gt;beautifully lit&lt;/a&gt; ceremony space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8LCIUn6zoZA/TVSr_9zAv4I/AAAAAAAAEzs/Gzwah9Pj9UA/s1600/candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8LCIUn6zoZA/TVSr_9zAv4I/AAAAAAAAEzs/Gzwah9Pj9UA/s400/candles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572267754372775810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-this-wedding.html"&gt;candles&lt;/a&gt; on the mantle added additional warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVSs6o1Wb8I/AAAAAAAAE1M/YPMevBAA9gw/s1600/programbasket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVSs6o1Wb8I/AAAAAAAAE1M/YPMevBAA9gw/s400/programbasket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572268762357723074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/10/week-of-wedding-programs-and-weather.html"&gt;DIY programs&lt;/a&gt; explained the significance of rituals performed in both ceremonies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/-WLERe9RbqoU/TVSs7EstSOI/AAAAAAAAE1c/JuRtgBU2btg/s1600/unitycandle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLERe9RbqoU/TVSs7EstSOI/AAAAAAAAE1c/JuRtgBU2btg/s400/unitycandle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572268769837664482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;part of our DIY &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/06/unity.html"&gt;unity candle set&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVSs6HPtfwI/AAAAAAAAE1E/AtHt3R_G5uM/s1600/pomander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVSs6HPtfwI/AAAAAAAAE1E/AtHt3R_G5uM/s400/pomander.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572268753341480706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-pretty-flowers-part-three-ceremony.html"&gt;moss ball pomanders&lt;/a&gt; lining the aisle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVSs5lMRvjI/AAAAAAAAE08/-0oY17XdoMM/s1600/petalcones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVSs5lMRvjI/AAAAAAAAE08/-0oY17XdoMM/s400/petalcones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572268744200273458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DIY &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/08/diy-petal-cones-for-our-hindu-ceremony.html"&gt;sheet music petal cones&lt;/a&gt; filled with yellow rose petals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aUqa9Dt2QI8/TVSs67wqmXI/AAAAAAAAE1U/xotKzURzzYY/s1600/rangoli.jpg"&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVSs6o1Wb8I/AAAAAAAAE1M/YPMevBAA9gw/s1600/programbasket.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9kjVs23b30U/TVSsBbfvOxI/AAAAAAAAE0M/NieQxR9ymhc/s1600/hinduflame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9kjVs23b30U/TVSsBbfvOxI/AAAAAAAAE0M/NieQxR9ymhc/s400/hinduflame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572267779524868882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an offering during our Hindu ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I said it last week and I'll say it again: while none of these details were absolutely necessary, they truly made our wedding special and unique. Mr. Cool and I poured a lot of ourselves into planning and creating these details, and it felt so good to see it all come together. These gorgeous photos have me even further convinced that the end result was well worth our blood, sweat and tears.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm sure Mr. Cool will disagree with me on this point!&lt;br /&gt;**All photographs by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com/"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&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/6645079444505997747-7967865979474700743?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/7967865979474700743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-details-part-two-our.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/7967865979474700743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/7967865979474700743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-details-part-two-our.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: The Details, Part Two (Our Ceremonies)'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXK5CnuGt3I/TVSsU6SF4yI/AAAAAAAAE0U/VkExyIe09nk/s72-c/inviteenvelope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-4320095256576034208</id><published>2011-02-11T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T06:31:01.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XSJY4iDcpU/TVTBZ5LEUhI/AAAAAAAAE1k/pIh2QKkdq8M/s1600/vday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XSJY4iDcpU/TVTBZ5LEUhI/AAAAAAAAE1k/pIh2QKkdq8M/s400/vday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572291289552278034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kwernerdesign.com/blog/2009/01/kwernerdesign-cards-on-etsy.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How adorable are these Valentine's Day cards? I wish I could say that I had time to whip up some of these babies before Monday, but it's shaping up to be a fun-filled (and packed) weekend that won't leave much time for crafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm headed to Crissy Field to celebrate a good friend's 30th birthday. The forecast is calling for clear skies, and I'm looking forward to eating good food and playing some lawn games. On Sunday, Mr. Cool and I are going on a hike with Bridesmaid Miss P at &lt;a href="http://www.parks.ca.gov/?page_id=523"&gt;Ano Nuevo State Park&lt;/a&gt;. We should see some elephant seals, and I'm really excited about that! Otherwise, I hope to go grocery shopping so that I can whip up a couple of &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/ghirardelli-individual-chocolate-lava-cakes/Detail.aspx"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; on Monday night for Valentine's Day dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday, everyone! What are your V-Day weekend plans?&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/6645079444505997747-4320095256576034208?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/4320095256576034208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-friday_11.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/4320095256576034208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/4320095256576034208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-friday_11.html' title='Happy Friday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XSJY4iDcpU/TVTBZ5LEUhI/AAAAAAAAE1k/pIh2QKkdq8M/s72-c/vday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-5567595943803715775</id><published>2011-02-10T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T07:09:21.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother of the Bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Product Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Color Schemes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: The Details, Part One (Attire and Accessories)</title><content type='html'>I &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-all-in-details.html"&gt;previously&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-all-in-details-part-two.html"&gt;blogged&lt;/a&gt; (twice!) about my undying love for detail shots, so it should come as no surprise that I was over-the-moon ecstatic when our &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com/"&gt;photographer&lt;/a&gt; provided us with an album of over 300 detail photos from our wedding day. I'm excited to report that she didn't miss a single shot from my admittedly extensive "must-have" list. It definitely helps if your photog reads you blog every day like mine did. Thanks, Paige! And big congrats to her and her fiance Michal, who are tying the knot this coming April in Denmark :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since a lot of these photos feature topics or inspiration previously addressed on my blog, I've placed links to the original posts beneath them. And now, please allow me to present the first installment of a series of posts I have been waiting to write since the moment I fell in love with &lt;a href="http://www.stylemepretty.com/"&gt;Style Me Pretty&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.snippetandink.com/"&gt;Snippet &amp;amp; Ink&lt;/a&gt; and every other website that has provided me with my daily dose of wedding eye candy for the past 19 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're ready for some serious attire and accessories overload. From here on out, I'll let our gorgeous photos do (most of) the talking!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVNrJoEq1wI/AAAAAAAAEzM/pNx6n6DK0Qw/s1600/hanger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVNrJoEq1wI/AAAAAAAAEzM/pNx6n6DK0Qw/s400/hanger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571914977107433218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/05/jumping-on-personalized-hanger.html"&gt;personalized hangers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VgfpsnV6k2w/TVNqSmkGdZI/AAAAAAAAEyM/nWssS887qKM/s1600/BMdresses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VgfpsnV6k2w/TVNqSmkGdZI/AAAAAAAAEyM/nWssS887qKM/s400/BMdresses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571914031809590674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2009/10/eschewing-wedding-traditions-part-one.html"&gt;mismatched bridesmaid dresses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVNqS8H8K1I/AAAAAAAAEyU/B_OHQBpRL6I/s1600/BMjewelry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVNqS8H8K1I/AAAAAAAAEyU/B_OHQBpRL6I/s400/BMjewelry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571914037597055826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-bling-for-maids.html"&gt;peridot swarovski crystal necklaces and earrings made by my aunt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oq0TujhT7-0/TVNqTS1Y0lI/AAAAAAAAEyk/D662cD5iVCc/s1600/dresswithprogram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oq0TujhT7-0/TVNqTS1Y0lI/AAAAAAAAEyk/D662cD5iVCc/s400/dresswithprogram.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571914043693257298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2009/11/gown-shopping-part-three-now-were.html"&gt;at&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-i-just-found-out-my-gowns-not-coming.html"&gt;long&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/05/update-on-situation.html"&gt;last&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/06/adventures-in-muslin-gown-fittings.html"&gt;my wedding gown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVNqTsiPPCI/AAAAAAAAEys/KGQhS4qy0jc/s1600/fascinator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVNqTsiPPCI/AAAAAAAAEys/KGQhS4qy0jc/s400/fascinator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571914050592259106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/09/hair-trial-recap.html"&gt;fascinator&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/03/be-jeweled.html"&gt;earrings&lt;/a&gt;, purchased from etsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVNrTWmXZSI/AAAAAAAAEzc/8JnWYOByf3M/s1600/shoeshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVNrTWmXZSI/AAAAAAAAEzc/8JnWYOByf3M/s400/shoeshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571915144215618850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-my-my-my-my-boogie-shoes.html"&gt;green patent leather shoes &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/07/dressing-groom.html"&gt;yellow argyle socks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVNqTMjsibI/AAAAAAAAEyc/vOMZaaAzwVk/s1600/bmshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVNqTMjsibI/AAAAAAAAEyc/vOMZaaAzwVk/s400/bmshoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571914042008439218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-heeled.html"&gt;matching shoes&lt;/a&gt; for my lovely bridesmaids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVNrIQw2l5I/AAAAAAAAEy0/Okd7L5u2JU0/s1600/GMBouts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVNrIQw2l5I/AAAAAAAAEy0/Okd7L5u2JU0/s400/GMBouts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571914953670432658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2009/12/dressing-gents-part-three-boutonniere.html"&gt;bouts&lt;/a&gt; for the handsome groomsmen, also from etsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVNrJFmItxI/AAAAAAAAEzE/tP-RN1q45iI/s1600/groomstie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVNrJFmItxI/AAAAAAAAEzE/tP-RN1q45iI/s400/groomstie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571914967852562194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Cool's &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2009/11/dressing-gents-part-two-its-starting-to.html"&gt;green tie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.thetiebar.com/"&gt;The Tie Bar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVNrIqStEsI/AAAAAAAAEy8/Ri6KW2w9D2I/s1600/greenlinks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVNrIqStEsI/AAAAAAAAEy8/Ri6KW2w9D2I/s400/greenlinks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571914960523301570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/06/gifting-my-groom.html"&gt;green circuitboard cufflinks&lt;/a&gt; (yet again, from etsy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVNrJ9arSgI/AAAAAAAAEzU/ItxyF707HsM/s1600/henna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVNrJ9arSgI/AAAAAAAAEzU/ItxyF707HsM/s400/henna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571914982836881922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my momma's lovely henna from Mr. Cool's parents' party the night before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVN1ZFgOQLI/AAAAAAAAEzk/DtmnlH9boWM/s1600/borrowed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVN1ZFgOQLI/AAAAAAAAEzk/DtmnlH9boWM/s400/borrowed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571926237821943986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and my &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/09/somethings.html"&gt;"something borrowed"&lt;/a&gt; green rhinestone brooch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While none of these details were necessary, they certainly added an element of cohesiveness to our wedding party. More important, I'll never forget the selflessness of my aunt for handmaking five sets of gorgeous jewelry for my bridesmaids. Nor will I ever take for granted how amazing it was to work with etsy seller &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/ericacavanagh"&gt;Erica Cavanaugh&lt;/a&gt;, who designed and created the unique boutonnieres for the male members of our bridal party. Each of these photos bring back memories of the most enjoyable aspects of the wedding planning journey - for me, those include searching for inspiration, narrowing down the multitude of choices and zeroing in on the details that would truly bring my and Mr. Cool's vision to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next, details from our two ceremonies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photos by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com/"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&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/6645079444505997747-5567595943803715775?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/5567595943803715775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-details-part-one.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/5567595943803715775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/5567595943803715775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-details-part-one.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: The Details, Part One (Attire and Accessories)'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVNrJoEq1wI/AAAAAAAAEzM/pNx6n6DK0Qw/s72-c/hanger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-8335630891579000113</id><published>2011-02-08T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T06:19:00.635-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cocktail Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Officiants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Budget-Friendly Tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Product Review'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: Photo Kiosk Fun</title><content type='html'>I meant to post this earlier today, but Mr. Cool and I were on the go all weekend and Sunday was Super Bowl Sunday, so it just didn’t happen. No matter, because I am back tonight with a ton of photos from one of my favorite parts of our wedding: our &lt;a href="http://www.fotomio.com/"&gt;Fotomio&lt;/a&gt; photo kiosk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our wedding was over, Mr. Cool and I agreed that the photo kiosk was one of the best wedding-related expenditures we made. Our guests loved it, we loved it and Fotomio gave us a ton of leeway to customize our photo kiosk with our own custom backdrop and vintage-inspired props. But enough blabbing . . . time for some serious photo overload!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our DIY “Photobooth” sign placed on a small table holding the props in the entry hall pointed guests in the right direction. I have no idea where all the props went! This photo must have been taken toward the end of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVC4Cw-1PLI/AAAAAAAAEyE/U9LLKxUl2RQ/s1600/photoboothsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVC4Cw-1PLI/AAAAAAAAEyE/U9LLKxUl2RQ/s400/photoboothsign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571155096704990386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photo by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com/"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our guests took nice photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVB-o1KQ4zI/AAAAAAAAEx0/Ny5PkZfy0SE/s1600/unclemike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571091978987299634" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVB-o1KQ4zI/AAAAAAAAEx0/Ny5PkZfy0SE/s400/unclemike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVB-syDEYlI/AAAAAAAAEx8/gpFJokzocTw/s1600/mrsathe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571092046871290450" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVB-syDEYlI/AAAAAAAAEx8/gpFJokzocTw/s400/mrsathe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Do you recognize our officiant, Mr. Sathe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8WMmgWfI/AAAAAAAAEv0/slr8tjsvj0U/s1600/lizvjeff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571019091094821362" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8WMmgWfI/AAAAAAAAEv0/slr8tjsvj0U/s400/lizvjeff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While others went crazy with the props!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA88B9R-cI/AAAAAAAAExk/QrD3-j_BYW8/s1600/UCSD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571019741072587202" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA88B9R-cI/AAAAAAAAExk/QrD3-j_BYW8/s400/UCSD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA87nU3SyI/AAAAAAAAExU/RGCPfeIsSbo/s1600/sachinsparentsfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571019733923744546" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA87nU3SyI/AAAAAAAAExU/RGCPfeIsSbo/s400/sachinsparentsfriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA87YOpBAI/AAAAAAAAExM/Ss5A9pw5K48/s1600/sachinsfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571019729871111170" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA87YOpBAI/AAAAAAAAExM/Ss5A9pw5K48/s400/sachinsfriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8vi0tasI/AAAAAAAAEw8/2kyY-jZXhLA/s1600/pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571019526556707522" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8vi0tasI/AAAAAAAAEw8/2kyY-jZXhLA/s400/pie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8VSZDcLI/AAAAAAAAEvU/5oiHvMtYTVM/s1600/jakeyjoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571019075469144242" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8VSZDcLI/AAAAAAAAEvU/5oiHvMtYTVM/s400/jakeyjoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8H9jOccI/AAAAAAAAEvA/7gmViMxXug4/s1600/emilymarc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571018846536364482" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8H9jOccI/AAAAAAAAEvA/7gmViMxXug4/s400/emilymarc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/00091967"&gt;this frame&lt;/a&gt; from IKEA, and I'm so glad I did! It went perfectly with our damask backdrop, and I plan to re-purpose it as a memo board for my home office in the near future. More important, our guests had a blast with it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8vBMOF5I/AAAAAAAAEw0/urLgGJ5CjU4/s1600/paulkate2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571019517528512402" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8vBMOF5I/AAAAAAAAEw0/urLgGJ5CjU4/s400/paulkate2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8IVkQUwI/AAAAAAAAEvI/B60y5wqy8M0/s1600/escaping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571018852983132930" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8IVkQUwI/AAAAAAAAEvI/B60y5wqy8M0/s400/escaping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't our friend Mr. N look so cool in these photos? That's a piece of chalk he's holding, not a cigarette:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8uy8M1SI/AAAAAAAAEws/BkOfFb3CQqo/s1600/ninad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571019513703224610" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8uy8M1SI/AAAAAAAAEws/BkOfFb3CQqo/s400/ninad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8uqmFQxI/AAAAAAAAEwk/BSu4iux4DEA/s1600/ninad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571019511462970130" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8uqmFQxI/AAAAAAAAEwk/BSu4iux4DEA/s400/ninad2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of chalk, I loved that our guests used our mini-chalkboards to write cute messages to us. In case you can't see it, this one says, "Big congrats Perpetual Party Planner!!!" Love the blog shout-out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8jTKHKFI/AAAAAAAAEwU/3rC6TqBnHH0/s1600/morgan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571019316193077330" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8jTKHKFI/AAAAAAAAEwU/3rC6TqBnHH0/s400/morgan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this one from Miss D and Mr. A that simply says, "Love":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA732x82QI/AAAAAAAAEuA/7e6WzJ2mHe4/s1600/alexdemitria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571018569841170690" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA732x82QI/AAAAAAAAEuA/7e6WzJ2mHe4/s400/alexdemitria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one says, "Boo-Ya!!" Doesn't he look proud of himself? Love this photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA74QH0P8I/AAAAAAAAEuI/Tg77N1Xcp_I/s1600/amitsonal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571018576643768258" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA74QH0P8I/AAAAAAAAEuI/Tg77N1Xcp_I/s400/amitsonal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I managed to sneak into the photo kiosk with my bridesmaids before our reception began. I'm so happy with how this shot turned out, and I love that it showcases our bouquets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA74mgiR1I/AAAAAAAAEuQ/4s6E2paExJI/s1600/bridesmaids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571018582653028178" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA74mgiR1I/AAAAAAAAEuQ/4s6E2paExJI/s400/bridesmaids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At some point, pure madness broke out in the photo kiosk. Since we had so many guests at our wedding, it was important to us to find a set-up that would allow large groups of friends to take photos at the same time. Fotomio's photo kiosk fit the bill perfectly, as shown by some of these photographs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8ilzI-FI/AAAAAAAAEv8/Md8OoQGXP74/s1600/lotsofpeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571019304017131602" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8ilzI-FI/AAAAAAAAEv8/Md8OoQGXP74/s400/lotsofpeople.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8V6ai42I/AAAAAAAAEvs/zfG6A8SJ5uM/s1600/lawschoolcrew2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571019086212817762" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8V6ai42I/AAAAAAAAEvs/zfG6A8SJ5uM/s400/lawschoolcrew2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8Hs388dI/AAAAAAAAEu4/DkvpRSEH4Lg/s1600/Crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571018842059895250" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8Hs388dI/AAAAAAAAEu4/DkvpRSEH4Lg/s400/Crew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8HUPVUcI/AAAAAAAAEuw/KeQ7Ua7SuEU/s1600/crew2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571018835447075266" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8HUPVUcI/AAAAAAAAEuw/KeQ7Ua7SuEU/s400/crew2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A huge surprise for me was seeing how much my co-workers enjoyed the photo kiosk. The guy second from the left is my boss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA75RUKy6I/AAAAAAAAEug/takYYjT3Gco/s1600/coworkers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571018594143882146" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA75RUKy6I/AAAAAAAAEug/takYYjT3Gco/s400/coworkers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the guy who thinks he's my boss. He's the senior associate on my team, and he "fires" me at least once per month. All in good fun, of course. He made really good use of the props:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8i_x-S4I/AAAAAAAAEwE/DKmYT-uIqt8/s1600/mattblackmail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571019310991559554" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8i_x-S4I/AAAAAAAAEwE/DKmYT-uIqt8/s400/mattblackmail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loved the photo kiosk so much he kept shooting photos even after Fotomio removed the backdrop and started to close down for the evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA74_o67zI/AAAAAAAAEuY/E1cH6i4rVD8/s1600/closed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571018589399084850" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA74_o67zI/AAAAAAAAEuY/E1cH6i4rVD8/s400/closed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so sad that Mr. Cool and I didn't get too many individual shots in the photo kiosk! By the time we finally made it in there, we had been dancing for hours and were sweaty and disheveled. At least we look happy!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8VqwNyYI/AAAAAAAAEvk/kk-SPnvUjgo/s1600/kimandsachin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571019082008742274" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8VqwNyYI/AAAAAAAAEvk/kk-SPnvUjgo/s400/kimandsachin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We loved that some of our friends jumped in with us toward the end:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8HNtUDJI/AAAAAAAAEuo/zL-907Cqn74/s1600/craziness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571018833693772946" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVA8HNtUDJI/AAAAAAAAEuo/zL-907Cqn74/s400/craziness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you've made it this far, congrats! We received almost 500 images from Fotomio, and I can honestly say that all of them are great. Though we weren't able to print the photos for our guests at our wedding, they had the option to leave their email addresses with the kiosk attendant.  Within one week of the wedding, Fotomio emailed a link to each of our guests with all of the photos. This saved us a bit of money, and was a great compromise since there could have been serious bottlenecks at the kiosk if each of our guests had to wait for his or her photo to print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that photobooths can be budget-busters, but if there is any way you can afford to swing it, DO IT! Your guests will love it, and your photographer will thank you for relieving some of the pressure of having to snap photos of each of your guests. Finally, while photobooths are bordering on cliche here in the blogosphere, I promise that a large contingency of your guests will be beyond impressed. If your budget is already stretched to its full capacity, there are some great DIY instructions &lt;a href="http://handcraftedhitchingpost.blogspot.com/2010/05/fauxtobooth-mock-up.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/08/23/build-your-own-photo-booth/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you splurge on any aspect of your wedding? If so, was it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photos by &lt;a href="http://www.fotomio.com/"&gt;Fotomio&lt;/a&gt; unless otherwise stated.&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/6645079444505997747-8335630891579000113?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8335630891579000113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-photo-kiosk-fun.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8335630891579000113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8335630891579000113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-photo-kiosk-fun.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: Photo Kiosk Fun'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TVC4Cw-1PLI/AAAAAAAAEyE/U9LLKxUl2RQ/s72-c/photoboothsign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-1678457978174207533</id><published>2011-02-04T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T06:21:00.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Friday'/><title type='text'>Happy Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUo0ULbH2cI/AAAAAAAAEt4/Q96kbAAuvUI/s1600/beandip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUo0ULbH2cI/AAAAAAAAEt4/Q96kbAAuvUI/s400/beandip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569321410465618370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://growing-fruit.blogspot.com/2009/12/pass-bean-dip.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Super Bowl weekend, everyone! I have big plans to meet up with law school friends to watch the game, and I'm going to bring my famous 7-layer bean dip along. Since I've finally gotten back into a regular gym schedule, I'm going eat a big salad before the party to avoid over-indulging in the yummy snacks that are guaranteed to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I'm hoping to meet up with Bridesmaid Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt; to discuss her wedding and bridal shower, and Mr. Cool and I are going to start making plans for my birthday trip to New York City in April! Even though we were just there for our honeymoon in October, we jumped at the chance for a return trip after some of our mutual friends suggested it. We're hoping to recruit a few more people to come with us between now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday, everyone! What are your Super Bowl plans?&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/6645079444505997747-1678457978174207533?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/1678457978174207533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-friday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/1678457978174207533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/1678457978174207533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUo0ULbH2cI/AAAAAAAAEt4/Q96kbAAuvUI/s72-c/beandip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-3908671403451759266</id><published>2011-02-02T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T07:00:03.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cocktail Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother of the Bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Traditions'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: Cocktail Hour</title><content type='html'>Immediately after our &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-our-hindu-ceremony.html"&gt;Hindu ceremony&lt;/a&gt; ended, Mr. Cool and I did our best to round up his family members for another round of formals. Unfortunately, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t entirely think through possible locations for these shots, and the steady drizzle meant we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t return to the Sun Garden. At this point, we improvised and decided to ask Mr. Cool’s family to join us in the breezeway immediately outside of our ceremony space:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeRhs_qarI/AAAAAAAAEtI/cpHby6jpbdM/s1600/sachinfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeRhs_qarI/AAAAAAAAEtI/cpHby6jpbdM/s400/sachinfamily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568579472466799282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you guessed that it was difficult for us to round up this large group of family members for photos when cocktails and appetizers were being served nearby, you’re absolutely right! Somehow, we managed to pull it off, though I am sure there are one or two people missing from each of these photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeQ1DzN8fI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/prC-GhEUSEY/s1600/dadsside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeQ1DzN8fI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/prC-GhEUSEY/s400/dadsside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568578705494503922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeQ0RsrO_I/AAAAAAAAEsA/KSA_Hih43Y0/s1600/bothfamilies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeQ0RsrO_I/AAAAAAAAEsA/KSA_Hih43Y0/s400/bothfamilies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568578692045290482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeRN-5tDII/AAAAAAAAEs4/xhF_MD5nczA/s1600/momsside2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeRN-5tDII/AAAAAAAAEs4/xhF_MD5nczA/s400/momsside2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568579133676260482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end, we managed to squeeze in several photos with one another in our Indian attire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeRNmA3ZuI/AAAAAAAAEsw/sFAR_MoFiCw/s1600/kimsachin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeRNmA3ZuI/AAAAAAAAEsw/sFAR_MoFiCw/s400/kimsachin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568579126995412706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I pulled my mom in for one last shot before it was time to change back into our Western clothes for the reception:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeRNe8lhkI/AAAAAAAAEso/i_Nyg13chwU/s1600/kimmom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeRNe8lhkI/AAAAAAAAEso/i_Nyg13chwU/s400/kimmom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568579125098415682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, back in the Entry Hall and Grand Salon, our guests were treated to a variety of Indian and Middle Eastern appetizers (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dolmas&lt;/span&gt;, samosas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;levant&lt;/span&gt; sandwiches, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;falafel&lt;/span&gt; with hummus and seasonal fruit):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeRMrFgIpI/AAAAAAAAEsY/iMq93coL9tk/s1600/dolmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeRMrFgIpI/AAAAAAAAEsY/iMq93coL9tk/s400/dolmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568579111177167506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeQzlhWt1I/AAAAAAAAErw/XRN08IfNP80/s1600/appetizers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeQzlhWt1I/AAAAAAAAErw/XRN08IfNP80/s400/appetizers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568578680186648402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(guest photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocktails were served from our full, open bar, which was open all night until 30 minutes before the reception ended! From the beginning, we knew that the bar was one place where we would splurge. Based on the looks of the dance floor later, it was well worth the expense!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeQ0oMnBOI/AAAAAAAAEsI/lwjJsQ2KD6U/s1600/cocktails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeQ0oMnBOI/AAAAAAAAEsI/lwjJsQ2KD6U/s400/cocktails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568578698084812002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Special thanks to &lt;a href="http://thehandcraftedlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;this lovely lady&lt;/a&gt; for snapping a photo of our Signature Cocktail sign, which featured drinks named after our professions – the “Law and Order” for me (lawyer) and the “Short Circuit” for Mr. Cool (engineer):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeRib809BI/AAAAAAAAEtg/2TLFreX-BAw/s1600/signaturecocktails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeRib809BI/AAAAAAAAEtg/2TLFreX-BAw/s400/signaturecocktails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568579485071373330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And our cute green and white striped straws that accompanied them, though I think this may be a rum and “&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/author/cola/"&gt;cola&lt;/a&gt;” as opposed to one of our Signature Cocktails:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeRiIjLhqI/AAAAAAAAEtY/KOXxeqQICZU/s1600/sigdrinkstraw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeRiIjLhqI/AAAAAAAAEtY/KOXxeqQICZU/s400/sigdrinkstraw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568579479863527074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't praise our photographers enough for managing to be in so many places at once. Even though they were busy with our family photos, they still managed to capture some great shots of our guests during the cocktail hour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeQ0BGxMhI/AAAAAAAAEr4/_DDOVMSmZrI/s1600/babycousin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeQ0BGxMhI/AAAAAAAAEr4/_DDOVMSmZrI/s400/babycousin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568578687591330322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeRhWgRh_I/AAAAAAAAEtA/EpXTpI-6Q7c/s1600/radhika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeRhWgRh_I/AAAAAAAAEtA/EpXTpI-6Q7c/s400/radhika.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568579466429564914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeRhwYLnwI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/Qwg5l5uyALI/s1600/SDCrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeRhwYLnwI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/Qwg5l5uyALI/s400/SDCrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568579473374945026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeU19hGiEI/AAAAAAAAEto/_zlnuTq9g70/s1600/paulkate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeU19hGiEI/AAAAAAAAEto/_zlnuTq9g70/s400/paulkate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568583119034288194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though Mr. Cool and I were busy with family photos and changing back into our Western clothes, we still managed to make it to our cocktail hour for about 30 minutes! It should come as no surprise that the biggest hit of the cocktail hour was our photo kiosk. Best of the photo kiosk coming up next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you able to enjoy the cocktail hour portion of your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Unless otherwise noted, all photos by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-3908671403451759266?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/3908671403451759266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-cocktail-hour.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/3908671403451759266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/3908671403451759266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-of-our-lives-cocktail-hour.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: Cocktail Hour'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUeRhs_qarI/AAAAAAAAEtI/cpHby6jpbdM/s72-c/sachinfamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-4542316692974686919</id><published>2011-01-31T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T06:26:00.703-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Officiants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceremonies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Traditions'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: Our Hindu Ceremony</title><content type='html'>After our &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-costume-change.html"&gt;costume change and snack break&lt;/a&gt;, it was time for our abbreviated Hindu ceremony to begin. Believe it or not, some Hindu ceremonies can go on for more than five hours! Since Mr. Cool and I had already asked our guests to sit through &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-our-catholic.html"&gt;one ceremony&lt;/a&gt;, we did our best to work with our priest, Mr. Sathe, to keep our Hindu wedding short and sweet (i.e., 45 minutes). Mr. Sathe opened the Hindu ceremony with a prayer to Lord Ganesh, the remover of obstacles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUsrKvOEI/AAAAAAAAEqY/Mu86www8Xuk/s1600/mrsathe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUsrKvOEI/AAAAAAAAEqY/Mu86www8Xuk/s400/mrsathe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568160747024758850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After, Mr. Cool was escorted down the aisle by his dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUtim4ZuI/AAAAAAAAEqw/yrnqSEd2Ijo/s1600/sachindad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUtim4ZuI/AAAAAAAAEqw/yrnqSEd2Ijo/s400/sachindad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568160761906751202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Cool's sister and cousin accompanied him into the mandap with various offerings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYT7IDth7I/AAAAAAAAEpQ/L-cFp8koH8c/s1600/cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYT7IDth7I/AAAAAAAAEpQ/L-cFp8koH8c/s400/cousins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568159895786457010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, my Bro and &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/06/unique-save-date.html"&gt;Baby Cousin&lt;/a&gt; entered the mandap with a curtain (antarpat) that Mr. Cool's aunt had made in our wedding colors of green and yellow/gold. The curtain serves the important function of hiding the bride and groom's faces from one another until they are ready to become husband and wife - in really traditional Hindu weddings, this is the first time the bride and groom ever see each other, since the marriage is arranged by their parents or other family members on their behalf:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYT6zkmq7I/AAAAAAAAEpI/IPKHeL0wV6s/s1600/brojoncurtain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYT6zkmq7I/AAAAAAAAEpI/IPKHeL0wV6s/s400/brojoncurtain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568159890287274930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the curtain safely in place, I entered the Amber Room with my maternal uncle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUT_Dw-SI/AAAAAAAAEqA/xtgBBZ12JH0/s1600/kimuncle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUT_Dw-SI/AAAAAAAAEqA/xtgBBZ12JH0/s400/kimuncle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568160322867493154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After entering the mandap, Mr. Cool and I waited patiently for the curtain to drop so that we could place garlands around one another's necks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUTGN3Q_I/AAAAAAAAEpw/XGyZp4JiERo/s1600/garland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUTGN3Q_I/AAAAAAAAEpw/XGyZp4JiERo/s400/garland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568160307609027570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No peeking allowed! Mr. Cool is really tall, so my Bro and Baby Cousin had to hold the curtain high:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYT7nqe4wI/AAAAAAAAEpg/a3MYOdaGo4U/s1600/curtainback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYT7nqe4wI/AAAAAAAAEpg/a3MYOdaGo4U/s400/curtainback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568159904270574338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYT7RncZSI/AAAAAAAAEpY/Q0gKVJpBmQ4/s1600/curtain1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYT7RncZSI/AAAAAAAAEpY/Q0gKVJpBmQ4/s400/curtain1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568159898352248098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, one of Mr. Cool's aunts was singing verses of a song that she had prepared especially for our wedding. The song went on for quite some time, and my Bro told me afterward that he thought his arms were going to collapse in exhaustion before it was over!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYU5LWKoVI/AAAAAAAAErA/Lo3qVVwDHYo/s1600/verses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYU5LWKoVI/AAAAAAAAErA/Lo3qVVwDHYo/s400/verses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568160961821057362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, the curtain dropped, and we were able to exchange garlands. After, Mr. Cool placed a mangalsutra around my neck. This necklace of black and gold beads is a symbol of the married status of the bride. Mr. Cool explained to me that the necklace has a similar meaning to that of a wedding band:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUscMJHOI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/ZI6kCgFy1A4/s1600/mangalasutra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUscMJHOI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/ZI6kCgFy1A4/s400/mangalasutra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568160743004118242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Cool's relatives watched attentively as the Hindu ceremony progressed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYU4vK9eyI/AAAAAAAAEq4/x5XHbcfGum0/s1600/sachinrelatives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYU4vK9eyI/AAAAAAAAEq4/x5XHbcfGum0/s400/sachinrelatives.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568160954257865506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Bro was called back up to the mandap to twist Mr. Cool's ear. Traditionally, the brother of the bride does this until the groom bribes him and promises to take good care of his sister. Mr. Cool may have hammed it up a bit here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUS9cQN7I/AAAAAAAAEpo/1iszm-hW5qY/s1600/eartug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUS9cQN7I/AAAAAAAAEpo/1iszm-hW5qY/s400/eartug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568160305253463986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, it was time for some of the other rituals to begin. Mr. Sathe lit the ceremonial fire.  According to Hindu tradition, the holy fire (Agni) is considered to be the ultimate witness of marriage as it symbolizes the destruction of temptation and ignorance and also signifies the illumination of the path to truth and knowledge. Mr. Cool and I tossed offerings of rice and clarified butter (ghee) into the fire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUs2BjTPI/AAAAAAAAEqg/Eb43BEvMGZk/s1600/oblations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUs2BjTPI/AAAAAAAAEqg/Eb43BEvMGZk/s400/oblations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568160749939018994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Mr. Cool placed an anklet and toe rings on my feet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYT6uB-AAI/AAAAAAAAEpA/ZgnHyIMIARA/s1600/anklet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYT6uB-AAI/AAAAAAAAEpA/ZgnHyIMIARA/s400/anklet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568159888799825922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, we circled the fire four times to represent the four goals of life: 1) dharma - the duty to lead a moral life; 2) artha - monetary accomplishment; 3) kama - energy and passion; and 4) moksha - liberation. As we circled the fire, I placed my foot on a rock to signify that our marriage would be "as solid as a rock":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUtd8dW0I/AAAAAAAAEqo/SxgzdKBElko/s1600/rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUtd8dW0I/AAAAAAAAEqo/SxgzdKBElko/s400/rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568160760655076162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toward the end of the ceremony, we took seven steps together while reciting prayers to nourish one another, grow together in strength, preserve our wealth, share our joys and sorrows, care for our children, be together forever and remain lifelong friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUUDnjADI/AAAAAAAAEqI/O95N65tEUyY/s1600/listening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUUDnjADI/AAAAAAAAEqI/O95N65tEUyY/s400/listening.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568160324091314226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, Mr. Sathe asked us to place our heads together so that he could pronounce us husband and wife:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUTcT0whI/AAAAAAAAEp4/dPhTyXABbqw/s1600/headtogether.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUTcT0whI/AAAAAAAAEp4/dPhTyXABbqw/s400/headtogether.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568160313539609106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And with that, our wedding ceremonies were over. It was finally time to get the party started! Up next, more family photos and our cocktail hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you incorporate traditions from several different cultures into your wedding day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photographs by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-4542316692974686919?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/4542316692974686919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-our-hindu-ceremony.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/4542316692974686919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/4542316692974686919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-our-hindu-ceremony.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: Our Hindu Ceremony'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUYUsrKvOEI/AAAAAAAAEqY/Mu86www8Xuk/s72-c/mrsathe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-1597140650487172242</id><published>2011-01-28T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T06:29:01.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Friday'/><title type='text'>Happy Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUJGbtSA4zI/AAAAAAAAEo4/FO5U2XXghY4/s1600/sambar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUJGbtSA4zI/AAAAAAAAEo4/FO5U2XXghY4/s400/sambar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567089531208917810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.samai.in/recipes/curry-masala-veg-gravy-kulambu-kolambu-kozambu-kari-recipes/fried-channa-dal-sambar-pottu-kadalai-sambhar-pori-kadalai-kulambu-dalia-sambar"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This weekend is going to be a fun-filled and busy one! Tonight, Mr. Cool and I are having dinner with Bridesmaid Mrs. O and her husband at &lt;a href="http://www.absinthe.com/"&gt;this trendy restaurant&lt;/a&gt; in San Francisco's Hayes Valley neighborhood. I've been there once before, and they have some seriously delicious cocktails and seven different kinds of oysters on the half shell - yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going to try acupuncture for the first time with Miss D at her office in the Peninsula. I'm nervous but excited to try it out. After, we're going to grab lunch and hopefully chat about her wedding, which is coming up in less than six months! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, on Sunday Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cool's&lt;/span&gt; parents are coming into the city for lunch. I'm excited to try out a recipe I found for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sambar&lt;/span&gt;, a spicy South Indian soup. Keep your fingers crossed for me that it will be delicious! This will be the first time I've ever cooked Indian food for my in-laws, so I'm hoping that everything goes according to plan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday, everyone!&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/6645079444505997747-1597140650487172242?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/1597140650487172242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-friday_28.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/1597140650487172242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/1597140650487172242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-friday_28.html' title='Happy Friday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TUJGbtSA4zI/AAAAAAAAEo4/FO5U2XXghY4/s72-c/sambar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-2161050803724703016</id><published>2011-01-26T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T06:31:00.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother of the Bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceremonies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Traditions'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: Costume Change</title><content type='html'>After the Catholic ceremony was over, our Day-of-Coordinator rushed the bridal party into the bride’s suite so that we could avoid the throng of people that were making their way out of the Amber Room. One of my favorite moments of the day was standing in that room amongst my favorite people, who were quick to raise a glass to our brand new marriage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-DGeksOAI/AAAAAAAAEoY/mhPS3cGYzLg/s1600/toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-DGeksOAI/AAAAAAAAEoY/mhPS3cGYzLg/s400/toast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566311811762632706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There wasn’t too much time for revelry, though. It was time for me to change into my Hindu wedding attire! Mr. Cool’s aunts rushed in prepared for the task at hand. I asked them if they wouldn’t mind waiting a minute or two so I could catch some fresh air in the breezeway outside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-DGGDr3vI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/D5IGUZHr-cQ/s1600/tastingroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-DGGDr3vI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/D5IGUZHr-cQ/s400/tastingroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566311805181746930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, our guests enjoyed coffee, chai, baklava (flaky Middle Eastern pastries made of filo and honey) and dhokla (steamed gram flour Indian snack) in the entry hall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-C01Hw8kI/AAAAAAAAEoA/sqyxghsIzoI/s1600/snacks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-C01Hw8kI/AAAAAAAAEoA/sqyxghsIzoI/s400/snacks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566311508577677890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I rushed back into the bride’s suite and changed out of my dress. Gotta love my messy pile of clothes from earlier and the rose petals I managed to drag in on my dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-C0i1Z3NI/AAAAAAAAEn4/ikva8bkjXqQ/s1600/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-C0i1Z3NI/AAAAAAAAEn4/ikva8bkjXqQ/s400/shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566311503668829394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Cool’s aunts meticulously pleated the nine yards of fabric while I put on my sari blouse and petticoat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-EA4hd6jI/AAAAAAAAEoo/qNsjXV-oi5c/s1600/folding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-EA4hd6jI/AAAAAAAAEoo/qNsjXV-oi5c/s400/folding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566312815160846898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, Bridesmaid Mrs. S helped my mom and aunt into their Hindu wedding attire. Don’t let Mrs. S’s Portuguese good looks fool you – her husband is Punjabi, so she is well-versed in the proper way to wear the salwar kameezes my mom and aunt donned for the occasion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-CdKANx2I/AAAAAAAAEnQ/-rONbOvlvhA/s1600/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-CdKANx2I/AAAAAAAAEnQ/-rONbOvlvhA/s400/mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566311101866297186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-EPlmbceI/AAAAAAAAEow/ZO5fTKdO50M/s1600/aunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-EPlmbceI/AAAAAAAAEow/ZO5fTKdO50M/s400/aunt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566313067779420642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of Mr. Cool’s aunts tied a mundavalya (decorative string of pearls, beads and sometimes flowers) to my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-CcdQFQvI/AAAAAAAAEnA/QAX5Lx0ZgeI/s1600/headpiece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-CcdQFQvI/AAAAAAAAEnA/QAX5Lx0ZgeI/s400/headpiece.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566311089853252338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the pinning, tucking and folding seemed to go on forever. I can’t imagine what it would be like to wear a sari everyday!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-CdYjDD7I/AAAAAAAAEnY/ELG2k_l5nio/s1600/pin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-CdYjDD7I/AAAAAAAAEnY/ELG2k_l5nio/s400/pin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566311105770491826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-Cz2tVt_I/AAAAAAAAEng/RVQ8ewFlNSg/s1600/pin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-Cz2tVt_I/AAAAAAAAEng/RVQ8ewFlNSg/s400/pin2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566311491823843314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-DGtej2AI/AAAAAAAAEog/V8uhWF4MyYo/s1600/wrapping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-DGtej2AI/AAAAAAAAEog/V8uhWF4MyYo/s400/wrapping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566311815763449858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin/MOH touched up my hair one last time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-CcG4qZtI/AAAAAAAAEm4/ZFMsg2ul7u4/s1600/hairspray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-CcG4qZtI/AAAAAAAAEm4/ZFMsg2ul7u4/s400/hairspray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566311083849443026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I was ready to be a bride for the second time that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-C0b79GsI/AAAAAAAAEnw/gN8kBxuXzIU/s1600/scarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-C0b79GsI/AAAAAAAAEnw/gN8kBxuXzIU/s400/scarf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566311501817256642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, in the groom’s changing room, Mr. Cool changed out of his Western clothes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-DFzuK7eI/AAAAAAAAEoI/akMqpTytrDY/s1600/socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-DFzuK7eI/AAAAAAAAEoI/akMqpTytrDY/s400/socks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566311800259669474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And his uncle tied on his mundavalya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-C0J5KDsI/AAAAAAAAEno/jZr28PmTZhg/s1600/sachinheadpiece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-C0J5KDsI/AAAAAAAAEno/jZr28PmTZhg/s400/sachinheadpiece.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566311496973684418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we knew it, our Day-of-Coordinator had made the rounds to let us know that it was time for the Hindu ceremony to begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a costume change at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photos by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com/"&gt;Paige Morrison&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/6645079444505997747-2161050803724703016?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/2161050803724703016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-costume-change.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/2161050803724703016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/2161050803724703016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-costume-change.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: Costume Change'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TT-DGeksOAI/AAAAAAAAEoY/mhPS3cGYzLg/s72-c/toast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-3336807861872166942</id><published>2011-01-24T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T06:25:00.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Officiants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother of the Bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unity Candle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceremonies'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: Our Catholic Ceremony</title><content type='html'>Although Mr. Cool and I did not get married in a Catholic church, it was really important to my family members that we incorporate some Catholic elements into our wedding day. One of the best parts of finding our officiant, Father Robert, through the &lt;a href="http://www.whiterobedmonks.org/"&gt;White Robed Monks of St. Benedict&lt;/a&gt; was that he allowed us to customize our ceremony so that Catholics and non-Catholics alike could appreciate it. For example, Mr. Cool and I were able to select our own readings from an extensive list of choices, but opted not to include communion, a tradition in which only our Catholic guests would be permitted to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did choose to incorporate some traditional elements, though! Father Robert opened the ceremony with a welcome blessing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtaxUPiDUI/AAAAAAAAElA/cdQr47Gfm6E/s1600/blessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtaxUPiDUI/AAAAAAAAElA/cdQr47Gfm6E/s400/blessing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565141567840324930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Mr. Cool and I lit our &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/06/unity.html"&gt;unity candle&lt;/a&gt;. I love that my mom and Bro are watching so intently at this moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtbRUbLY8I/AAAAAAAAEl4/E-h31rQRB70/s1600/unitycandle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtbRUbLY8I/AAAAAAAAEl4/E-h31rQRB70/s400/unitycandle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565142117644985282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While part of me hoped to tune everyone out except for Mr. Cool, the curious, hostess part of me wanted to make sure that everyone was there and having a good time. The latter part of me won out, so this is not the only photo of me beaming at our guests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtaxonzwQI/AAAAAAAAElI/qG0bjn7t7-M/s1600/cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtaxonzwQI/AAAAAAAAElI/qG0bjn7t7-M/s400/cheese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565141573310857474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thankfully, I did manage to keep my focus for at least a few of the readings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtbRwbBLaI/AAAAAAAAEmA/pmZ-9J8ipQE/s1600/vows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtbRwbBLaI/AAAAAAAAEmA/pmZ-9J8ipQE/s400/vows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565142125160508834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtlCWjyipI/AAAAAAAAEmo/WODtMTIKOtk/s1600/ceremonyback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtlCWjyipI/AAAAAAAAEmo/WODtMTIKOtk/s400/ceremonyback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565152855636216466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtbQwo0p5I/AAAAAAAAElo/AVTJYAe81fI/s1600/readings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtbQwo0p5I/AAAAAAAAElo/AVTJYAe81fI/s400/readings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565142108038539154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it was definitely helpful that Father Robert kept us laughing the entire time. Even though we only spent time with him at our initial meeting and rehearsal/rehearsal dinner, he seemed to get to know us really well. I was happily surprised when he took the opportunity to deliver a message that truly spoke to our relationship and personalities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtkjTFlsmI/AAAAAAAAEmI/I0ZnaDHBIfE/s1600/laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtkjTFlsmI/AAAAAAAAEmI/I0ZnaDHBIfE/s400/laughing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565152322128294498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtayCxtryI/AAAAAAAAElY/2wxWLaGt9WY/s1600/holdhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtayCxtryI/AAAAAAAAElY/2wxWLaGt9WY/s400/holdhands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565141580331724578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Father Robert's direction, our guests raised their hands to bless us. Can you believe that there are more than 300 people in this room?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtaxwPfhtI/AAAAAAAAElQ/EJG737MSSXw/s1600/groupblessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtaxwPfhtI/AAAAAAAAElQ/EJG737MSSXw/s400/groupblessing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565141575356352210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not too long after, Mr. Cool and I exchanged wedding rings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtbRBiimrI/AAAAAAAAElw/U1AXzou2z7A/s1600/rings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtbRBiimrI/AAAAAAAAElw/U1AXzou2z7A/s400/rings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565142112575593138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we were finally allowed to kiss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtbQfe5ABI/AAAAAAAAElg/md2aX8x0V6o/s1600/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtbQfe5ABI/AAAAAAAAElg/md2aX8x0V6o/s400/kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565142103433478162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The look on my face says, "Squee! We're married!":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtkj6wgiNI/AAAAAAAAEmY/1YNoQfQ2Jq8/s1600/squee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtkj6wgiNI/AAAAAAAAEmY/1YNoQfQ2Jq8/s400/squee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565152332777294034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Cool and I walked back down the aisle amidst a shower of yellow rose petals. The acoustic version of Vince Guaraldi Trio's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgoPl35n_AY"&gt;"Linus and Lucy"&lt;/a&gt; (the Peanuts Theme Song) played in the background. It was so beautiful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtq3TUPjEI/AAAAAAAAEmw/UioqzgfNEyI/s1600/backdownaisle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtq3TUPjEI/AAAAAAAAEmw/UioqzgfNEyI/s400/backdownaisle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565159262856907842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And just like that, we became husband and wife, (for the first time that day)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next, a snack break and a costume change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photos by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com/"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt; - major props for capturing these great photos in such tricky lighting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-3336807861872166942?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/3336807861872166942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-our-catholic.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/3336807861872166942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/3336807861872166942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-our-catholic.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: Our Catholic Ceremony'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTtaxUPiDUI/AAAAAAAAElA/cdQr47Gfm6E/s72-c/blessing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-2287934572926305447</id><published>2011-01-21T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T06:22:00.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Friday'/><title type='text'>Happy Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTkcMYQCaAI/AAAAAAAAEkw/YHYeq_16ZOg/s1600/muirwoods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTkcMYQCaAI/AAAAAAAAEkw/YHYeq_16ZOg/s400/muirwoods.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564509813586683906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/california/muir-woods-national-monument"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lucky for me, this happened to be one of those weeks that just flew by! Mainly because I have been swamped at work, but that makes me appreciate the two days off we are about to have even more. This weekend, Mr. Cool and I have decided to go on a nice, long hike. The forecast is calling for sunny skies and 70 degree weather, so it should be gorgeous in the North Bay. Maybe we'll head up to Muir Woods (pictured above), or maybe we'll head south to the Santa Cruz mountains. Either way, I'm really excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I don't really have any other plans aside from cleaning out my closet to make room for a few new items like &lt;a href="http://www.michaelkors.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod9310018&amp;amp;parentId=cat3003&amp;amp;masterId=&amp;amp;index=7&amp;amp;cmCat=cat000000cat8501cat3003"&gt;this handbag&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.whitehouseblackmarket.com/store/browse/product.jsp?maxRec=52&amp;amp;pageId=1&amp;amp;productId=570011205&amp;amp;viewAll=true&amp;amp;prd=Striped+Knit+Chemise&amp;amp;subCatId=&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fromSearch=&amp;amp;inSeam=&amp;amp;posId=30&amp;amp;catId=cat210002&amp;amp;cat=Dresses++Skirts&amp;amp;onSale=&amp;amp;colorFamily=&amp;amp;maxPg=1&amp;amp;size="&gt;this dress&lt;/a&gt;. Time to start getting ready for spring! Happy Friday, everyone. What are you up to this weekend?&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/6645079444505997747-2287934572926305447?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/2287934572926305447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-friday_21.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/2287934572926305447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/2287934572926305447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-friday_21.html' title='Happy Friday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTkcMYQCaAI/AAAAAAAAEkw/YHYeq_16ZOg/s72-c/muirwoods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-6832824181114118006</id><published>2011-01-19T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T06:49:35.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unity Candle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceremonies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother of the Bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rehearsal'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: Down the Aisle</title><content type='html'>Back in the bride's room, bridesmaid Mrs. O helped me affix my "something old" locket with my &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2009/11/eschewing-wedding-traditions-part-four.html"&gt;dad's photo in it&lt;/a&gt; to my bouquet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTZxgTjemI/AAAAAAAAEi8/lA1qgMlBUqk/s1600/bouquetcharm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTZxgTjemI/AAAAAAAAEi8/lA1qgMlBUqk/s400/bouquetcharm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563310884218174050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bridesmaids also helped me put on my &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/05/by-popular-demand.html"&gt;birdcage veil&lt;/a&gt;. I was on the fence about wearing it up until the last second, but ultimately I'm glad I decided to rock it during our Catholic ceremony:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTZwaqgwsI/AAAAAAAAEik/NBRHnUz5C1k/s1600/veil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTZwaqgwsI/AAAAAAAAEik/NBRHnUz5C1k/s400/veil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563310865523983042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside the bride's room, the the Amber Room where our ceremony would take place was set up and ready to go. We decided beforehand to do the Catholic ceremony in front of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mandap&lt;/span&gt;, and the Hindu ceremony inside of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mandap&lt;/span&gt;. Our unity candle and readings were set up just as we had requested, and the lighting and candles created a warm glow that filled the room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTZyPOO2zI/AAAAAAAAEjE/GBXtXCWFiKM/s1600/mandap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTZyPOO2zI/AAAAAAAAEjE/GBXtXCWFiKM/s400/mandap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563310896812317490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, our guests began to arrive! Anyone recognize this &lt;a href="http://handcraftedhitchingpost.blogspot.com/"&gt;lovely&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/11/17/so-excited-to-bee-here/"&gt;lady&lt;/a&gt; and her husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTZwk0wpbI/AAAAAAAAEis/BI1eeIoWioc/s1600/guestsarrive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTZwk0wpbI/AAAAAAAAEis/BI1eeIoWioc/s400/guestsarrive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563310868251321778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My law school crew thumbed through our &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/10/week-of-wedding-programs-and-weather.html"&gt;programs&lt;/a&gt; while they waited for the ceremony to begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTZxNaumJI/AAAAAAAAEi0/cX9mRhTfVxU/s1600/lawschoolcrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTZxNaumJI/AAAAAAAAEi0/cX9mRhTfVxU/s400/lawschoolcrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563310879147989138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was finally time for the processional! Our friends Mr. S and Mr. J played acoustic guitar during the Catholic ceremony. Their rendition of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pachelbel's&lt;/span&gt; Canon brought tears to my eyes even during our rehearsal. Both of them are incredibly talented, and Mr. Cool and I feel so lucky that they agreed to contribute to our wedding day in such a meaningful way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTduKH-NNI/AAAAAAAAEjU/l1R1tCKBewc/s1600/scott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTduKH-NNI/AAAAAAAAEjU/l1R1tCKBewc/s400/scott.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563315224770917586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTdtyroVaI/AAAAAAAAEjM/o_059aqAykU/s1600/joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTdtyroVaI/AAAAAAAAEjM/o_059aqAykU/s400/joe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563315218478028194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside of the Amber Room, Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cool's&lt;/span&gt; parents got ready to walk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTThaUDiUoI/AAAAAAAAEkY/BsVmMKXWP20/s1600/sachinparents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTThaUDiUoI/AAAAAAAAEkY/BsVmMKXWP20/s400/sachinparents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563319281885794946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bridesmaids lined up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTeoRUw5aI/AAAAAAAAEjc/-R19q7nkQlM/s1600/places.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTeoRUw5aI/AAAAAAAAEjc/-R19q7nkQlM/s400/places.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563316223136032162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my mom gave me an encouraging smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTeoryypjI/AAAAAAAAEjk/FoSWvj9PwtA/s1600/momma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTeoryypjI/AAAAAAAAEjk/FoSWvj9PwtA/s400/momma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563316230241297970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I knew it, it was time for my Bro to walk me down the aisle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTepAU0pmI/AAAAAAAAEjs/df5rmfzce40/s1600/readytowalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTepAU0pmI/AAAAAAAAEjs/df5rmfzce40/s400/readytowalk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563316235752744546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we walked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTepUtPQkI/AAAAAAAAEj0/B8pmDkeItaM/s1600/mebroback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTepUtPQkI/AAAAAAAAEj0/B8pmDkeItaM/s400/mebroback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563316241223860802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And walked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTeptpHCeI/AAAAAAAAEj8/JzI1jao0sfs/s1600/mebrodownaisle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTeptpHCeI/AAAAAAAAEj8/JzI1jao0sfs/s400/mebrodownaisle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563316247917431266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Until we made it to the end. This was such a surreal experience for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTThBN7-mKI/AAAAAAAAEkI/qFi2NmcoaLI/s1600/madedownaisle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTThBN7-mKI/AAAAAAAAEkI/qFi2NmcoaLI/s400/madedownaisle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563318850746751138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Bro kissed me on the cheek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTiTY7qZtI/AAAAAAAAEkg/oRQi69EmuF0/s1600/cheekkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTiTY7qZtI/AAAAAAAAEkg/oRQi69EmuF0/s400/cheekkiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563320262447490770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then it was just Mr. Cool and I, ready to get married!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTiThD1QdI/AAAAAAAAEko/ANDgKjymxJk/s1600/ready.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTiThD1QdI/AAAAAAAAEko/ANDgKjymxJk/s400/ready.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563320264629240274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next up, we tie the knot (for the first time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photos by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-6832824181114118006?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/6832824181114118006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-down-aisle.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/6832824181114118006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/6832824181114118006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-down-aisle.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: Down the Aisle'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTTZxgTjemI/AAAAAAAAEi8/lA1qgMlBUqk/s72-c/bouquetcharm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-6282666131412512866</id><published>2011-01-17T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T06:22:00.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank Yous'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: In the Vineyard</title><content type='html'>With our &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-formals.html"&gt;formals completed&lt;/a&gt;, Mr. Cool and I used the last twenty minutes before our ceremonies to sneak into the vineyard for some couples photos. Looking back, I wish we had allotted more time for these, but we did the best we could considering our 3:00 start time. No matter, because &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com/"&gt;our photographer&lt;/a&gt; was able to get some great photos during this short period! As we made our way into the vineyard, she was able to snap this wonderful detail photo of the back of my dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTJFyUl4ZeI/AAAAAAAAEiU/6LjcWGX5P-k/s1600/hairback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTJFyUl4ZeI/AAAAAAAAEiU/6LjcWGX5P-k/s400/hairback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562585220579354082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, it was time to lead the party through the entry hall and out into the vineyard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTJE1srYWXI/AAAAAAAAEhM/d_MTyQ-Vogc/s1600/walktovineyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTJE1srYWXI/AAAAAAAAEhM/d_MTyQ-Vogc/s400/walktovineyard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562584179072850290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Cool navigated his way in first, then stopped and waited for me to follow. At this moment I was thinking, "please don't let my shoes get too muddy!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTJFBAaGsZI/AAAAAAAAEhU/ZYX7FJmlKoQ/s1600/sachinwait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTJFBAaGsZI/AAAAAAAAEhU/ZYX7FJmlKoQ/s400/sachinwait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562584373347660178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, I made it all the way in, and we were safe. I love the way we're looking at one another in this photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTJFBXsYl_I/AAAAAAAAEhc/KhpdD89lwgU/s1600/vineyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTJFBXsYl_I/AAAAAAAAEhc/KhpdD89lwgU/s400/vineyard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562584379598346226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few more shots in the vineyard, it was time to make our way out. This time, I took the lead. Do you recognize this photo from our &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/semi-diy-thank-you-notes.html"&gt;thank-you notes&lt;/a&gt;?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTJFaAxIfJI/AAAAAAAAEiE/Y2iRoXhM0AA/s1600/thankyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTJFaAxIfJI/AAAAAAAAEiE/Y2iRoXhM0AA/s400/thankyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562584802940976274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slowly but surely, we made our way back to solid ground:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTJFYS8SUJI/AAAAAAAAEhk/898rE3PoR2k/s1600/careful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTJFYS8SUJI/AAAAAAAAEhk/898rE3PoR2k/s400/careful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562584773459857554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Look Mr. Cool, I went off-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roading&lt;/span&gt; into the vineyard in four-inch patent leather stilettos!":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTJFZaEr7VI/AAAAAAAAEh0/4XdYJdCmKZo/s1600/lookingback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTJFZaEr7VI/AAAAAAAAEh0/4XdYJdCmKZo/s400/lookingback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562584792554007890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even the parking lot at our venue provided a pretty backdrop for photos. Thank goodness the weather held out until we were done. I would have been sorely disappointed if it had started to rain before we got these lovely winery shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTJFZ7LVy4I/AAAAAAAAEh8/6955kda9mSQ/s1600/parkinglot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTJFZ7LVy4I/AAAAAAAAEh8/6955kda9mSQ/s400/parkinglot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562584801440287618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And with that, Mr. Cool took my arm and led me back into the bride's room just as our guests started to arrive. Finally, it was time to get married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTJFY-ILuoI/AAAAAAAAEhs/Iuuv21arZ5Y/s1600/holdinghands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTJFY-ILuoI/AAAAAAAAEhs/Iuuv21arZ5Y/s400/holdinghands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562584785052482178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did your take advantage of the photo ops provided by your venue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photos by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-6282666131412512866?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/6282666131412512866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-in-vineyard.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/6282666131412512866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/6282666131412512866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-in-vineyard.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: In the Vineyard'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TTJFyUl4ZeI/AAAAAAAAEiU/6LjcWGX5P-k/s72-c/hairback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-6025379710019429874</id><published>2011-01-14T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T06:22:00.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Happy Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.casinos-rus.com/las-vegas/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561739468770571106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS9ElFlW82I/AAAAAAAAEgk/uc0QcisbXEM/s320/vegas.jpg" border="0" /&gt; source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is everyone ready for the long weekend? I sure am, and it’s bound to be a good one since I’m headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas to celebrate my friend Miss A’s 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday! Mr. Cool is going to sit this one out since it’s a “girl’s only” trip. I’m looking forward to eating good food, dancing the night away and reconnecting with my high school friends in a fun city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few friends that have refused to go anywhere without their husbands after they got married, and that’s something I definitely don’t want to do. While I’ll certainly miss Mr. Cool this weekend, I’ll only be gone for two days, and I think it’s healthy for us to maintain our independence in our relationship. At the end of the day, we’re different people with different interests, and sometimes that means spending time apart. It also means having something to look forward to at the end of the weekend when I get to see him again. Happy Friday, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts on vacations without your significant other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-6025379710019429874?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/6025379710019429874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-friday_14.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/6025379710019429874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/6025379710019429874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-friday_14.html' title='Happy Friday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS9ElFlW82I/AAAAAAAAEgk/uc0QcisbXEM/s72-c/vegas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-1759819650378729802</id><published>2011-01-12T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T06:29:00.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother of the Bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: Formals</title><content type='html'>After our first look, it was time for formal shots with my and Mr. Cool’s immediate family and bridal party. If you has asked me a year ago, I would have told you that I wanted as few “formal” shots as possible. Sitting here today, I’m so grateful that our photographer (politely) insisted that we take formal photos, since these ended up being some of my favorites from the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the wedding, I equated the phrase “formal shots” with “posed,” “uncomfortable” and “stuffy.” Now that I’m on the other side, I’m happy to say that our formal/posed shots are anything but! After all, my all-time favorite wedding detail photo, the beloved “sock shot,” is posed, right? Just take a look – we had to plan this shot, and in my opinion it’s anything but stuffy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0k5hgEYdI/AAAAAAAAEgM/eoFWhd-EGoc/s1600/shoeshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0k5hgEYdI/AAAAAAAAEgM/eoFWhd-EGoc/s320/shoeshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561141685536448978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, our photographer captured a few traditional posed shots as well. First up, we took photographs with my side of the family. It will never stop hurting that my dad couldn't be here to be in this photo, but I love it nonetheless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0ktLpd9DI/AAAAAAAAEfs/a3xt5hRt6Jk/s1600/mombro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0ktLpd9DI/AAAAAAAAEfs/a3xt5hRt6Jk/s320/mombro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561141473511863346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also love this picture of me with my mom because she’s saying to me, “Wow [Party Planner Gal], did you ever think you would be this pretty?” For some reason, it doesn’t sound so great when I type it out, but trust me, it was a loving, beautiful compliment from my momma. I love her expression in this photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0kPntvWTI/AAAAAAAAEfU/oY0v0wIRL9E/s1600/memom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0kPntvWTI/AAAAAAAAEfU/oY0v0wIRL9E/s320/memom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561140965649897778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, we took some photos with my Bro and Mr. Cool’s beautiful sister, who is getting married this coming July:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0k55hLCJI/AAAAAAAAEgU/oXxCPm44jwg/s1600/siblings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0k55hLCJI/AAAAAAAAEgU/oXxCPm44jwg/s320/siblings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561141691983530130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Mr. Cool took some photos with his family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0ktlnZ_WI/AAAAAAAAEf8/nA3-O5nw-Ec/s1600/sachinfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0ktlnZ_WI/AAAAAAAAEf8/nA3-O5nw-Ec/s320/sachinfamily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561141480482536802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then it was time for bridal party photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0kOnHPSpI/AAAAAAAAEe8/ZYv0ojwlW4Y/s1600/bridalpartyformal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0kOnHPSpI/AAAAAAAAEe8/ZYv0ojwlW4Y/s320/bridalpartyformal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561140948308544146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0ktwxnHTI/AAAAAAAAEgE/XYRcU9JAEU4/s1600/sachingroomsmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0ktwxnHTI/AAAAAAAAEgE/XYRcU9JAEU4/s320/sachingroomsmen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561141483478129970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0ktQDsp2I/AAAAAAAAEf0/fq9OK2e44Fg/s1600/sachinBM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0ktQDsp2I/AAAAAAAAEf0/fq9OK2e44Fg/s320/sachinBM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561141474695620450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0ksn6SC2I/AAAAAAAAEfk/tTPw-YJIZUg/s1600/MOH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0ksn6SC2I/AAAAAAAAEfk/tTPw-YJIZUg/s320/MOH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561141463918709602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with my girls. This is seriously one of my favorite photos from our wedding day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0kO7oU1II/AAAAAAAAEfE/i598skt5ci8/s1600/girls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0kO7oU1II/AAAAAAAAEfE/i598skt5ci8/s320/girls2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561140953816028290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so glad that I decided to let my bridesmaids pick their own brown dresses. I think the fact that they all wore the same shoes and jewelry made for a cohesive look despite the fact that the dresses were mis-matched. It makes me really happy to know that they could pick something out that they loved and would (actually) wear again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our photographer stuck this photo in with the “posed” photo album she made, even though it’s a candid shot. I love this picture so much! As usual, I appear to be running my mouth and gesturing emphatically, and Mr. Cool is humoring me with an amused look on his face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0kPzZ6PaI/AAAAAAAAEfc/R_i4WsVJhyM/s1600/mesachin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0kPzZ6PaI/AAAAAAAAEfc/R_i4WsVJhyM/s320/mesachin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561140968787951010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of this round of posed shots, Mr. Cool’s socks got some glory, too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0oGJUu80I/AAAAAAAAEgc/YAjzZH3W6Eo/s1600/greenargyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0oGJUu80I/AAAAAAAAEgc/YAjzZH3W6Eo/s320/greenargyle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561145200919638850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0kPCtMu4I/AAAAAAAAEfM/MEHfl7gsp4k/s1600/girlshoeshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0kPCtMu4I/AAAAAAAAEfM/MEHfl7gsp4k/s320/girlshoeshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561140955715517314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up next, Mr. Cool and I sneak away to take some photos in the vineyard before we tie the knot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you end up loving your formal shots more than you anticipated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*All photographs by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com/"&gt;Paige Morrison&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/6645079444505997747-1759819650378729802?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/1759819650378729802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-formals.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/1759819650378729802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/1759819650378729802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-formals.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: Formals'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TS0k5hgEYdI/AAAAAAAAEgM/eoFWhd-EGoc/s72-c/shoeshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-685153321407990080</id><published>2011-01-10T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T06:55:09.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Budget-Friendly Tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receptions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceremonies'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: Venue Tour</title><content type='html'>No matter how hard I try, I can never put into words exactly how much I loved (and still love!) our wedding venue, &lt;a href="http://www.casarealevents.com/"&gt;Casa Real at Ruby Hill Winery&lt;/a&gt; in Pleasanton, California. I was planning to share our posed photos today, but decided instead to take you on a photo tour of the beautiful winery where Mr. Cool and I became husband and wife:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSkiuyPR_TI/AAAAAAAAEdE/i2D924QQvCA/s1600/venue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSkiuyPR_TI/AAAAAAAAEdE/i2D924QQvCA/s320/venue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560013402120781106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But first, I'll let you in on a secret - ours wasn't the first wedding we attended at this venue. Our good friends got married here over 4th of July weekend in 2009, and Mr. Cool remembered it when we were struggling to find a space that could accommodate our 300+ person guestlist. I was pretty sure this gorgeous venue wouldn't permit us to bring in an outside caterer, but since we were running short on options, I took my chances and called. Three days later, we sent in our deposit, and it was settled that we would get married on October 23 in California's &lt;a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/48084/the_other_wine_country_in_california.html"&gt;other wine country&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously, Napa gets all the glory, but the Livermore Valley is where it's at for winery weddings and tours without the hype (and inflated price tags).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here on out, I'll let the photos do the talking! First up, the beautiful vineyards and East Bay hills visible from the grounds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSklJZ7QmBI/AAAAAAAAEdc/Vg1zUScc2So/s1600/grounds2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSklJZ7QmBI/AAAAAAAAEdc/Vg1zUScc2So/s320/grounds2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560016058474076178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSklJLrN92I/AAAAAAAAEdU/0KYAS8-ZHUY/s1600/grapes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSklJLrN92I/AAAAAAAAEdU/0KYAS8-ZHUY/s320/grapes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560016054648698722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSklIxeJlAI/AAAAAAAAEdM/LvWOF_wXQro/s1600/breezeway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSklIxeJlAI/AAAAAAAAEdM/LvWOF_wXQro/s320/breezeway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560016047614563330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, the large entry hall where guests entered for our ceremony. Mr. Cool's parents hired a rangoli artist to create a beautiful design of colored rice in the entryway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSklzZFvmxI/AAAAAAAAEd0/WVCPg_BGXk0/s1600/fullrangoli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSklzZFvmxI/AAAAAAAAEd0/WVCPg_BGXk0/s320/fullrangoli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560016779804121874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSklt5knK7I/AAAAAAAAEds/Rdm6mPPbxJA/s1600/rangoli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSklt5knK7I/AAAAAAAAEds/Rdm6mPPbxJA/s320/rangoli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560016685444311986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next photo showcases the high ceilings and breezy feeling of the interior. Our awesome day-of-coordinator, Shannon, was at the back, making sure everything went smoothly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSkmbX94-UI/AAAAAAAAEd8/6GEEO9tMWL0/s1600/shannon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSkmbX94-UI/AAAAAAAAEd8/6GEEO9tMWL0/s320/shannon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560017466697513282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Through the hallway was the bride's dressing room, which was stocked with champagne, sparkling cider and trays of fruit, cheese and nuts. I was too nervous to eat, but everything looked delicious, and the room was so pretty and girly with a private restroom for the female contingency of the bridal party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSkm4EZLCmI/AAAAAAAAEeE/_1yizetnNvw/s1600/bridesroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSkm4EZLCmI/AAAAAAAAEeE/_1yizetnNvw/s320/bridesroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560017959659440738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up next, our ceremony space and mandap with lighting by &lt;a href="http://www.fantasysound.com/"&gt;Fantasy Sound Event Services&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSkncq0CaoI/AAAAAAAAEeU/_t9ErxCHxk0/s1600/mandap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSkncq0CaoI/AAAAAAAAEeU/_t9ErxCHxk0/s320/mandap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560018588447959682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSkncZ2tfCI/AAAAAAAAEeM/p5sblLi6Gfk/s1600/ceremonyroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSkncZ2tfCI/AAAAAAAAEeM/p5sblLi6Gfk/s320/ceremonyroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560018583895768098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our reception room with lit dance floor and view of the vineyards beyond:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSkpMD-VX-I/AAAAAAAAEek/bLaHPsvnNIk/s1600/receptionroom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSkpMD-VX-I/AAAAAAAAEek/bLaHPsvnNIk/s320/receptionroom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560020502167511010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSkpMe7U_MI/AAAAAAAAEes/8WyTz-KLE8M/s1600/dancefloor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSkpMe7U_MI/AAAAAAAAEes/8WyTz-KLE8M/s320/dancefloor2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560020509402660034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSkpL7PsZfI/AAAAAAAAEec/Gw0V9SzB8u0/s1600/receptionroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSkpL7PsZfI/AAAAAAAAEec/Gw0V9SzB8u0/s320/receptionroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560020499824403954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, the sun garden at dusk during the cocktail hour, which looked amazing against the backdrop of the cloudy sky:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSkptUALalI/AAAAAAAAEe0/FbpCqdsyvmM/s1600/sungardennight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSkptUALalI/AAAAAAAAEe0/FbpCqdsyvmM/s320/sungardennight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560021073405897298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We couldn't have asked for a more beautiful place to get married. Sometimes I take for granted how lucky I am in to live in Northern California, where the ocean, vineyards and mountains are all within an hour's drive. I really think we would have been hard pressed to find an "ugly" venue in the Bay Area, but Casa Real went above and beyond exceeding our high expectations. Possibly the biggest selling point for us was that this venue only hosts one event per day, so there was no chance of running into another group on the grounds while we had them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you know your wedding venue was "the one"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*With the exception of the following, all photos by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*Photo of grapes on the vine by Miss PJ's fiance, Mr. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-685153321407990080?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/685153321407990080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-venue-tour.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/685153321407990080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/685153321407990080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-venue-tour.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: Venue Tour'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSkiuyPR_TI/AAAAAAAAEdE/i2D924QQvCA/s72-c/venue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-8539683856797101274</id><published>2011-01-07T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T06:21:00.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank Yous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://manolohome.com/2008/12/04/paris-for-the-holidays/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559240004693203458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSZjVIThGgI/AAAAAAAAEco/UbowxLHa0lY/s320/paris.jpg" border="0" /&gt; source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, am I ever thankful that Friday is finally here. Is it just me, or is the first week back to work after the holidays somehow longer than all the other ones? In any event, I hope that everyone is having a great New Year so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the wedding, the holidays and even our thank-you notes finally behind us, I finally have found time to shift my focus to other things. At the top of my list is completely re-doing my home office, which I have designated as the oddly-shaped 10’x5’ narrow room off of our master bedroom. I’m thinking of going for a Paris Hotel Boutique look in shades of white, cream and gold with touches of soft pink and black here and there. I am currently drooling over &lt;a href="http://www.potterybarn.com/products/porter-collectors-desk-set/?pkey=e%7Cdesk%7C44%7Cbest%7C0%7C1%7C24%7C%7C4&amp;amp;sku=2414068&amp;amp;cm_src=PRODUCTSEARCHNoFacet-_-NoFacet-_-Sku_Top_Marketing_Rule-_-"&gt;this writing desk and chair&lt;/a&gt; from Pottery Barn, but I need more time to make peace with the price tag. Not sure how soon I’ll be able to start on this project, but it’s exciting to feel that craft itch again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday, everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-8539683856797101274?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8539683856797101274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-friday.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8539683856797101274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8539683856797101274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSZjVIThGgI/AAAAAAAAEco/UbowxLHa0lY/s72-c/paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-4801633946429316064</id><published>2011-01-05T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T06:22:00.421-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: Our First Look</title><content type='html'>When we &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-becoming-bride.html"&gt;left off&lt;/a&gt;, I was toasting to my wedding day with my bridesmaids in the bridal suite. I barely had time to gulp down half a glass of champagne before it was time to rush outside for our first look. Our day-of-coordinator came into the bridal suite to let me know that Mr. Cool was stationed in the sun garden, where our ceremony would have taken place if the weather had cooperated. Fortunately, it hadn’t started raining yet, so our first look could take place outside even if our ceremony couldn't:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, I had to put on my &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2009/11/eschewing-wedding-traditions-part-three.html"&gt;garter&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-my-my-my-my-boogie-shoes.html"&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSPLfr-L51I/AAAAAAAAEb4/NqtIQHej3Vo/s1600/garter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSPLfr-L51I/AAAAAAAAEb4/NqtIQHej3Vo/s320/garter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558510110345258834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSPLHHNdB0I/AAAAAAAAEbw/UCUy-A26vyM/s1600/lookingatshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSPLHHNdB0I/AAAAAAAAEbw/UCUy-A26vyM/s320/lookingatshoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558509688160323394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our day-of-coordinator and another Casa Real employee opened the gorgeous, oak doors that led from the entry hall to the sun garden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSPMFd7-hqI/AAAAAAAAEcA/LzWZBhnUbd8/s1600/1068728322_img_2686-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSPMFd7-hqI/AAAAAAAAEcA/LzWZBhnUbd8/s320/1068728322_img_2686-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558510759412926114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At this point, I was really nervous, but also excited to see my groom dressed up and ready to go. This was by far one of my favorite moments of the entire day, filled with joy and giddy anticipation. I couldn’t control myself any longer and started to fast-walk toward him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSPNMirx8DI/AAAAAAAAEcI/JfrFCYto7ng/s1600/1068729324_img_2691-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSPNMirx8DI/AAAAAAAAEcI/JfrFCYto7ng/s320/1068729324_img_2691-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558511980457881650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think he sensed my presence (or heard my clacking heels) behind him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSPNM5SdpYI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/At0d5nNZkts/s1600/1068724941_img_6718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSPNM5SdpYI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/At0d5nNZkts/s320/1068724941_img_6718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558511986525709698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I grabbed his hand and we promptly stood back to admire one another’s wedding day looks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSPNNixlCPI/AAAAAAAAEcY/wSyG_0qu_UU/s1600/1068726212_img_6724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSPNNixlCPI/AAAAAAAAEcY/wSyG_0qu_UU/s320/1068726212_img_6724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558511997662071026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few seconds, we kissed (and I attempted to balance my ten-pound bouquet in one hand):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSPNOAIZxMI/AAAAAAAAEcg/F2fpKQDF_Fw/s1600/1068727451_img_6725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSPNOAIZxMI/AAAAAAAAEcg/F2fpKQDF_Fw/s320/1068727451_img_6725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558512005542429890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't think of anything important to say, so I asked Mr. Cool if he liked my dress. He responded that "of course" he liked my dress, and told me that I looked beautiful. After enjoying each others' company for a few seconds longer, we walked back to rejoin the members of our bridal party, who had been watching our first look from the grand salon where our reception would take place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSPLGg6fDiI/AAAAAAAAEbo/Ux1mqCwpw40/s1600/bmslooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSPLGg6fDiI/AAAAAAAAEbo/Ux1mqCwpw40/s320/bmslooking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558509677880217122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSPLGSflSSI/AAAAAAAAEbg/Hzf7lD930pA/s1600/rejoinparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSPLGSflSSI/AAAAAAAAEbg/Hzf7lD930pA/s320/rejoinparty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558509674009282850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are a lot of different posts out there in the blogosphere addressing the pros and cons of having a first look before the ceremony. While I won’t rehash those arguments here, I do want to say that deciding to see one another before our wedding ceremonies was the right decision for us. Having a first look calmed our nerves, allowed us to spend more time with each other and provided the perfect opportunity to take photos before our venue became overrun with guests. More of those in posts to follow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next, formal shots, which ended up being some of my favorites of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you/did you see your significant other before the wedding?  If so, what are/were your reasons for having a first look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photographs by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-4801633946429316064?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/4801633946429316064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-our-first-look.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/4801633946429316064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/4801633946429316064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-our-first-look.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: Our First Look'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TSPLfr-L51I/AAAAAAAAEb4/NqtIQHej3Vo/s72-c/garter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-8175768207929079886</id><published>2011-01-03T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T06:28:00.458-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OOT Bags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother of the Bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: Becoming a Bride</title><content type='html'>When we left off, the boys had finished getting ready and made their way to the venue. I love that &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/01/thats-my-bro.html"&gt;my Bro&lt;/a&gt; managed to make good use of our &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/thursday-before-wedding-gifting-our-oot.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OOT&lt;/span&gt; bags&lt;/a&gt; on our wedding day. I was told that the moment the guys arrived, they were rushed to a back room so that there would be no accidental run-ins before our first look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_SqgqwmdI/AAAAAAAAEZw/ZrGevOEdbeA/s1600/boysvenue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_SqgqwmdI/AAAAAAAAEZw/ZrGevOEdbeA/s320/boysvenue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557392092964100562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, the girls were loading up and ready to go! I marched down the hallway with my bridal brigade, dress in tow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_Sqym9H2I/AAAAAAAAEZ4/s2-EjVyZauw/s1600/brigade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_Sqym9H2I/AAAAAAAAEZ4/s2-EjVyZauw/s320/brigade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557392097779982178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we arrived at the venue, we all stopped and surveyed the sky, which was threatening to attack us with raindrops at any minute. No matter, though, since it made for some spectacular, dramatic photos of our venue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_TO5Ce5QI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/6g_43edDv-g/s1600/1068839295_img_3398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_TO5Ce5QI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/6g_43edDv-g/s320/1068839295_img_3398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557392717981345026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we went inside, I barely had time to survey the set-up ceremony and reception spaces before I was rushed to the bridal suite where I would finally put on my gown and become a bride. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t share any photographs of my actual gown before the wedding, so I think it’s finally time it has its moment in the sun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_Tz4qUTaI/AAAAAAAAEag/nmrBgdgej5I/s1600/1068709664_img_2595-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_Tz4qUTaI/AAAAAAAAEag/nmrBgdgej5I/s320/1068709664_img_2595-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557393353535147426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_Tznpu2CI/AAAAAAAAEaY/Ox5aFKmdzLA/s1600/1068711692_img_2628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_Tznpu2CI/AAAAAAAAEaY/Ox5aFKmdzLA/s320/1068711692_img_2628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557393348969289762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_T0O3t1dI/AAAAAAAAEao/CZSn0OuzDZ8/s1600/1068716945_img_2614-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_T0O3t1dI/AAAAAAAAEao/CZSn0OuzDZ8/s320/1068716945_img_2614-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557393359496926674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can’t even begin to describe how much I loved my gown, the “&lt;a href="http://moderntrousseau.com/popups/jenni.html"&gt;Jenni&lt;/a&gt;” from &lt;a href="http://moderntrousseau.com/#start"&gt;Modern Trousseau’s&lt;/a&gt; Spring 2009 line. From its full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alencon&lt;/span&gt; lace back to its swishy, silk skirt with chiffon overlay, it was perfect for me. Despite all the drama I had to go through for this wedding gown, it was 100% worth it. I felt absolutely giddy as my mom, cousin/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MOH&lt;/span&gt; and bridesmaids lifted my gown over my hair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_UWBVtVOI/AAAAAAAAEaw/jKxmXRZ7p6w/s1600/1068721492_img_2701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_UWBVtVOI/AAAAAAAAEaw/jKxmXRZ7p6w/s320/1068721492_img_2701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557393939980178658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MOH&lt;/span&gt; were the star players in this special moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_VOSuznXI/AAAAAAAAEa4/Ys7-8WXAQ7E/s1600/momcousindress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_VOSuznXI/AAAAAAAAEa4/Ys7-8WXAQ7E/s320/momcousindress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557394906721525106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The looks on bridesmaid Mrs. O’s faces said it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_SradtVqI/AAAAAAAAEaA/oQSsgibsIkA/s1600/jackie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_SradtVqI/AAAAAAAAEaA/oQSsgibsIkA/s320/jackie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557392108478617250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One last tug of my corset in the back by bridesmaid Mrs. S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_VOudKAvI/AAAAAAAAEbA/S4qm-weg_Oc/s1600/cynthiadress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_VOudKAvI/AAAAAAAAEbA/S4qm-weg_Oc/s320/cynthiadress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557394914163688178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I was finally a bride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_XSUk5hNI/AAAAAAAAEbI/IfoVjNQlv4o/s1600/mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_XSUk5hNI/AAAAAAAAEbI/IfoVjNQlv4o/s320/mirror.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557397174959572178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After, I toasted to my wedding day with my best friends in the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_YALmbYGI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/AWncIlV56Ks/s1600/BMtoast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_YALmbYGI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/AWncIlV56Ks/s320/BMtoast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557397962824048738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And mentally prepared to see my groom at our first look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you wait to change into your gown at your venue, or did you arrive in full bridal attire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photographs by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-8175768207929079886?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8175768207929079886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-becoming-bride.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8175768207929079886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8175768207929079886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-of-our-lives-becoming-bride.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: Becoming a Bride'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TR_SqgqwmdI/AAAAAAAAEZw/ZrGevOEdbeA/s72-c/boysvenue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-3691460080819330966</id><published>2010-12-24T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:09:29.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Friday - Christmas Eve Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRJXvmK3saI/AAAAAAAAEZk/jVzcQkBSDJ8/s1600/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRJXvmK3saI/AAAAAAAAEZk/jVzcQkBSDJ8/s320/christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553597765712851362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.styleestate.com/style-estate-blog/coordinate-your-holiday-decor-with-your-interior-design-styl.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all of my lovely blog friends! Things have been pretty quiet around my corner of the internet, but I suspect that’s because everyone is enjoying holiday cheer and quality time away from their laptops. Sounds like a great idea to me, so I'm jumping on-board! For the first time since I began to regularly blog about our wedding, I’ll be taking a little break from the blogosphere. Not to fear – I promise to return on January 4th with a continuation of my wedding recaps. And of course, I'll still be around commenting on all of your blogs :)  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Happy Friday, everyone! Wishing you all a safe, warm and happy holiday!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Party Planner Gal&lt;/p&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/6645079444505997747-3691460080819330966?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/3691460080819330966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-friday-christmas-eve-edition.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/3691460080819330966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/3691460080819330966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-friday-christmas-eve-edition.html' title='Happy Friday - Christmas Eve Edition'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRJXvmK3saI/AAAAAAAAEZk/jVzcQkBSDJ8/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-7478054165733040824</id><published>2010-12-22T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:57:37.100-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: Pre-Wedding Gifts</title><content type='html'>I'm sure it will come as no surprise to you that I love giving and receiving gifts. Naturally, I was excited to participate in a pre-wedding gift exchange with my groom-to-be. Looking at the professional photos we received documenting the gift exchange, I think it was a great idea! But enough rambling . . . I'll let you be the judge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frantically wrapped Mr. Cool's gift just days before our wedding using leftover wrapping paper scraps, twine and shipping tags we had laying around our apartment. I attached a note to his &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/06/gifting-my-groom.html"&gt;circuit-board cufflinks&lt;/a&gt; instructing him to open this gift before he got dressed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRFQt0VjMTI/AAAAAAAAEY8/BmwNGerf_-A/s1600/SachinGift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRFQt0VjMTI/AAAAAAAAEY8/BmwNGerf_-A/s320/SachinGift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553308563597898034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But first, he read the card I had written out for him. I love his expression in this photograph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRFQti6QjlI/AAAAAAAAEY0/7qXQpO0ls4Q/s1600/SachinCard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRFQti6QjlI/AAAAAAAAEY0/7qXQpO0ls4Q/s320/SachinCard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553308558920027730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, he tore into his gift:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRFQus9HsGI/AAAAAAAAEZM/vdW19s_8BXw/s1600/unwrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRFQus9HsGI/AAAAAAAAEZM/vdW19s_8BXw/s320/unwrap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553308578796253282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Judging by the smile on his face, he liked what he saw. I swear I married this man for his 1,000 kilowatt smile, which never fails to pull me out of even the gnarliest of moods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRFQuJZTneI/AAAAAAAAEZE/6Km-UPBVCHo/s1600/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRFQuJZTneI/AAAAAAAAEZE/6Km-UPBVCHo/s320/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553308569250799074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Mr. Cool got dressed, our awesome photog snapped a closeup of his cufflinks in action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRFQVLkHDcI/AAAAAAAAEYM/6smG1MS96pM/s1600/cufflink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRFQVLkHDcI/AAAAAAAAEYM/6smG1MS96pM/s320/cufflink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553308140336254402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, I had a card and gift waiting for me in my suite as well. I took a moment alone by the window to read some of the most beautiful words that Mr. Cool has ever written to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRFSVBTlj0I/AAAAAAAAEZc/aaLd77jaG-g/s1600/kimcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRFSVBTlj0I/AAAAAAAAEZc/aaLd77jaG-g/s320/kimcard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553310336605851458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After, I wasted no time tearing into my gift:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRFQV4UTPbI/AAAAAAAAEYk/UeKCVVa4PXs/s1600/kimunwrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRFQV4UTPbI/AAAAAAAAEYk/UeKCVVa4PXs/s320/kimunwrap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553308152349539762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I gasped at the dainty, glinting white gold and aquamarine ring that was waiting inside for me. I promptly put that beauty on my right hand and modeled it for all to see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRFQWFUqnlI/AAAAAAAAEYs/FnTDMhy7OHk/s1600/ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRFQWFUqnlI/AAAAAAAAEYs/FnTDMhy7OHk/s320/ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553308155840732754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After, I abandoned the wrapping paper in a pile near the windowsill and got ready to head to our venue, where I would finally put on my gown and become a bride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRFQu3GjcrI/AAAAAAAAEZU/psfs6DQgPLA/s1600/wrapscraps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRFQu3GjcrI/AAAAAAAAEZU/psfs6DQgPLA/s320/wrapscraps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553308581520175794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you and your groom exchange gifts before the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photos in this post by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com/"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-7478054165733040824?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/7478054165733040824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/party-of-our-lives-pre-wedding-gifts.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/7478054165733040824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/7478054165733040824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/party-of-our-lives-pre-wedding-gifts.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: Pre-Wedding Gifts'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TRFQt0VjMTI/AAAAAAAAEY8/BmwNGerf_-A/s72-c/SachinGift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-5819917765976955874</id><published>2010-12-20T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T06:30:42.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Product Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Color Schemes'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: The Boys Get Ready</title><content type='html'>While the girls were running around to get to their &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/party-of-our-lives-girls-get-ready.html"&gt;hair and makeup appointments&lt;/a&gt;, the boys were having a leisurely morning in the suite that bridesmaid Miss P generously reserved for them. She was even nice enough to stock it with beer and snacks. I think it's safe to say that the boys' morning looked a bit like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ72PIHkZ3I/AAAAAAAAEWM/M2BctslAB9A/s1600/beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ72PIHkZ3I/AAAAAAAAEWM/M2BctslAB9A/s320/beer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552646130332100466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least one of the guys had the good sense to actually hang his tuxedo properly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ728U-N0SI/AAAAAAAAEX8/2kNNRfRyJbQ/s1600/tuxedo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ728U-N0SI/AAAAAAAAEX8/2kNNRfRyJbQ/s320/tuxedo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552646906876645666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had asked Mr. Cool to tell his groomsmen to be at his suite by 11:00 to start getting ready, since the shuttle to the venue was set to leave promptly at 12:15. The groomsmen bouts from etsy seller &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/ericacavanagh"&gt;ericacavanagh&lt;/a&gt; were waiting for the guys in their suite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ72k-0ICmI/AAAAAAAAEXE/mQoSDm-O_6E/s1600/gmbout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ72k-0ICmI/AAAAAAAAEXE/mQoSDm-O_6E/s320/gmbout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552646505791752802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Cool laid out all of the bouts for his groomsmen to put on once they were ready:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ72PyMd-eI/AAAAAAAAEWk/KajedMTPUUk/s1600/boysbouts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ72PyMd-eI/AAAAAAAAEWk/KajedMTPUUk/s320/boysbouts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552646141626939874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Cool's bout was in the same style as the rest of the groomsmen bouts, but his was done in olivine and forest green as opposed to gold and brown. I loved working with this etsy seller, and I loved the way the bouts turned out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ727VnlkZI/AAAAAAAAEXc/dIJPbT0n30U/s1600/SachinBout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ727VnlkZI/AAAAAAAAEXc/dIJPbT0n30U/s320/SachinBout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552646889870299538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Groomsmen Mr. R and Mr. B had fun modeling their argyle socks from &lt;a href="http://www.golfknickers.com/"&gt;golfknickers.com&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ72lV_jfQI/AAAAAAAAEXU/3i8UaHR1VVE/s1600/modelsocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ72lV_jfQI/AAAAAAAAEXU/3i8UaHR1VVE/s320/modelsocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552646512013704450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ72753OLyI/AAAAAAAAEXs/LBK3fIRjN8E/s1600/socks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ72753OLyI/AAAAAAAAEXs/LBK3fIRjN8E/s320/socks1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552646899599552290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While groomsman Mr. P went online to try and figure out how to tie a tie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ72lCmGGQI/AAAAAAAAEXM/EQ7oR2r6BUQ/s1600/howtotie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ72lCmGGQI/AAAAAAAAEXM/EQ7oR2r6BUQ/s320/howtotie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552646506806647042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Funny fact: neither Mr. Cool nor the majority of his groomsmen wear ties on a regular basis. Most of them are in the computer engineering field, which is known in California for having a laid-back policy when it comes to office attire. Fortunately, Mr. Cool's best man Mr. E is a doctor who regularly rocks a tie. Naturally, he stepped in to save the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ72knmdbAI/AAAAAAAAEW8/OxrrIy6U4Mc/s1600/elitie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ72knmdbAI/AAAAAAAAEW8/OxrrIy6U4Mc/s320/elitie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552646499560418306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ72PaCj0mI/AAAAAAAAEWU/9XKcbPjUPdE/s1600/biptie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ72PaCj0mI/AAAAAAAAEWU/9XKcbPjUPdE/s320/biptie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552646135142928994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With bouts, socks and ties in place, the boys were ready to head to the venue. But not before the first toast of the day was had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ728AB4zEI/AAAAAAAAEX0/DDji0dIhGOU/s1600/toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ728AB4zEI/AAAAAAAAEX0/DDji0dIhGOU/s320/toast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552646901254900802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And not before Mr. Cool answered my frantic call telling him not to come downstairs until I was safely up in my suite. Unfortunately, I returned from my hair appointment right as the boys were scheduled to board the shuttle to the venue. Once I realized my mistake, I called Mr. Cool and asked him to sit tight until I was safely in my room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ72QCTUPbI/AAAAAAAAEWs/p_oyU_bfFvI/s1600/cellphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ72QCTUPbI/AAAAAAAAEWs/p_oyU_bfFvI/s320/cellphone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552646145950629298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Five minutes after that, the coast was clear, and the men were on their way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ73Bl-v8UI/AAAAAAAAEYE/Xo-J_yDnGDU/s1600/van.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ73Bl-v8UI/AAAAAAAAEYE/Xo-J_yDnGDU/s320/van.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552646997341630786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you almost accidentally have a run-in with your groom prior to your ceremony or first look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photos in this post by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com/"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-5819917765976955874?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/5819917765976955874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/party-of-our-lives-boys-get-ready.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/5819917765976955874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/5819917765976955874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/party-of-our-lives-boys-get-ready.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: The Boys Get Ready'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQ72PIHkZ3I/AAAAAAAAEWM/M2BctslAB9A/s72-c/beer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-2368721622303309475</id><published>2010-12-17T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T06:22:00.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQsIqiufC9I/AAAAAAAAEWE/aBI11j4MLkk/s1600/DSC03201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQsIqiufC9I/AAAAAAAAEWE/aBI11j4MLkk/s320/DSC03201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551540492633574354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQsCg5RFm2I/AAAAAAAAEVs/MlUBDIKDptI/s1600/DSC03243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQsCg5RFm2I/AAAAAAAAEVs/MlUBDIKDptI/s320/DSC03243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551533729815829346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today's "Happy Friday" images are brought to you by our Christmas tree! There's nothing better than coming home and plugging in the lights that Mr. Cool painstakingly strung around the first tree we picked out together. I love turning off all the lights except for those on the tree and watching them twinkle late into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree skirt is a splurge from Crate &amp;amp; Barrel. I was immediately attracted to the bright colors, but now they're all covered up by a mountain of presents. This year, I wrapped our packages in natural kraft paper and used leftover wedding supplies to dress them up. Do you recognize the doilies and shipping tags from some of our other projects? I'm happy that we're finding ways to put those mountains of leftover craft supplies to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's time to share my Christmas gift from bridesmaid Miss P: an ornament that looks like a pair of Christian Louboutin shoes! Check out those gorgeous red soles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQsDIoXgoPI/AAAAAAAAEV8/pTH1eshNHYc/s1600/DSC03251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQsDIoXgoPI/AAAAAAAAEV8/pTH1eshNHYc/s320/DSC03251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551534412474130674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really don't think there' a more perfect ornament for me in the world. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm headed out to happy hour to celebrate a co-worker's birthday. Tomorrow, Mr. Cool and I are attending a birthday party, a Christmas party and hopefully meeting up with some other friends afterward for late night drinks. On Sunday, we're having Mr. Cool's best man, his wife and their children over for a holiday brunch. The next few days will be busy, but really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday, everyone! What are you up to this weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-2368721622303309475?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/2368721622303309475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-friday_17.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/2368721622303309475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/2368721622303309475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-friday_17.html' title='Happy Friday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQsIqiufC9I/AAAAAAAAEWE/aBI11j4MLkk/s72-c/DSC03201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-7358037555855737451</id><published>2010-12-16T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T06:26:00.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invitations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>DIY New Year's Eve Party Invites</title><content type='html'>I interrupt our wedding recaps (once again) to bring a non-wedding-related DIY project that may or may not be helpful to future brides-to-be: our New Year's Eve Party invitations! In all honesty, I wanted to keep plugging away at my recaps today, but: 1) life has been really crazy this week, and I haven't found a ton of time to blog; and 2) our New Year's Eve invites turned out really cute! I loved our wedding so much I would hate to post a recap without putting my all into it, and right now I just don't have my all to give. So invites it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enough blabbing! Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQmAQOARjmI/AAAAAAAAEVM/hgogr0OaQjM/s1600/DSC03208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQmAQOARjmI/AAAAAAAAEVM/hgogr0OaQjM/s320/DSC03208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551109031836356194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the eight-month-long process of making our &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/07/suite-reveal.html"&gt;wedding invitations&lt;/a&gt;, we learned a ton of lessons and decided to keep these simple. Of course we ran into a few hiccups along the way, but most involved struggling with the settings on our printer. All in all, it took a little over one week to design, print, assemble and mail 35 of these babies. Not to shabby, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a closer look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQmARItTokI/AAAAAAAAEVk/RgZtIqMHGIQ/s1600/DSC03207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQmARItTokI/AAAAAAAAEVk/RgZtIqMHGIQ/s320/DSC03207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551109047594492482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why yes, that is a real Swarovski crystal glued to the chandelier graphic, which I found for free on &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/"&gt;weddingbee&lt;/a&gt; and cut and paste into my old standby, Microsoft Word. The script-y font is Edwardian Script, and the font used for "2011" is Baskerville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Cool and I printed the invitations onto 4x6" glossy photo paper, and backed them with A6-sized silver shimmer paper from &lt;a href="http://www.paper-source.com/"&gt;Paper Source&lt;/a&gt;. After mounting the invites to the backing with a glue stick and double-sided tape, I trimmed the silver backing to create an even border all the way around. After, I used Alene's tacky glue to adhere Swarovski crystals to the chandelier graphics on the invites. This photo fails to capture the sparkle factor of the crystals, but trust me, they look great in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQmAQ0Y9cGI/AAAAAAAAEVc/VdZeoHrgfgo/s1600/DSC03205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQmAQ0Y9cGI/AAAAAAAAEVc/VdZeoHrgfgo/s320/DSC03205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551109042140442722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they are, all lined up to dry on our dining room table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQmAQXRQ4mI/AAAAAAAAEVU/n9YrpXgYZnM/s1600/DSC03203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQmAQXRQ4mI/AAAAAAAAEVU/n9YrpXgYZnM/s320/DSC03203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551109034323534434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a final touch, I lined black Paper Source A6-sized envelopes with some pretty silver and white wrapping paper I found at Walgreen's (shown in first photo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope these invites convey the mood of the sophisticated-yet-fun New Year's Eve party Mr. Cool and I plan to throw. I've been brainstorming like crazy, and can't wait to cook up a bunch of yummy appetizers and cocktails. And decorations, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy with how these turned out, and it just goes to show that you don't necessarily need a ton of computer skills, craft supplies or time to create some really special invites. My one regret is that I didn't Gocco our return address on the back flap of the envelopes. I ran out of time, but I think the silver ink would have looked great against the black flaps. Instead, we used ordinary return address labels, which I'm very "meh" about. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your New Year's Eve plans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-7358037555855737451?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/7358037555855737451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/diy-new-years-eve-party-invites.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/7358037555855737451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/7358037555855737451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/diy-new-years-eve-party-invites.html' title='DIY New Year&apos;s Eve Party Invites'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQmAQOARjmI/AAAAAAAAEVM/hgogr0OaQjM/s72-c/DSC03208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-6686369628650457026</id><published>2010-12-14T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T06:28:00.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother of the Bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>The Party of Our Lives: The Girls Get Ready</title><content type='html'>After the &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/mangia-mangia.html"&gt;rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, I went back to my hotel room for a good night’s sleep while Mr. Cool drove to his parents’ house in the South Bay. I was just getting ready to call it a night when I heard a loud ruckus erupt in the hallway near the door to my suite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, it was my brother and my cousin/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MOH&lt;/span&gt;’s boyfriend, both of whom may or may not have had a little too much wine at our rehearsal dinner. I let them in and they proceeded to raid some of the snacks my mom had bought for the girls to munch on the next day. I let the boys hang for about 45 minutes before I kicked them out. I finally got to sleep around midnight, and slept surprisingly well considering: 1) I was coming down with a head cold; and 2) I was getting married the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning started bright and early with hair and makeup for the ladies. My cousin/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MOH&lt;/span&gt; had the first makeup appointment in the suite at 8:30 a.m. Our makeup artist, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vy&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.exquisitefaces.com/"&gt;Exquisite Faces&lt;/a&gt;, was right on time. After setting up shop at the desk in the living room, she got to work on my cousin’s makeup:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb4xQk9cHI/AAAAAAAAETk/tPxdl-2FD00/s1600/DSC02903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb4xQk9cHI/AAAAAAAAETk/tPxdl-2FD00/s320/DSC02903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550397115927982194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, it was my turn to get beautified. Bridesmaid Mrs. O snapped some photos along the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb4xj4-soI/AAAAAAAAETs/DPbWXGqjee4/s1600/DSC02906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb4xj4-soI/AAAAAAAAETs/DPbWXGqjee4/s320/DSC02906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550397121112224386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After my makeup was done, I took my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Valentinos&lt;/span&gt; for a quick spin around the hotel room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb4x8Z1OAI/AAAAAAAAET0/4XliSWut-SM/s1600/DSC02907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb4x8Z1OAI/AAAAAAAAET0/4XliSWut-SM/s320/DSC02907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550397127692466178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, it was my mom’s turn to jump in the makeup chair. I was so excited that she decided to wear false eyelashes for the first time ever on my wedding day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb4yWl2-2I/AAAAAAAAET8/DqzJAJDLc5s/s1600/DSC02909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb4yWl2-2I/AAAAAAAAET8/DqzJAJDLc5s/s320/DSC02909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550397134722235234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, several of my bridesmaids were at the salon having their hair done by our awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friendor&lt;/span&gt;, Jackie of &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/flair-by-jackie-pleasanton"&gt;Flair by Jackie&lt;/a&gt;. I had the last hair appointment of the morning at 11:00 a.m. I drove to the salon in time to visit my cousin/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MOH&lt;/span&gt;, who had requested a Jessica Alba inspired &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;updo&lt;/span&gt;. Her hair was in the beginning stages when I arrived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb55upNWiI/AAAAAAAAEUM/AtqRWW61dEQ/s1600/DSC02911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb55upNWiI/AAAAAAAAEUM/AtqRWW61dEQ/s320/DSC02911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550398360949447202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bridesmaid Mrs. S was just finishing up when I jumped in her face with the camera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb4ytIRlRI/AAAAAAAAEUE/qTkqE2EwzFU/s1600/DSC02910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb4ytIRlRI/AAAAAAAAEUE/qTkqE2EwzFU/s320/DSC02910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550397140772164882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, it was my turn! The hair appointment flew by, and I was excited that Jackie was able to seamlessly blend my hairpiece in with my real hair. Wanna see? Check out my first pro photo to be revealed on my blog*. We're jumping ahead a bit, but I can't resist showing this photo of the back of my hair. I loved how it turned out, and I love my feather/flower &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fascinator&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;etsy&lt;/span&gt; seller &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/veillady"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;veillady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb8n7bu5CI/AAAAAAAAEUk/yhGYwN3Is44/s1600/1068735280_img_2737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb8n7bu5CI/AAAAAAAAEUk/yhGYwN3Is44/s320/1068735280_img_2737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550401353679823906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And because I promised more than one pro photo in this post, here are a few of the scene in the hotel room as my lovely ladies and I prepared for the day ahead:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb-lm8XjCI/AAAAAAAAEU8/wN8FR5OLjvY/s1600/1068716178_img_2649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb-lm8XjCI/AAAAAAAAEU8/wN8FR5OLjvY/s320/1068716178_img_2649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550403512843078690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My face says, "wow, this is really happening!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb-laALjSI/AAAAAAAAEU0/65taqqxjvxo/s1600/1068713423_img_2636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb-laALjSI/AAAAAAAAEU0/65taqqxjvxo/s320/1068713423_img_2636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550403509369408802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bridesmaid Miss P looking beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQcAbh6mGMI/AAAAAAAAEVE/yyTmRytbNNI/s1600/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQcAbh6mGMI/AAAAAAAAEVE/yyTmRytbNNI/s320/flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550405538718030018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our leftover rehearsal dinner arrangements livened up the suite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb-lJBdcOI/AAAAAAAAEUs/3-yeUDtEcM8/s1600/1068708645_img_2602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb-lJBdcOI/AAAAAAAAEUs/3-yeUDtEcM8/s320/1068708645_img_2602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550403504811372770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bridesmaid Mrs. S. - she's a little over a month and a half pregnant in this photo :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She told me about it after we got back from our honeymoon, though I had my suspicions - sneaky girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next, the boys get ready and Mr. Cool and I exchange gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you able to get ready with your bridesmaids before the wedding festivities began?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photos after this point by &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com/"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-6686369628650457026?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/6686369628650457026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/party-of-our-lives-girls-get-ready.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/6686369628650457026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/6686369628650457026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/party-of-our-lives-girls-get-ready.html' title='The Party of Our Lives: The Girls Get Ready'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQb4xQk9cHI/AAAAAAAAETk/tPxdl-2FD00/s72-c/DSC02903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-911735384021024567</id><published>2010-12-13T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T06:43:21.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cocktail Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother of the Bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rehearsal Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorations'/><title type='text'>Mangia! Mangia!</title><content type='html'>After our &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/friday-evening-before-wedding-we.html"&gt;rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, we all carpooled from the hotel to our rehearsal dinner venue, &lt;a href="http://www.campodibocce.com/"&gt;Campo di Bocce&lt;/a&gt;. I snapped this shot of the &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/09/full-moon-wedding.html"&gt;almost-full moon&lt;/a&gt; on my camera before we entered the restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQW6ig6eSiI/AAAAAAAAERo/V4jQXu0BWHI/s1600/DSC02755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQW6ig6eSiI/AAAAAAAAERo/V4jQXu0BWHI/s320/DSC02755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550047217917512226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a good thing, too, since this was the last view of a semi-clear sky we would see for the rest of the weekend. Once we got inside the restaurant, all of our friends and family were already in the private banquet room, ready to kick off the festivities. Bridesmaid Miss P managed to get a  shot of one of our &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/friday-morning-before-wedding-diy.html"&gt;DIY centerpieces&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQW8SpCwXoI/AAAAAAAAERw/dnlyL2WOLag/s1600/centerpiece1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQW8SpCwXoI/AAAAAAAAERw/dnlyL2WOLag/s320/centerpiece1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550049144245083778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Mr. Cool and I greeted our guests:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQW8f97WF4I/AAAAAAAAER4/XQ6Sfl1eJhs/s1600/kimpreeya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQW8f97WF4I/AAAAAAAAER4/XQ6Sfl1eJhs/s320/kimpreeya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550049373189445506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Posing with bridesmaid Miss PJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, no one seems to have any photos of the food, but it was delicious! Bruschetta, green salad, four cheese pasta and chicken marsala were a few of the items on the menu. I like to think that the food was devoured so quickly, no one could get a photo of it in time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toward the end of the meal, Mr. Cool and I stood up to give some "thank-you" speeches and hand out gifts to our bridal party. Our friendor emcee and musicians each received iTunes gift certificates:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQW-YIedfrI/AAAAAAAAESA/Hh2i1JuGgfY/s1600/emcee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQW-YIedfrI/AAAAAAAAESA/Hh2i1JuGgfY/s320/emcee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550051437605387954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our lovely emcee, Mr. Cool's former roommate and good friend, Miss J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQW-YwVr2gI/AAAAAAAAESQ/81Ok3e1On_E/s1600/scott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQW-YwVr2gI/AAAAAAAAESQ/81Ok3e1On_E/s320/scott.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550051448305998338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our talented musician/songwriter friend, Mr. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQW-YpjKzkI/AAAAAAAAESI/EHfBEAa2EQo/s1600/joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQW-YpjKzkI/AAAAAAAAESI/EHfBEAa2EQo/s320/joe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550051446483504706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And our other extremely talented musician friend, Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After, I said a few words about my close family members and each of my bridesmaids before I distributed their gifts. There were tears, laughter and hugs all around:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQXBJeo8NlI/AAAAAAAAESo/RE0L7gZvwSo/s1600/laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQXBJeo8NlI/AAAAAAAAESo/RE0L7gZvwSo/s320/laugh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550054484391769682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laughing along with Mr. Cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQXBI4wLhxI/AAAAAAAAESg/lsqdqfEw7UA/s1600/MOH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQXBI4wLhxI/AAAAAAAAESg/lsqdqfEw7UA/s320/MOH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550054474221586194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hugging my cousin/MOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQXBIq2Se_I/AAAAAAAAESY/wN4aZ34j0_s/s1600/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQXBIq2Se_I/AAAAAAAAESY/wN4aZ34j0_s/s320/mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550054470489111538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After I was finished distributing my bridal party gifts, it was Mr. Cool's turn to gift his groomsmen - each of them received a personalized vintage-style bar sign, along with their &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/07/dressing-groom.html"&gt;gold argyle socks&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2009/11/dressing-gents-part-two-its-starting-to.html"&gt;ties&lt;/a&gt;:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQXCh9sWl9I/AAAAAAAAES4/ds2cSslH0Po/s1600/pal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQXCh9sWl9I/AAAAAAAAES4/ds2cSslH0Po/s320/pal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550056004556068818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Cool with groomsman Mr. P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQXChqh0WkI/AAAAAAAAESw/Rpe_IpVxOzQ/s1600/ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQXChqh0WkI/AAAAAAAAESw/Rpe_IpVxOzQ/s320/ryan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550055999411608130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And with groomsman Mr. R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After dinner was over, it was time to head outside of the banquet room for more wine:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQXEM2QbwBI/AAAAAAAAETE/bOlGELRp2xA/s1600/wine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQXEM2QbwBI/AAAAAAAAETE/bOlGELRp2xA/s320/wine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550057840805920786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo my Miss PJ's fiance, Mr. P - talented, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And bocce ball:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQXEOanhITI/AAAAAAAAETU/bv15mW7ZhOI/s1600/Pbocce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQXEOanhITI/AAAAAAAAETU/bv15mW7ZhOI/s320/Pbocce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550057867746287922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. P in action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQXENs4-kvI/AAAAAAAAETM/lDZBgumsLB8/s1600/jbocce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQXENs4-kvI/AAAAAAAAETM/lDZBgumsLB8/s320/jbocce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550057855471489778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mrs. O takes the court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was excited to see almost all of the girls making use of the flip-flops we had provided for them:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQXEPB__bAI/AAAAAAAAETc/0yq-GUXgIvs/s1600/flops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQXEPB__bAI/AAAAAAAAETc/0yq-GUXgIvs/s320/flops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550057878317919234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss E, rocking some yellow flops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before we knew it, it was 10:30 p.m., and time for our rehearsal dinner to come to an end. We had such a great time socializing with all of our close friends and family. We didn't want to leave, but knew that we had to because we had a big day ahead of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next, the ladies get beautiful (and I start showing off some of our pro pics)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photos in this post by bridesmaid Miss P unless otherwise noted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6645079444505997747-911735384021024567?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/911735384021024567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/mangia-mangia.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/911735384021024567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/911735384021024567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/mangia-mangia.html' title='Mangia! Mangia!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQW6ig6eSiI/AAAAAAAAERo/V4jQXu0BWHI/s72-c/DSC02755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-4609959078165051777</id><published>2010-12-10T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T06:12:00.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invitations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQHD1wRCcXI/AAAAAAAAERc/AMCOxCdFABI/s1600/decor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQHD1wRCcXI/AAAAAAAAERc/AMCOxCdFABI/s320/decor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548931544154009970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celebratewithstyle.com/site/departments/flowers-decor/party-holiday-decor/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas around these parts. Our apartment is decorated, our packages are wrapped and under the tree and I even purchased two new ornaments for Mr. Cool and I this week. I bought a Grinch ornament for him and a shoe ornament for myself. The shoe is self-explanatory if you have followed my blog for any amount of time, and the Grinch is because Mr. Cool likes to act like a Humbug around this time of year. I secretly think that he really loves the holidays, even if he is always in charge of boring tasks like stringing lights on the tree because he is tall. After all, this is the only time of year you can get eggnog, and that's one of his favorite things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we're headed to Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cool's&lt;/span&gt; relatives' house for an early Christmas celebration. Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cool's&lt;/span&gt; extended family is headed to India for the holidays, so this will be our last time to visit with them before the new year. After, we will try to stop by bridesmaid Miss PJ's holiday potluck dinner nearby. Tomorrow, bridesmaid Miss P is hosting a holiday party at her apartment before she heads to Europe for Christmas and New Year's Eve. On Sunday, I need to finish up our New Year's Eve party invitations. I promise to share once they're done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday, everyone!&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/6645079444505997747-4609959078165051777?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/4609959078165051777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-friday_10.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/4609959078165051777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/4609959078165051777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-friday_10.html' title='Happy Friday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQHD1wRCcXI/AAAAAAAAERc/AMCOxCdFABI/s72-c/decor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-5644252534950010891</id><published>2010-12-09T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T11:21:42.580-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rehearsal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Traditions'/><title type='text'>Friday Evening Before the Wedding: We Rehearse</title><content type='html'>On  our way back to the hotel from the &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/friday-afternoon-before-wedding-welcome.html"&gt;nail salon&lt;/a&gt;, the traffic was even  worse than before. I had big dreams of re-doing my hair and makeup  before the first “official” wedding weekend event, but by the time we  got back, the rehearsal was set to begin in just 15 minutes! I quickly  ran a flat-iron through my hair and changed into my rehearsal outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  you remember &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/09/rehearsal-dinner-style.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;, I was torn between wearing a little white dress  and my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LBD&lt;/span&gt; to our rehearsal festivities. Turns out, I ended up  choosing neither and went for this subtle turquoise dress instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQBr3BIHruI/AAAAAAAAEO0/TXiie9S0FLw/s1600/flutter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQBr3BIHruI/AAAAAAAAEO0/TXiie9S0FLw/s320/flutter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548553333859921634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kaboodle.com/reviews/flutter-sleeve-charlotte-dress"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,  it’s the same as my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LBD&lt;/span&gt;, just in a different color. That’s how I roll  when I find something I like – I snatch it up in every color available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  quickly ran downstairs to the conference room where several of our  guests were already waiting – again, the rain had ruined our plans of  having an outdoor rehearsal next to the gazebo. Good thing Mr. Cool had  reserved the conference room as a backup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering why we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have our rehearsal at our venue. Turns  out, there was another wedding at our venue that night, so any rehearsal at the  venue would have had to conclude by the early afternoon. Mr.  Cool and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;’t feel right about asking our friends and families to  take a day off work to attend our rehearsal, so we decided to have it  “off location” later in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once  I got to the conference room, our friends Mr. S and Mr. J were all set  up with their acoustic guitars, ready to practice the ceremony music. Mr. J is a songwriter, and Mr. S is an accomplished mandolin player who plays with a pretty well-known bluegrass band on occasion. We were so lucky that they agreed to play acoustic music during our Catholic wedding ceremony!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQDsgDkCi-I/AAAAAAAAEQ8/66GIoJPY3ko/s1600/DSC02790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQDsgDkCi-I/AAAAAAAAEQ8/66GIoJPY3ko/s320/DSC02790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548694776376888290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Catholic officiant and day-of-coordinator, Shannon, kicked off the rehearsal with an introduction:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQBuuNF8XzI/AAAAAAAAEPM/y5FN3KO3jII/s1600/DSC02795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQBuuNF8XzI/AAAAAAAAEPM/y5FN3KO3jII/s320/DSC02795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548556480988077874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our  officiant, Father Robert, took charge after that. And when I say he “took charge,” I  mean he really took charge. He has performed a lot of marriage  ceremonies at our venue, and accounts for every possibility, glitch and  snafu that may occur. I think my bridesmaids were a bit scared of him,  but Mr. Cool and I know this is how he is, so we just laughed it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQBvcHKmC4I/AAAAAAAAEPU/yb0znKUlZvk/s1600/DSC02815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQBvcHKmC4I/AAAAAAAAEPU/yb0znKUlZvk/s320/DSC02815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548557269670955906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After, it was time for the entire party to practice lining up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQBwE8yraEI/AAAAAAAAEPc/9PDw5soyFww/s1600/DSC02808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQBwE8yraEI/AAAAAAAAEPc/9PDw5soyFww/s320/DSC02808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548557971260926018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My ribbon/gift topper bouquet from my &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/08/showered.html"&gt;bridal shower&lt;/a&gt; made a few appearances throughout the rehearsal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQBxJJFPDWI/AAAAAAAAEPk/zwA5jaJpWI4/s1600/DSC02818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQBxJJFPDWI/AAAAAAAAEPk/zwA5jaJpWI4/s320/DSC02818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548559142791089506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my bridesmaids/readers took turns practicing their readings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQByaIJQ4nI/AAAAAAAAEQE/LLgh0OBNUoI/s1600/DSC02828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQByaIJQ4nI/AAAAAAAAEQE/LLgh0OBNUoI/s320/DSC02828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548560534108955250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQByZohOSEI/AAAAAAAAEP8/Ye626BgDwR0/s1600/DSC02827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQByZohOSEI/AAAAAAAAEP8/Ye626BgDwR0/s320/DSC02827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548560525619513410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQByZTwQPcI/AAAAAAAAEP0/sJ2IZgmOojk/s1600/DSC02825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQByZTwQPcI/AAAAAAAAEP0/sJ2IZgmOojk/s320/DSC02825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548560520045411778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQByY7jKNVI/AAAAAAAAEPs/JN6M2yGtplw/s1600/DSC02824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQByY7jKNVI/AAAAAAAAEPs/JN6M2yGtplw/s320/DSC02824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548560513548039506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I  gave my Bro a nervous look before we practiced our walk. It felt  surreal that this was all happening, and my Bro was taking his job to  not start walking until I was ready very seriously:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQBzEmaxaiI/AAAAAAAAEQM/mDKck8wmlzY/s1600/DSC02869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQBzEmaxaiI/AAAAAAAAEQM/mDKck8wmlzY/s320/DSC02869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548561263789959714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of  course, we practiced “the kiss” as well:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQBzxznSAqI/AAAAAAAAEQU/49c0Id27Xj8/s1600/DSC02835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQBzxznSAqI/AAAAAAAAEQU/49c0Id27Xj8/s320/DSC02835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548562040426201762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Funny story – the first time  we kissed, we held the pose for about two seconds. Our officiant told us  that two seconds was far too short for the photographer to get a good  photo of this important moment, so he insisted we kiss for between six  and eight seconds! Do you have any idea how long of a kiss that is? I  was feeling stuffed up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t breathe well through my nose, so the  eight-second kiss we practiced was borderline dangerous for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;After  the kiss was sorted out, we practiced the recessional to an acoustic  version of Vince &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Guaraldi&lt;/span&gt; Trio’s “Linus and Lucy,” one of my all-time  favorite songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQB05Xz38pI/AAAAAAAAEQs/8uNs7VR7D5E/s1600/DSC02881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQB05Xz38pI/AAAAAAAAEQs/8uNs7VR7D5E/s320/DSC02881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548563269913408146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQB04ileKsI/AAAAAAAAEQc/Huq6-Nj_7wc/s1600/DSC02879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQB04ileKsI/AAAAAAAAEQc/Huq6-Nj_7wc/s320/DSC02879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548563255625919170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQB042XYyWI/AAAAAAAAEQk/H7Wu0ikKjQk/s1600/DSC02880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQB042XYyWI/AAAAAAAAEQk/H7Wu0ikKjQk/s320/DSC02880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548563260935555426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toward  the end of the rehearsal, our Hindu officiant and Mr. Cool’s mom  explained the different components of the Hindu ceremony to our guests.  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t actually rehearse anything at this part of the rehearsal, but  it was nice for my family to learn about the significance of the various  rituals they would be seeing the next day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQB2KwxBq6I/AAAAAAAAEQ0/aeOlkV4cQzE/s1600/DSC02893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQB2KwxBq6I/AAAAAAAAEQ0/aeOlkV4cQzE/s320/DSC02893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548564668181752738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And with that, our rehearsal was over. Next up, it’s time to eat and play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bocce&lt;/span&gt; ball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;*All photos in this post by bridesmaid Mrs. S' husband unless otherwise noted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/6645079444505997747-5644252534950010891?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/5644252534950010891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/friday-evening-before-wedding-we.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/5644252534950010891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/5644252534950010891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/friday-evening-before-wedding-we.html' title='Friday Evening Before the Wedding: We Rehearse'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TQBr3BIHruI/AAAAAAAAEO0/TXiie9S0FLw/s72-c/flutter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-6263326201843318114</id><published>2010-12-07T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T06:25:00.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><title type='text'>Friday Afternoon Before the Wedding: A Welcome Break</title><content type='html'>After bridesmaid Mrs. O and I were done dropping the &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/friday-morning-before-wedding-diy.html"&gt;rehearsal dinner flowers&lt;/a&gt; off at the restaurant, it was time to return to the hotel for some much-needed downtime. However, traffic was so bad in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Livermore&lt;/span&gt; Valley area that by the time we got back, we only had twenty minutes to relax before the next scheduled event - our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mani&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pedi&lt;/span&gt; appointment!&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TP26cZ2Ue1I/AAAAAAAAEOE/LpPUPzOzFgw/s1600/manipedi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TP26cZ2Ue1I/AAAAAAAAEOE/LpPUPzOzFgw/s320/manipedi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547795313128143698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://allwomenstalk.com/7-things-to-do-on-your-day-off/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridesmaid Miss P was insistent during the days before the wedding that I schedule a nail appointment for the Friday before the wedding. Wow, am I ever glad I listened to her. This trip to the salon ended up being one of the only relaxing moments of the entire wedding weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days before the wedding, I booked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mani&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pedi&lt;/span&gt; appointments at &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/bollinger-nail-salon-livermore"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bollinger&lt;/span&gt; Nail Salon&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Livermore&lt;/span&gt;:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TP25IRtQKqI/AAAAAAAAEN0/23X4AmtFxBg/s1600/bollinger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TP25IRtQKqI/AAAAAAAAEN0/23X4AmtFxBg/s320/bollinger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547793867833617058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pleasanton.patch.com/listings/bollinger-nail-salon-2"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This salon was seriously nice. I usually have my nails done at a hole-in-the-wall place near our apartment. I've been going there for years, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mani&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pedi&lt;/span&gt; costs $22 before tip, and I love it. Well, let's just say I used to love it. Now I've been spoiled by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bollinger&lt;/span&gt; experience.  Mrs. O and I walked into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bollinger&lt;/span&gt; and were immediately greeted with this beautiful and serene environment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TP273R_86yI/AAAAAAAAEOM/MECmUqK93Dk/s1600/DSC02788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TP273R_86yI/AAAAAAAAEOM/MECmUqK93Dk/s320/DSC02788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547796874389154594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TP274JQM4tI/AAAAAAAAEOU/5LnJFqnQz_c/s1600/DSC02789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TP274JQM4tI/AAAAAAAAEOU/5LnJFqnQz_c/s320/DSC02789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547796889221259986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we sat in the spa chairs, a nail technician brought Mrs. O a menu of polish colors to choose from, sort of like this one:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TP280JPHcKI/AAAAAAAAEOc/1_jEKJABCtI/s1600/Nail-Polish-Colour-Chart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TP280JPHcKI/AAAAAAAAEOc/1_jEKJABCtI/s320/Nail-Polish-Colour-Chart1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547797920008859810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.i-fashionblog.com/2010/08/nail-polish-colour-chart-reviews/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was all set to go with my Chanel "Gondola" &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/08/twinkle-toes.html"&gt;for my toes&lt;/a&gt;, of course. Several days before the wedding, I picked up a bottle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OPI's&lt;/span&gt; "Otherwise Engaged" for my nails. I'm not really into the "French manicure" look, but I also didn't want to rock a bold color on my hands. This color went on sheer and looked polished. Plus, the name was just too cute to resist:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TP293xCU9PI/AAAAAAAAEOk/Byuq9palI7Y/s1600/OtherwiseEngaged_OPI200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TP293xCU9PI/AAAAAAAAEOk/Byuq9palI7Y/s320/OtherwiseEngaged_OPI200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547799081743873266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20onblur=%22try%20%7Bparent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully%28%29;%7D%20catch%28e%29%20%7B%7D%22%20href=%22http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TP293xCU9PI/AAAAAAAAEOk/Byuq9palI7Y/s1600/OtherwiseEngaged_OPI200.jpg%22%3E%3Cimg%20style=%22display:%20block;%20margin:%200px%20auto%2010px;%20text-align:%20center;%20cursor:%20pointer;%20width:%20195px;%20height:%20309px;%22%20src=%22http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TP293xCU9PI/AAAAAAAAEOk/Byuq9palI7Y/s320/OtherwiseEngaged_OPI200.jpg%22%20alt=%22%22%20id=%22BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547799081743873266%22%20border=%220%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My cousin/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MOH&lt;/span&gt; arrived shortly after our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mani&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pedis&lt;/span&gt; began. Luckily, there was an empty spa chair available right next to Mrs. O and I. Two hours later, our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mani&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pedis&lt;/span&gt; were complete. Yes, I said "two hours"! It was by far the longest nail appointment I had ever experienced, complete with a special UV drying machine to lock in the polish and prevent chipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was skeptical at first, but three weeks later, Mr. Cool asked if I had recently gotten a pedicure (I hadn't - it was the same pedicure from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bollinger&lt;/span&gt;, still looking good as new). As for my nail polish, I am usually good for about one full day before my nails are hopelessly wrecked. Not the case this time around! Take a look at this photo from our honeymoon, taken an entire four days after the nail appointment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TP2_174rMKI/AAAAAAAAEOs/xAH4tmBpBXg/s1600/DSC02930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TP2_174rMKI/AAAAAAAAEOs/xAH4tmBpBXg/s320/DSC02930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547801249319694498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not to shabby, right? But for two hours' time and $40 (not including tip), I'd expect nothing less. I'm still loyal to my hole-in-the-wall salon in San Francisco, but next time I want to really treat myself, I won't hesitate to jump in the car and drive to the East Bay for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Bollinger&lt;/span&gt; experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;mani&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;pedis&lt;/span&gt; were over, it was time to head back to the hotel (again) to get ready for the rehearsal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you treat yourself to any fancy spa treatments before the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6645079444505997747-6263326201843318114?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/6263326201843318114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/friday-afternoon-before-wedding-welcome.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/6263326201843318114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/6263326201843318114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/friday-afternoon-before-wedding-welcome.html' title='Friday Afternoon Before the Wedding: A Welcome Break'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TP26cZ2Ue1I/AAAAAAAAEOE/LpPUPzOzFgw/s72-c/manipedi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-3230585483780898608</id><published>2010-12-06T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T06:28:00.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Budget-Friendly Tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rehearsal Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorations'/><title type='text'>Friday Morning Before the Wedding: DIY Flower Arranging</title><content type='html'>The Friday of our rehearsal and rehearsal dinner started off early for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwTMj7dPxI/AAAAAAAAEL0/eED5qOKb598/s1600/DSC02769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwTMj7dPxI/AAAAAAAAEL0/eED5qOKb598/s320/DSC02769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547329947537587986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the alarm went off, I was up and dressed in a flash, and made my way to Trader Joe’s and Safeway to pick up loads of flowers for our &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/09/diy-rehearsal-dinner-decor.html"&gt;DIY rehearsal dinner flower arrangements&lt;/a&gt;. I got back to the hotel around 8:30 a.m. with my loot, and promptly . . . dumped it all on the floor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwTN0DFx5I/AAAAAAAAEME/HzPL-fbPWGc/s1600/DSC02771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwTN0DFx5I/AAAAAAAAEME/HzPL-fbPWGc/s320/DSC02771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547329969044440978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is not the correct way to go about DIY-ing flowers, I’m sure, but I didn’t have the foresight to bring large buckets with me to fill with water. Anyway, the flowers weren’t going to sit there for long! I quickly got to work separating the flowers from the bouquets, stripping them of their leaves and cutting them down to size to fit into our vintage-inspired cans and chianti bottle vases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwTORCn4gI/AAAAAAAAEMM/tMxzFsNX9yk/s1600/DSC02773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwTORCn4gI/AAAAAAAAEMM/tMxzFsNX9yk/s320/DSC02773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547329976827109890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank goodness my mom had packed a plastic garbage bag for me – flower arranging generates a ton of waste, and the hotel trash cans never would have held it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwTPmOFKZI/AAAAAAAAEMU/XC3ABXjABBc/s1600/DSC02774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwTPmOFKZI/AAAAAAAAEMU/XC3ABXjABBc/s320/DSC02774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547329999692179858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After separating and stripping the flowers, I gathered pretty bunches together and re-arranged them until they looked good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwVe-cC8SI/AAAAAAAAEMc/5R23lFg5948/s1600/DSC02778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwVe-cC8SI/AAAAAAAAEMc/5R23lFg5948/s320/DSC02778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547332462914498850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not very scientific, but I was happy with the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwWceUYisI/AAAAAAAAENM/PYAh3k-aEEI/s1600/DSC02783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwWceUYisI/AAAAAAAAENM/PYAh3k-aEEI/s320/DSC02783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547333519444314818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwWb58uVSI/AAAAAAAAENE/AI-JQ9Ezl-E/s1600/DSC02781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwWb58uVSI/AAAAAAAAENE/AI-JQ9Ezl-E/s320/DSC02781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547333509681403170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The chianti bottle arrangements were the easiest, since those just involved stuffing three stems of different heights into the necks of the bottles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwWxNg0k7I/AAAAAAAAENU/xsYuQpA63v8/s1600/DSC02770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwWxNg0k7I/AAAAAAAAENU/xsYuQpA63v8/s320/DSC02770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547333875710333874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here they are, all lined up and ready to be dropped off at our &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/06/after-we-rehearse-we-shall-eat.html"&gt;rehearsal dinner venue&lt;/a&gt;. Not bad for about $80, right?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwVgILgWOI/AAAAAAAAEMs/cV5Ni3XkZWc/s1600/DSC02784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwVgILgWOI/AAAAAAAAEMs/cV5Ni3XkZWc/s320/DSC02784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547332482709346530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwVfYS5GKI/AAAAAAAAEMk/zjIHjdoghYg/s1600/DSC02779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwVfYS5GKI/AAAAAAAAEMk/zjIHjdoghYg/s320/DSC02779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547332469855426722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took me almost two hours to create four chianti bottle arrangements, four large can arrangements, four small can arrangements and three bud vase arrangements. I think they really added to the ambiance of our rehearsal dinner venue, but unfortunately I forgot to snap a photo of them all set up. Gah! I think bridesmaid Miss PJ or her fiance may have taken one, so I’ll look through their photos before posting our rehearsal dinner recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, we brought the arrangements back to the hotel, where they brightened our “getting ready” space on the day of the wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwVg3722QI/AAAAAAAAEM8/SSyM2miZTX0/s1600/DSC02901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwVg3722QI/AAAAAAAAEM8/SSyM2miZTX0/s320/DSC02901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547332495528614146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwXyVfna4I/AAAAAAAAENc/Q-cJ8Q56W3Q/s1600/DSC02902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwXyVfna4I/AAAAAAAAENc/Q-cJ8Q56W3Q/s320/DSC02902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547334994544257922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ended up with a lot of leftover carnations, so my mom arranged them in an ice bucket near the large mirror in our suite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwVgiqoNNI/AAAAAAAAEM0/fZSYULcnvhM/s1600/DSC02900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwVgiqoNNI/AAAAAAAAEM0/fZSYULcnvhM/s320/DSC02900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547332489819206866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm really glad I went ahead and decided to DIY these flower arrangements. Hiring a florist for the rehearsal dinner wasn't really an option, but I think our tables would have been a bit bare without something on them. I also liked that the arrangements looked "homemade": I think they contributed nicely to the feel of our casual, Italian-style rehearsal dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you consider DIY-ing flowers for a rehearsal dinner, wedding shower or other small-scale event?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-3230585483780898608?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/3230585483780898608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/friday-morning-before-wedding-diy.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/3230585483780898608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/3230585483780898608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/friday-morning-before-wedding-diy.html' title='Friday Morning Before the Wedding: DIY Flower Arranging'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPwTMj7dPxI/AAAAAAAAEL0/eED5qOKb598/s72-c/DSC02769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-792220859948447222</id><published>2010-12-03T07:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T07:25:10.753-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPkKQTWDSUI/AAAAAAAAELs/yw3y8lMSOO4/s1600/giftwrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPkKQTWDSUI/AAAAAAAAELs/yw3y8lMSOO4/s320/giftwrap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546475691270424898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scjohnson.com/en/family/family-economics/post.aspx?date=10-11-22&amp;amp;title=Unique-Gift-Wrap-Ideas-for-the-Holidays"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The weekend is finally here again, and it's going to be a great one! Tonight is my firm's holiday party at a Japanese restaurant in the Marina neighborhood of San Francisco. I'm really excited to blow off some steam with my co-workers and have a great time. Tomorrow morning, it's all about gift wrapping for this girl. I'll be heading out early to buy gift wrap supplies such as butcher paper, baskets for gifts and cello bags for the loads of cookies I plan to bake. Wrapping gifts has taken on a whole new meaning to me post-wedding - there are just so many creative ways to dress up boxes and bags! I'll never use pre-printed wrapping paper again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Miss PJ and Mr. P are coming over for brunch. I think I'll make gingerbread waffles with warm apple-vanilla compote. Of course, mimosas will be involved. Happy Friday, everyone! What will you do this weekend?&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/6645079444505997747-792220859948447222?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/792220859948447222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-friday.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/792220859948447222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/792220859948447222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPkKQTWDSUI/AAAAAAAAELs/yw3y8lMSOO4/s72-c/giftwrap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-2489266798097374911</id><published>2010-12-02T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T06:24:00.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accommodations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kelvan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='After Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OOT Bags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gocco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><title type='text'>Thursday Before the Wedding: Gifting Our OOT Guests</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I don’t have many photographs of the Thursday before the wedding, so I’ll have to summarize most of the day. In short, we packed both of our cars full of wedding stuff, I picked up my dress from the salon where it was being altered and Mr. Cool’s extended family threw us yet another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kelvan&lt;/span&gt; that evening. It was a hectic day that ended with me driving by myself to our hotel at about 10:00 p.m. I was exhausted, but also excited, so I managed to survive the 45 minute car ride in the dark. Ordinarily I try to avoid driving in the dark at all costs, but this time there was no other option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My cousin/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MOH&lt;/span&gt; had planned to meet me at the hotel, but was called away at the last minute for an emergency involving a close family friend. I was a little bummed to spend the night before the festivities officially kicked off alone, but I understood. In the end, I was able to get an early start the next day when I needed to wake up early to gather the supplies for our &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/09/diy-rehearsal-dinner-decor.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt; rehearsal dinner flower arrangements&lt;/a&gt;. But first, I had to assemble the out-of-town (“&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OOT&lt;/span&gt;”) bags for our guests that would be arriving at the hotel the next day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The weekend before the wedding, Mr. Cool and I went to Costco and stocked up on goodies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPcUD3uQeCI/AAAAAAAAEKk/HntwANbGf-s/s1600/DSC02759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPcUD3uQeCI/AAAAAAAAEKk/HntwANbGf-s/s320/DSC02759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545923522860185634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had initially wanted to create really cool Bay Area themed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OOT&lt;/span&gt; bags, but time slipped away yet again. So we settled for ordinary snacks like bottled water, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cheez&lt;/span&gt;-Its, M&amp;amp;Ms, granola bars, fruit snacks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Emergen&lt;/span&gt;-C and gum. My mom had picked up these "sunflower" gift bags at the dollar store several months before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPcUEPv99pI/AAAAAAAAEKs/T1F82htYtm4/s1600/DSC02761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPcUEPv99pI/AAAAAAAAEKs/T1F82htYtm4/s320/DSC02761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545923529309812370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Notice something? Those are actually daisies, but close enough, right? At the price of two for one dollar, I certainly wasn't going to complain, even though in retrospect hand-stamped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kraft&lt;/span&gt; paper bags would have been cute, too. Filling the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OOT&lt;/span&gt; bags with the snacks took next to no time at all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPcUEu7JRoI/AAAAAAAAEK0/f85wLbsWCgE/s1600/DSC02765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPcUEu7JRoI/AAAAAAAAEK0/f85wLbsWCgE/s320/DSC02765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545923537678190210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of days before the wedding, I stumbled upon packs of vintage-style San Francisco postcards at Paper Source, and couldn't resist purchasing a few to add some Bay Area flair to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OOT&lt;/span&gt; bags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPcUFCCa81I/AAAAAAAAELE/TpC3GWjS7qo/s1600/DSC02766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPcUFCCa81I/AAAAAAAAELE/TpC3GWjS7qo/s320/DSC02766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545923542808982354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPcUksdTiXI/AAAAAAAAELM/TjO4oRpLtY0/s1600/DSC02767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPcUksdTiXI/AAAAAAAAELM/TjO4oRpLtY0/s320/DSC02767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545924086771976562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After, I tied on these cute shipping tags that I had previously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gocco'd&lt;/span&gt; with our welcome message to our guests that would be staying at the hotel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPcUlkdv4vI/AAAAAAAAELc/rXS8VTpr7Gs/s1600/DSC02786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPcUlkdv4vI/AAAAAAAAELc/rXS8VTpr7Gs/s320/DSC02786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545924101806220018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soon enough, the bags were filled and ready to be distributed to our friends and families:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPcUE-FRwlI/AAAAAAAAEK8/v9B4f639srE/s1600/DSC02764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPcUE-FRwlI/AAAAAAAAEK8/v9B4f639srE/s320/DSC02764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545923541747221074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But wait, what's that sticking out of the top of this bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPcUk39q_5I/AAAAAAAAELU/t8otMECoOtw/s1600/DSC02785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPcUk39q_5I/AAAAAAAAELU/t8otMECoOtw/s320/DSC02785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545924089860521874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why, that would be a full-sized bottle of Cabernet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Savignon&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;McGrail&lt;/span&gt; Vineyards and Winery in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Livermore&lt;/span&gt;. Turns out our day-of-coordinator's family owns this vineyard. Shannon, our coordinator, was desperate to cheer me up in light of the less-than-ideal forecast, so she asked her parents if they wouldn't mind donating some mini wine bottles for us to include in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;OOT&lt;/span&gt; bags. They must have made a mistake, because they delivered full-sized wine bottles instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered to pay for them, but Shannon insisted I take two cases of wine free of charge. How awesome is that? We had so much leftover, we ended up serving some of it as a red wine option the next evening at our rehearsal dinner. A full review of the awesomeness of our venue and our day-of-coordinator is coming up, so stay tuned! I honestly cannot say enough good things about both of them, and this is just one example of how they bent over backwards to make our wedding day special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, bridesmaid Mrs. O arrived bright and early to help me load the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;OOT&lt;/span&gt; bags onto a luggage cart. We were able to get all 30 bags down to the front desk in two trips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPcUmFb8_0I/AAAAAAAAELk/zkKfl2rSPqM/s1600/DSC02787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPcUmFb8_0I/AAAAAAAAELk/zkKfl2rSPqM/s320/DSC02787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545924110657060674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;OOT&lt;/span&gt; bags were a big hit with our guests, and I spotted many of them chowing down on the snacks inside at our after party. Even though I didn't have time to create the Bay Area-themed bags I had initially wanted to, I think they turned out pretty great, and I know our guests appreciated them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will/did you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;OOT&lt;/span&gt; bags for your guest at your wedding?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-2489266798097374911?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/2489266798097374911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/thursday-before-wedding-gifting-our-oot.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/2489266798097374911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/2489266798097374911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/thursday-before-wedding-gifting-our-oot.html' title='Thursday Before the Wedding: Gifting Our OOT Guests'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPcUD3uQeCI/AAAAAAAAEKk/HntwANbGf-s/s72-c/DSC02759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-2064930229513127160</id><published>2010-12-01T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:22:20.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>Wednesday Before the Wedding: Lunch With My Co-Workers</title><content type='html'>At this point, I’ve combed through almost all of our pro photos and have sent some of my favorites back to our photographer for some additional editing. In the meantime, I have over 125 perfectly-edited, beautiful photographs already in my possession, so it’s safe to say that it’s time for the recaps to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, let’s rewind to the hectic days before the wedding, shall we? I know, I know, I’m such a tease! There were just so many events leading up to the actual wedding that contributed to the overall experience, I’d feel bad if I neglected to cover those. So let’s start with the special lunch my co-workers planned for me the Wednesday before the wedding, aka Adventures in Murphy’s Law. Seriously, everything that could go wrong at that lunch did, but we still managed to have a great time. Well, at least I did, and I think the others did, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-worker Miss K made reservations at the Neiman Marcus Rotunda just a few blocks away from where we work. I was so looking forward to celebrating my last full work day as a Miss with some of my favorite co-workers at one of my favorite downtown restaurants:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPRrDVEWODI/AAAAAAAAEKU/quHOZEQGVcM/s1600/rotunda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPRrDVEWODI/AAAAAAAAEKU/quHOZEQGVcM/s320/rotunda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545174746139080754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nowirehangersblog.com/page/3/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe had other plans for us, though. Almost immediately after we sat down, the fire alarm started going off, so we had to evacuate the building. We hung out outside in the ominously overcast weather for about 15 minutes before we decided to scrap our lunch plans and go elsewhere. I used the time to check the weather report, which was predicting this for our wedding three days later:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPRrbvOS4OI/AAAAAAAAEKc/twSqPpDqUnE/s1600/storm-icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPRrbvOS4OI/AAAAAAAAEKc/twSqPpDqUnE/s320/storm-icon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545175165476987106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.science.org.au/primaryconnections/curriculum-resources/resource-sheets/weather/storm-icon.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not cool, universe. Really, not cool. I was five seconds away from having a full-fledged panic attack over the forecast when someone suggested that we try Burger Bar, a new-ish restaurant in Macy’s Union Square. We made our way over and were seated promptly. Approximately 40 minutes later, someone came over and took our order. Approximately 45 minutes after that, the orders arrived at our table, delightfully messed up. Spirits were low:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPRrDIqhzrI/AAAAAAAAEKE/i4Rj_EPPQD8/s1600/mattsad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPRrDIqhzrI/AAAAAAAAEKE/i4Rj_EPPQD8/s320/mattsad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545174742809562802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But we still managed to smile through it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPRrC_RAUdI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/0HHSCPFNUYM/s1600/KE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPRrC_RAUdI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/0HHSCPFNUYM/s320/KE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545174740286591442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPRrCpbsOqI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/_ahjLoD7mxA/s1600/Bloot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPRrCpbsOqI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/_ahjLoD7mxA/s320/Bloot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545174734425832098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And ponder the more important things in life, like the fact that Burger Bar’s pickle fries are delicious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPRrDDxxcbI/AAAAAAAAEKM/hTrpcw7pi_k/s1600/mattthink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPRrDDxxcbI/AAAAAAAAEKM/hTrpcw7pi_k/s320/mattthink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545174741497770418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss K pointed out that bad luck before the wedding means good luck for the actual wedding. All in all, the lunch wasn’t a total flop. I was happy to spend time with my co-workers and touched that they wanted to take me out on my last day of work. I’m also excited that with the exception of one of the co-workers at the lunch, all of them were able to make it to the wedding. As for the one who didn’t come, he decided he was too cool for me and decided to spend the weekend in Austin with his “bros” instead.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did your co-workers do anything special to celebrate your upcoming wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just kidding, Bloot. I know you wish you could have made it. I also know that you read my blog every day, so I’ll be in my office if you want to discuss this matter further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-2064930229513127160?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/2064930229513127160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/pre-wedding-lunch-with-my-co-workers.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/2064930229513127160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/2064930229513127160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/12/pre-wedding-lunch-with-my-co-workers.html' title='Wednesday Before the Wedding: Lunch With My Co-Workers'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPRrDVEWODI/AAAAAAAAEKU/quHOZEQGVcM/s72-c/rotunda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-4928778196867289925</id><published>2010-11-29T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T14:21:10.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gocco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank Yous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Product Review'/><title type='text'>Semi-DIY Thank You Notes</title><content type='html'>As &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-friday_26.html"&gt;promised&lt;/a&gt;, I'm all set to reveal our thank you notes in today's post. I'll admit that after the wedding, I was feeling a bit of DIY burnout that made creating thank you notes seem like a daunting task. At the same time, I didn't want to go the pre-made route because I feel like our guests have come to expect that all pieces of mail from us will be handmade. Talk about setting ourselves up to meet an impossibly high standard! Of course, this is probably all in my head, but I'm crazy like that. Bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved the look of thank you notes that feature a photo of the bride and groom on their wedding day. For example, check out some of these cute thank you cards:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPMj5RpHWRI/AAAAAAAAEI0/Q0BL6UtVAtA/s1600/redboutthankyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPMj5RpHWRI/AAAAAAAAEI0/Q0BL6UtVAtA/s320/redboutthankyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544815033118578962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bridalbuds.com/2009/09/to-put-it-simplythank-you/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPMj5A3LPVI/AAAAAAAAEIs/oV1jdm10uIU/s1600/wedding_thank_you_postcard_58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPMj5A3LPVI/AAAAAAAAEIs/oV1jdm10uIU/s320/wedding_thank_you_postcard_58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544815028614151506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://forevercleveronline.com/postcard.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had every intention of making "Thank You" signs like the those pictured in the photographs above, but somehow or another, this DIY fell through the cracks. I was bummed about this missed opportunity until I stumbled upon this photo card with text added after the fact. Now why didn't I think of that? I suppose it doesn't matter - I'm just glad I found it!&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPMj5efClPI/AAAAAAAAEI8/kgy9_zYH2d0/s1600/tress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPMj5efClPI/AAAAAAAAEI8/kgy9_zYH2d0/s320/tress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544815036565984498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ivylain.com/wedding_cards.htm"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After finding this inspiration, it was as easy as selecting one of our favorite pro photos and uploading the image to &lt;a href="http://www.vistaprint.com/"&gt;VistaPrint&lt;/a&gt;. We ended up picking this one*, which I love since it showcases my favorite wedding accessory, my shoes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPMpBdIHB8I/AAAAAAAAEJE/LgxNWgbsgsM/s1600/1068744467_img_2870-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPMpBdIHB8I/AAAAAAAAEJE/LgxNWgbsgsM/s320/1068744467_img_2870-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544820671198463938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Cool tweaked the image in GIMP to add the words "Thank You" in our beloved Albamarle Swash font. He then uploaded the modified image to VistaPrint, and we placed our order for 225 folded, A2-sized cards. A couple of weeks later, we received these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPMsBznbCTI/AAAAAAAAEJM/0QlcUz6Ow3k/s1600/DSC03192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPMsBznbCTI/AAAAAAAAEJM/0QlcUz6Ow3k/s320/DSC03192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544823975770261810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love them! At first, I wasn't sold on the matte finish, but after awhile it grew on me. I really like how it looks as if we're looking down at the "Thank You" text. In reality, I'm watching my step so as not to take a fall in my stilettos and white gown. Mr. Cool is fearfully watching in the background, since he was convinced that I wouldn't be able to go "off-roading" into the vineyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm not one to waste an opportunity to order pretty envelopes and jazz them up with my Gocco, so that's exactly what I did. I purchased A2-sized envelopes in Antique Gold from &lt;a href="http://www.paperpresentation.com/"&gt;Paper Presentation&lt;/a&gt;. They're much more shimmer-y in real life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPMuHVXjsNI/AAAAAAAAEJU/VT4ZMJvV-qY/s1600/DSC03187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPMuHVXjsNI/AAAAAAAAEJU/VT4ZMJvV-qY/s320/DSC03187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544826269753127122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, I spent some time in the morning Gocco-ing our return address on the back flap in brown ink:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPMuHnkaS7I/AAAAAAAAEJc/RNr4OhjAg_4/s1600/DSC03185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPMuHnkaS7I/AAAAAAAAEJc/RNr4OhjAg_4/s320/DSC03185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544826274638875570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPMvGtL0CsI/AAAAAAAAEJk/mD4fBYJuV90/s1600/DSC03188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPMvGtL0CsI/AAAAAAAAEJk/mD4fBYJuV90/s320/DSC03188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544827358478076610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of hours later, they were done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPMvbIhknHI/AAAAAAAAEJs/Y37An0IybD4/s1600/DSC03189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPMvbIhknHI/AAAAAAAAEJs/Y37An0IybD4/s320/DSC03189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544827709414481010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there you have it! Our semi-DIY thank you notes. Now, we just need to finish writing these bad boys! We're about two-thirds of the way done, and I think we can finish them by the end of the week if we stay focused. I was a little sad to see this DIY come and go, since it's the last wedding paper product Mr. Cool and I will work on together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you add creative touches to your thank you notes, or did you prefer to go the pre-made route?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Photograph by the lovely and talented &lt;a href="http://www.peasandhoney.com/"&gt;Paige Morrison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6645079444505997747-4928778196867289925?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/4928778196867289925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/semi-diy-thank-you-notes.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/4928778196867289925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/4928778196867289925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/semi-diy-thank-you-notes.html' title='Semi-DIY Thank You Notes'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TPMj5RpHWRI/AAAAAAAAEI0/Q0BL6UtVAtA/s72-c/redboutthankyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-2777670102592099745</id><published>2010-11-26T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T08:35:00.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TO3npCTfABI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/jvXtoT_fG1Q/s1600/flourturkey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TO3npCTfABI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/jvXtoT_fG1Q/s320/flourturkey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543341408542195730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/lifestyle/food/dishing/2008/12/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, Mr. Cool and I will wrap up the festivities with his side of the family and make our way over to my mom's house in the East Bay. While most of you are probably enjoying yummy leftover turkey sandwiches today, my family is celebrating with a traditional Thanksgiving dinner tonight. Yay! Later on, we hope to meet up with my cousin/MOH for some suburban nightlife and mild debauchery. Don't you just love the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I'll reveal our thank-you cards, which Mr. Cool and I have made a significant dent in writing over the past few days. Also, I think I've been sitting on my pro pics long enough . . . which means, it's officially time for my recaps to begin! I've been hesitant to jump into them, since the end of my recaps will mean that the wedding journey is really over, but I'm also really excited to share our day with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned, and Happy Friday, everyone!&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/6645079444505997747-2777670102592099745?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/2777670102592099745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-friday_26.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/2777670102592099745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/2777670102592099745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-friday_26.html' title='Happy Friday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TO3npCTfABI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/jvXtoT_fG1Q/s72-c/flourturkey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-549865512394260165</id><published>2010-11-25T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T08:15:00.996-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOyjdHbqaAI/AAAAAAAAEII/s0EhvcjRPPo/s1600/thanksgivingtable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOyjdHbqaAI/AAAAAAAAEII/s0EhvcjRPPo/s320/thanksgivingtable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542984961992845314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celebrations.com/content/pretty-miniature-pumpkin-flower-vases"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, we're off to Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cool's&lt;/span&gt; aunt and uncle's house in Templeton to celebrate Thanksgiving. There won't be any turkey, but there should be lots of warmth, laughter and happiness. Tomorrow, we'll head to my mom's house in the East Bay for some traditional Turkey Day food and quality time with my side of the family. Wishing everyone a bright and happy holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;, Party Planner Gal&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/6645079444505997747-549865512394260165?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/549865512394260165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/549865512394260165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/549865512394260165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOyjdHbqaAI/AAAAAAAAEII/s0EhvcjRPPo/s72-c/thanksgivingtable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-5877192298495189321</id><published>2010-11-24T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T06:20:00.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>(Not At) Home for the Holidays</title><content type='html'>Like many of my &lt;a href="http://allconsumedbride.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-by-myselfat-thanksgiving.html"&gt;newly-wedded brethren&lt;/a&gt;, the holidays will be a little different for Mr. Cool and I this year. After all, both of us have just gained an additional family (each other's), and with new families come new traditions and new expectations. This is especially true as the holidays approach. I'll admit that I haven't been very mature about this process, and that letting go of some of "my" family's traditions has been more difficult than I thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Thanksgiving to me means turkey dinner with all the traditional fixings: turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes and of course, pumpkin pie:&lt;div&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx4daw1JjI/AAAAAAAAEHI/h5m12tOpVWA/s1600/thanksgiving-spread-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx4daw1JjI/AAAAAAAAEHI/h5m12tOpVWA/s320/thanksgiving-spread-m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542937688181909042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailysavings.allyou.com/2010/11/19/cheap-thanksgiving/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving to me also means braving the shopping crowds with my cousin/MOH on Black Friday, recharging with a holiday drink from Starbucks and spending way too much money:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx5DNXnaqI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/Z4gBeiwUokI/s1600/shopping_bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx5DNXnaqI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/Z4gBeiwUokI/s320/shopping_bags.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542938337421519522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20onblur=%22try%20%7Bparent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully%28%29;%7D%20catch%28e%29%20%7B%7D%22%20href=%22http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx5DNXnaqI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/Z4gBeiwUokI/s1600/shopping_bags.jpg%22%3E%3Cimg%20style=%22display:%20block;%20margin:%200px%20auto%2010px;%20text-align:%20center;%20cursor:%20pointer;%20width:%20320px;%20height:%20240px;%22%20src=%22http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx5DNXnaqI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/Z4gBeiwUokI/s320/shopping_bags.jpg%22%20alt=%22%22%20id=%22BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542938337421519522%22%20border=%220%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving also means spending time with my Bro and our dog, Jazz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx5iZ0snKI/AAAAAAAAEHY/AC0Fr5NnMRg/s1600/IMG_0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx5iZ0snKI/AAAAAAAAEHY/AC0Fr5NnMRg/s320/IMG_0513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542938873340664994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And watching holiday specials like "A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving" and "A Christmas Story" while we recover from the feeding frenzy:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx55-hNgWI/AAAAAAAAEHg/MZsgemeMtiw/s1600/A%2BCharlie%2BBrown%2BThanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx55-hNgWI/AAAAAAAAEHg/MZsgemeMtiw/s320/A%2BCharlie%2BBrown%2BThanksgiving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542939278328037730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20onblur=%22try%20%7Bparent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully%28%29;%7D%20catch%28e%29%20%7B%7D%22%20href=%22http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx55-hNgWI/AAAAAAAAEHg/MZsgemeMtiw/s1600/A%2BCharlie%2BBrown%2BThanksgiving.jpg%22%3E%3Cimg%20style=%22display:%20block;%20margin:%200px%20auto%2010px;%20text-align:%20center;%20cursor:%20pointer;%20width:%20320px;%20height:%20263px;%22%20src=%22http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx55-hNgWI/AAAAAAAAEHg/MZsgemeMtiw/s320/A%2BCharlie%2BBrown%2BThanksgiving.jpg%22%20alt=%22%22%20id=%22BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542939278328037730%22%20border=%220%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also love just lazing around my mom's house, sleeping in and watching hours upon hours of shows on The Food Network, something I hardly ever get to do since work and other activities don't leave me with a lot of downtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, this Thanksgiving will be different. For starters, my Bro can't come at all since he works in sales and his store is open on Thursday and Friday starting at 5:00 a.m. After hearing this news, Mr. Cool and I decided it would be more fair to spend Thursday with his extended family on the Central Coast (San Luis Obispo area), since they will all be together in the same place on Thanksgiving day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how will things be different? Unlike my family, Mr. Cool's family doesn't make turkey (several of them are vegetarians, and all prefer Indian cuisine to American-style food). Second, Mr. Cool's mom isn't a big shopper, so I doubt she'll want to venture out into the Black Friday madness with me. Third, I refuse to laze around and watch TV for hours like a zombie in front of my new husband's family, even though that's all I feel like doing these days given my &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/aftermath-of-wedding.html"&gt;annoying head cold&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit that it has been really difficult to let go of "my" traditions, but now that we're T minus one day out from Thanksgiving, I'm going to try and have a better attitude. After all, I love Indian food - the spicier the better:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx9TD399-I/AAAAAAAAEHo/H_RosggZliA/s1600/delicious-indian-food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx9TD399-I/AAAAAAAAEHo/H_RosggZliA/s320/delicious-indian-food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542943007797278690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20onblur=%22try%20%7Bparent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully%28%29;%7D%20catch%28e%29%20%7B%7D%22%20href=%22http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx9TD399-I/AAAAAAAAEHo/H_RosggZliA/s1600/delicious-indian-food.jpg%22%3E%3Cimg%20style=%22display:%20block;%20margin:%200px%20auto%2010px;%20text-align:%20center;%20cursor:%20pointer;%20width:%20320px;%20height:%20234px;%22%20src=%22http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx9TD399-I/AAAAAAAAEHo/H_RosggZliA/s320/delicious-indian-food.jpg%22%20alt=%22%22%20id=%22BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542943007797278690%22%20border=%220%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also haven't spent a ton of time in the Central Coast region, and the weather is supposed to be clear and perfectly crisp on Thursday:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx-DqJHs4I/AAAAAAAAEHw/IJpLuKxiaic/s1600/central-coast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx-DqJHs4I/AAAAAAAAEHw/IJpLuKxiaic/s320/central-coast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542943842703487874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/california/central-coast"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, Mr. Cool's family loves to play games together. I'm excited to try and dominate at Scattergories, one of my favorite games that's also a favorite of his cousins:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx_d5ffbnI/AAAAAAAAEIA/1NudhP9Xty8/s1600/scattergories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx_d5ffbnI/AAAAAAAAEIA/1NudhP9Xty8/s320/scattergories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542945393012076146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartamagicastore.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=361_368&amp;amp;products_id=7109"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Am I sad to be away from my immediate family and "my" traditions on Thanksgiving? Of course I am. But, marriage is about compromise, and I think this area will be a big one, at least until we move into a bigger space and have room to host everyone at our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be driving to my mom's house on Friday morning, so I'll still get to eat turkey and meet up with my cousin/MOH, though probably not in time to make it out to the shops. This Thanksgiving will definitely be different, though not necessarily in a bad way. I think a large part of the struggle for me has been trying to balance  our family's wishes against our belief that we are our "own" family now,  and don't necessarily like being told to come "home" for the holidays.  Of course we want to see our families, but we also want them to  understand that our "home" is here now, even if that home is an 1100-square-foot, rented apartment in San Francisco. Right now, the plan is to have Sunday to ourselves so that we can start our own Thanksgiving traditions, even if that just means recovering together from the busy weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What compromises do you find yourself making around the holidays given your newlywed status? And to all the un-married ladies, how do you plan to divide up your time during the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6645079444505997747-5877192298495189321?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/5877192298495189321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-at-home-for-holidays.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/5877192298495189321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/5877192298495189321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-at-home-for-holidays.html' title='(Not At) Home for the Holidays'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOx4daw1JjI/AAAAAAAAEHI/h5m12tOpVWA/s72-c/thanksgiving-spread-m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-7204110565269805905</id><published>2010-11-22T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T06:24:00.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>The Aftermath of a Wedding</title><content type='html'>I really thought I would be one of the many brides that suffers &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1861028,00.html"&gt;post-wedding depression&lt;/a&gt; after her wedding. After all, Mr. Cool and I were engaged for 15 months before we tied the knot. That meant 15 months of perusing wedding blogs, meeting with vendors, gocco-ing, cutting, pasting and perfecting all of the elements that needed to come together on our wedding day. That, and having everyone fawn over us for 15 months wasn't so bad, either! I honestly believed that I wouldn't know what to do with myself after the big day came and went:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOnaBhjFjFI/AAAAAAAAEGM/LL9606XOrNU/s1600/post_nupt_blues_1119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOnaBhjFjFI/AAAAAAAAEGM/LL9606XOrNU/s320/post_nupt_blues_1119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542200536176364626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1861028,00.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fortunately, after almost one month of marriage, I've managed to keep these feelings away. And if I'm being completely honest with myself, I think it's because planning our wedding was really, really, REALLY stressful, especially during the last few weeks leading up to the day. Of course Mr. Cool and I had fun working on wedding crafts, selecting the music and tasting cake samples. But along with the fun aspects of planning came the stress of balancing the expectations of our families with our own, (and often divergent) desires, not to mention the sheer sense of overwhelming that comes along with trying to orchestrate a wedding for 300+ guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when people ask me how married life is, I sometimes can't help but respond, "it's great, and I'm so glad the wedding is over!" Not the reaction most people, especially those that have not planned weddings, expect. But, as blunt as it sounds, it's the truth. Am I a little sad that I'm not "the bride" anymore? Not really. The truth is, people fawn over newlyweds too! Not that we need anyone to fawn over us, but it's definitely felt great to receive congratulations over the past few weeks from our loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other things that have kept my mind off of longing for our wedding day? For starters, work has been insane for both Mr. Cool and myself:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOng986OUPI/AAAAAAAAEGU/-0V8HR4P7k8/s1600/work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOng986OUPI/AAAAAAAAEGU/-0V8HR4P7k8/s320/work.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542208171383083250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrwilkinson.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that it's not because I put off some long-term projects before the wedding, but that may have had something to do with it. Either way, I've been out of the office a lot for work-related matters, and my desk assignments seem to multiply in my absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that's been keeping me busy is my poor health. It's nothing serious, but I've pretty much had a nasty head cold since the minute our wedding ended:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOnj9Rs1dOI/AAAAAAAAEGc/R1uGfoSgIOc/s1600/cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOnj9Rs1dOI/AAAAAAAAEGc/R1uGfoSgIOc/s320/cold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542211458319086818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buzzle.com/articles/home-remedies-for-head-cold.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manged to suck it up for our honeymoon, but this last bout of head cold hit me hard. I spent most of our weekend in San Diego holed up in our hotel room watching Avatar on HBO while Mr. Cool caught up with our SoCal friends. While I don't recommend getting sick on purpose as a way of coping with post-wedding blues, it's certainly kept my mind off the wedding. Now, I just need to hurry up and get better before the Thanksgiving madness begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto happier topics, another thing that has kept me busy post-wedding is the fact that we now have tons of time to spend with our friends! From the moment we got back from our honeymoon, every spare minute has been spent celebrating birthdays, hosting brunches and visiting our nearest and dearest. It feels so good to spend quality time with the people we love the most, and I wouldn't trade it for anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I did enjoy the overall experience of planning our wedding, I have to say that married life (minus the lingering illness) is much better! I'm so happy to pass the "bride" torch on to several of my dear friends, including Miss D and Miss PJ, who have both asked me to stand beside them in their weddings this summer!&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOnx1COCcCI/AAAAAAAAEGk/hfioFtSjL0Y/s1600/alexdemitria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOnx1COCcCI/AAAAAAAAEGk/hfioFtSjL0Y/s320/alexdemitria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542226709887217698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tim Lincecum and Snooki aka Mr. A and Miss D on Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOnyYsYQmwI/AAAAAAAAEGs/et2TQB68Kkw/s1600/DSC02264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOnyYsYQmwI/AAAAAAAAEGs/et2TQB68Kkw/s320/DSC02264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542227322499799810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss PJ and Mr. P with Mr. Cool and I at their engagement party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to be a bridesmaid, and to make sure that my friends' wedding days are as special as ours was. I'm also itching to bust out the craft supplies again, so I'm hoping they'll ask for my help :) There are so may things to look forward to this coming year. I have a feeling we'll be plenty busy with all of it. Of course, we still need to sort through our wedding photos to create albums for ourselves and our families. And write our thank-you notes, which we still haven't started. And celebrate the holidays with both of our families . . . the list goes on and on, in a good way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been keeping you busy in the aftermath of your wedding?&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/6645079444505997747-7204110565269805905?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/7204110565269805905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/aftermath-of-wedding.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/7204110565269805905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/7204110565269805905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/aftermath-of-wedding.html' title='The Aftermath of a Wedding'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOnaBhjFjFI/AAAAAAAAEGM/LL9606XOrNU/s72-c/post_nupt_blues_1119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-2073076107791301047</id><published>2010-11-19T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T06:22:00.246-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accommodations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOXKxmMJ6YI/AAAAAAAAEGE/wPpoeJi3cq8/s1600/san_diego_ca1_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541057869963192706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOXKxmMJ6YI/AAAAAAAAEGE/wPpoeJi3cq8/s320/san_diego_ca1_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.mcffu.com/images/san_diego_ca1_001.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.mcffu.com/info_8ManEligible.htm&amp;amp;usg=__MscbskWlbRuSnl-eSqEcQqR7kBw=&amp;amp;h=525&amp;amp;w=700&amp;amp;sz=59&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=23&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;tbnid=w3d-ps33yXe4UM:&amp;amp;tbnh=105&amp;amp;tbnw=140&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsan%2Bdiego%2Bca%26start%3D20%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Dactive%26sa%3DN%26ndsp%3D20%26tbs%3Disch:1"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, it’s my favorite day of the week again! This afternoon, I’m off to San Diego for a make-up birthday party for my new husband. His birthday is in early October, and it sort of got ignored in all of the wedding-planning craziness. I’m so happy that we could convince several of our friends to make the trip down, and that another one of our friends agreed to host the party at his condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on the itinerary is a visit to Mr. Cool’s condo (which I’ve never seen!), lots of meals out with friends and a stay at the Omni Hotel. That, and general relaxation. It’s supposed to rain all weekend, but we’ll make the most of it. It's great to get away, even when the weather at the destination isn't ideal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday, everyone!&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/6645079444505997747-2073076107791301047?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/2073076107791301047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-friday_19.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/2073076107791301047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/2073076107791301047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-friday_19.html' title='Happy Friday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOXKxmMJ6YI/AAAAAAAAEGE/wPpoeJi3cq8/s72-c/san_diego_ca1_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-5749580756290012187</id><published>2010-11-18T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T06:18:00.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honeymoons'/><title type='text'>Let Them Eat Cake!</title><content type='html'>After our plane landed, we jumped in a cab (a treat for us – we usually take BART and the bus to and from the airport), and made it back to our apartment. After we got upstairs, we had about four hours to prepare for our Halloween “party” that Mr. Cool invited our friends to at the wedding. Though it wouldn’t have been my first choice to host a bunch of people in our messy apartment the same day we returned from our honeymoon, it was nice to have something to look forward to upon our return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I had the foresight to purchase this banner from etsy seller BekahJennings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540646051566939458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TORUOnHRbUI/AAAAAAAAEFc/hfbT4mOUT-c/s320/banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/bekahjennings?ref=seller_info"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was the extent of our decorations! Usually I go all out for Halloween, but we were slightly busy this year. You know, with the wedding and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you’re probably thinking, “Party Planner Gal, what does your last-minute Halloween party have to do with your wedding recaps?” Well, I’ll show you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540646070962055778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TORUPvXbamI/AAAAAAAAEFk/6giOtsPjsn0/s320/cakecounter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;See that? That’s cake. And apparently there was a lot more left over where that came from. Fortunately, my cousin/MOH and bridesmaid Miss P stopped by our venue the morning after the wedding and collected the leftovers to distribute to our straggling guests. I heard that some of them made off with whole cakes and pies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss P saved a few of the cakes for our Halloween party, and after we hit the bars near our apartment, everyone came back to our place and chowed down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540646077001968994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TORUQF3dLWI/AAAAAAAAEF0/e5WTQLxniR0/s320/kitchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here’s the top tier of our main wedding cake. We never had any intention of freezing it and eating it on first anniversary, but it was nice of our venue to save it anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540646472828590098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TORUnIb4GBI/AAAAAAAAEF8/bgW8yaFK96U/s320/toptier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And of course, nothing is better than good food, good friends and one last opportunity to put our college plates/forks/knives to good use:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540646073004156162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TORUP2-TZQI/AAAAAAAAEFs/uBTW1BVLQx8/s320/hangingout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Did you make any fun plans for the day you returned from your honeymoon?&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/6645079444505997747-5749580756290012187?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/5749580756290012187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/let-them-eat-cake.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/5749580756290012187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/5749580756290012187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/let-them-eat-cake.html' title='Let Them Eat Cake!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TORUOnHRbUI/AAAAAAAAEFc/hfbT4mOUT-c/s72-c/banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-8610913023868128435</id><published>2010-11-16T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T06:19:00.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honeymoons'/><title type='text'>Our Big Apple Honeymoon: The Food, Part Three And Good-Bye</title><content type='html'>Are you tired of my NYC food recaps yet? If so, I'm sorry, and if not, I recommend &lt;a href="http://www.bigapplenosh.com/"&gt;this lovely lady's blog&lt;/a&gt; for all of your future Big Apple restaurant review needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left off, Mr. Cool and I had just devoured our weight in pizza, and were killing time before we went to see Chicago. We decided to skip the early dinner that evening and see how we felt after the show. Not surprisingly, I was hungry when the show ended at 10:15, so we decided to check out yet another one of &lt;a href="http://teneleventen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ghenet's&lt;/a&gt; recommendations, &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/bangkok-house-new-york"&gt;Bangkok House&lt;/a&gt; in Hell's Kitchen. Thank goodness it stays open late, since we got a tad lost on our way. I'm sad to report that we missed happy hour, (which ended at 11 p.m.!), but that didn't stop us from ordering some yummy drinks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjL1SMgHbqQ/TOC8rlGRF3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ny0tPqqXIFs/s1600/DSC03105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjL1SMgHbqQ/TOC8rlGRF3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ny0tPqqXIFs/s320/DSC03105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539634998544504690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food came out quickly and in heaping piles of goodness. We ordered faux "duck" in peanut sauce, vegetarian pad thai and vegetarian fried rice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjL1SMgHbqQ/TOC8sfB6bwI/AAAAAAAAABE/KccOerzuGB8/s1600/DSC03107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjL1SMgHbqQ/TOC8sfB6bwI/AAAAAAAAABE/KccOerzuGB8/s320/DSC03107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539635014095499010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjL1SMgHbqQ/TOC9Dq_T46I/AAAAAAAAABc/Viqh9Ei4vqo/s1600/DSC03109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjL1SMgHbqQ/TOC9Dq_T46I/AAAAAAAAABc/Viqh9Ei4vqo/s320/DSC03109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539635412442801058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate until we were stuffed and rolled out of there shortly after midnight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LjL1SMgHbqQ/TOC8sN2sf2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/EGdWZdpWZ7E/s1600/DSC03106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LjL1SMgHbqQ/TOC8sN2sf2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/EGdWZdpWZ7E/s320/DSC03106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539635009485045602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our final night in NYC, Mr. Cool and I met up with his cousin and her husband at &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/franchia-teahouse-and-restaurant-new-york"&gt;Franchia&lt;/a&gt; in Murray Hill. Franchia is a vegetarian Korean restaurant and tea house. I was excited to choose something delicious from the extensive menu of teas and beverages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjL1SMgHbqQ/TOC8tJQvNnI/AAAAAAAAABU/vPT-dHMvZaA/s1600/DSC03124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjL1SMgHbqQ/TOC8tJQvNnI/AAAAAAAAABU/vPT-dHMvZaA/s320/DSC03124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539635025431967346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ultimately decided on the persimmon leaf tea and a soju cocktail. Both were fantastic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjL1SMgHbqQ/TODAj22aQ5I/AAAAAAAAABs/zMFgA6jfAQA/s1600/DSC03126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjL1SMgHbqQ/TODAj22aQ5I/AAAAAAAAABs/zMFgA6jfAQA/s320/DSC03126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539639263917392786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjL1SMgHbqQ/TODAjGVmAlI/AAAAAAAAABk/Hhbi8mGDyCQ/s1600/DSC03125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjL1SMgHbqQ/TODAjGVmAlI/AAAAAAAAABk/Hhbi8mGDyCQ/s320/DSC03125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539639250894848594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food was pretty great, too, though I forgot to take pictures. It was nice to go to a vegetarian restaurant so that Mr. Cool could have a lot of options as opposed to being limited to one or two. After dinner that night, we parted ways with the family, and made our way back to the Theater District to try and score a &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/magnolia-bakery-new-york-3#query:magnolia%20times%20square"&gt;Magnolia&lt;/a&gt; cupcake before our trip came to and end. Though there weren't a ton of flavor options left by the time we got there, we were happy to find two red velvets with our names on them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TODChhAJI7I/AAAAAAAAEE0/0XHDVhGl7vg/s1600/DSC03130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TODChhAJI7I/AAAAAAAAEE0/0XHDVhGl7vg/s320/DSC03130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539641422716150706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ordered them "to go" and ate them at our hotel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TODCxHb3zoI/AAAAAAAAEFM/BqOqyKkH88k/s1600/DSC03129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TODCxHb3zoI/AAAAAAAAEFM/BqOqyKkH88k/s320/DSC03129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539641690731040386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TODEP5CfOAI/AAAAAAAAEFU/YJZLUXzAAyY/s1600/DSC03131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TODEP5CfOAI/AAAAAAAAEFU/YJZLUXzAAyY/s320/DSC03131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539643318954047490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And with that, our Big Apple honeymoon came to an end! It was over way too fast, and we loved every second of it. Mr. Cool and I definitely plan to return soon. Possibly next year, if I get my way . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we boarded the plane to come home, the flight attendant announced that San Francisco was the only place in the country where it was raining that day. With Mr. Cool's help, I turned up my nose at that news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TODCjG_NG9I/AAAAAAAAEFE/fhn2AXm0y4E/s1600/DSC03134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TODCjG_NG9I/AAAAAAAAEFE/fhn2AXm0y4E/s320/DSC03134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539641450092633042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of the day, though, there's no place like home, and I was happy to be back in "our" city. Up next, our friends welcome us back and help us finish our leftover wedding cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have plans to return to your honeymoon locale in the near future?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-8610913023868128435?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8610913023868128435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-big-apple-honeymoon-food-part-three.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8610913023868128435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8610913023868128435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-big-apple-honeymoon-food-part-three.html' title='Our Big Apple Honeymoon: The Food, Part Three And Good-Bye'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjL1SMgHbqQ/TOC8rlGRF3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ny0tPqqXIFs/s72-c/DSC03105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-6550815121761472940</id><published>2010-11-15T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T06:23:00.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honeymoons'/><title type='text'>Our Big Apple Honeymoon: The Food, Part Two</title><content type='html'>I meant to post the final chapters of our Big Apple honeymoon last week, but life (and by life, I mean work), got in the way. It's Sunday night as I write this, and I still have a ton of documents to read before a big work meeting tomorrow, but I'm trying to salvage the last remaining moments of the weekend. On an unrelated note, this is my 300&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; post! I never thought I'd be able to come up with so many posts about our wedding, but somehow I've managed. A big thanks to all of you who have stuck with me despite my ramblings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, back to New York! Mr. Cool and I decided that our absolute favorite part of our honeymoon was a walking/eating tour we took with &lt;a href="http://www.scottspizzatours.com/"&gt;Scott's Pizza Tours&lt;/a&gt;. I know, I know. It sounds lame and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt;-touristy, but it was actually very informative and a total blast. Bonus for us: there was only one other person on the tour, so we got to linger a lot longer at some of the restaurants and ask all the questions we wanted. Of course, less people meant more pizza for us, too! Here's Scott - he's awesome, even though he totally cringed when Mr. Cool told him I had a wedding blog:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB7CEdo6HI/AAAAAAAAEDU/nedJoyRaJjM/s1600/scott_bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB7CEdo6HI/AAAAAAAAEDU/nedJoyRaJjM/s320/scott_bus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539562817153722482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scottspizzatours.com/p/tourphotos/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first stop of the tour was &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/alleva-dairy-new-york"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alleva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a deli in Little Italy. We learned that it was the first Italian deli in New York City, established in 1892:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB8eafjKCI/AAAAAAAAEDc/kmsgGeKBoNA/s1600/DSC03064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB8eafjKCI/AAAAAAAAEDc/kmsgGeKBoNA/s320/DSC03064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539564403615279138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB8e6ymqJI/AAAAAAAAEDk/IG3ANASYcfw/s1600/DSC03063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB8e6ymqJI/AAAAAAAAEDk/IG3ANASYcfw/s320/DSC03063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539564412285134994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside, we got to sample some mozzarella that was only 20 minutes old and fresh out of the water it was sitting in. The cheese was unsalted, so it tasted like fresh, creamy milk. It was delicious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB8gOnewXI/AAAAAAAAED0/ncoQWJucYfo/s1600/DSC03059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB8gOnewXI/AAAAAAAAED0/ncoQWJucYfo/s320/DSC03059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539564434787058034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also saw several wheels of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;parmesan&lt;/span&gt;, valued at around $800 apiece. Personally, I'd rather spend my cash on a serious pair of heels, but we all have our vices, right?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB8fAsWC2I/AAAAAAAAEDs/LF3H9YSIR7Y/s1600/DSC03061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB8fAsWC2I/AAAAAAAAEDs/LF3H9YSIR7Y/s320/DSC03061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539564413869493090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, we headed to &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/lombardis-pizza-new-york"&gt;Lombardi's Pizza&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nolita&lt;/span&gt;. Inside, we were able to take a look at the original, coal-fired oven from 1905:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB_jsIvAjI/AAAAAAAAED8/oNusHUygR9k/s1600/DSC03065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB_jsIvAjI/AAAAAAAAED8/oNusHUygR9k/s320/DSC03065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539567792785654322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott and several of the employees explained how the oven worked, but I was more interested in the pizza. It was high noon by then, and I was hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB_jwo0gJI/AAAAAAAAEEE/4aESrMG1uPQ/s1600/DSC03066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB_jwo0gJI/AAAAAAAAEEE/4aESrMG1uPQ/s320/DSC03066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539567793993973906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;margherita&lt;/span&gt;  pizza did not disappoint. Between the three of us and Scott, we promptly devoured the entire pie. I also got a quick lesson on the way New Yorkers fold their pizza to eat it so that the toppings and cheese don't fall off:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOCECtgPMGI/AAAAAAAAEEk/V3j3Onid--k/s1600/ny03-pizza11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOCECtgPMGI/AAAAAAAAEEk/V3j3Onid--k/s320/ny03-pizza11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539572723775123554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://darthmojo.wordpress.com/2008/04/22/new-york-day-three-part-1/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't West Coasters eat their pizza this way? I have no idea, but it's pure genius. Actually, I think it's because West Coasters are all about loading tons of toppings onto their pizzas: figs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;brocollini&lt;/span&gt;, capers, you name it. I think New Yorkers are more purist when it comes to their pizza toppings, which makes for more manageable slices. In any event, I'm pretty sure I'm a convert now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Lombardi's, we visited a store in Soho that specializes in repairing stainless steel pizza ovens. I forgot to snap a photo, but I did manage to take some of the two other pizzerias we visited. We visited&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/search?find_desc=joe%27s+pizza&amp;amp;ns=1&amp;amp;find_loc=nyc"&gt; Joe's Pizza&lt;/a&gt; in the West Village for a slice of cheese pizza:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB_kUgaKrI/AAAAAAAAEEM/1P8J6w97sfo/s1600/DSC03067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB_kUgaKrI/AAAAAAAAEEM/1P8J6w97sfo/s320/DSC03067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539567803622369970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last on the tour was &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/johns-pizzeria-new-york-4"&gt;John's Pizzeria&lt;/a&gt;, also in the West Village:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB_k8HQABI/AAAAAAAAEEU/Z86xP2OPTXs/s1600/DSC03069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB_k8HQABI/AAAAAAAAEEU/Z86xP2OPTXs/s320/DSC03069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539567814254264338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By this point, we were stuffed to the brim, so we took the leftover pizza to go. John's doesn't serve pizza by the slice, so we were left with about half a pie. I'll admit that I scarfed a leftover slice down later, before we headed down to the theater district to see Chicago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB_lSBuyiI/AAAAAAAAEEc/FWGF7dBV0o0/s1600/DSC03086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB_lSBuyiI/AAAAAAAAEEc/FWGF7dBV0o0/s320/DSC03086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539567820136696354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I was going to share a bit more of our eating adventure in this post, but it's getting a bit long, so I'll save it for my last and final installment of our Big Apple honeymoon. We loved this pizza tour, and couldn't recommend it enough. Definitely check it out if you are in Manhattan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you every been on a food tour?&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/6645079444505997747-6550815121761472940?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/6550815121761472940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-big-apple-honeymoon-food-part-two.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/6550815121761472940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/6550815121761472940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-big-apple-honeymoon-food-part-two.html' title='Our Big Apple Honeymoon: The Food, Part Two'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TOB7CEdo6HI/AAAAAAAAEDU/nedJoyRaJjM/s72-c/scott_bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-8406148632740360168</id><published>2010-11-12T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T06:21:00.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank Yous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Happy Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNy03Y3fULI/AAAAAAAAEDM/TBFA1AURwhU/s1600/Early-Christmas-Shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNy03Y3fULI/AAAAAAAAEDM/TBFA1AURwhU/s320/Early-Christmas-Shopping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538500505419862194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://leeloveshottrends.com/early-christmas-shopping-tips"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Friday, lovelies! I thought I'd be bored after the wedding, but it seems like there's still so much to do. Thank you notes need to be written, gifts need to be put away and the holidays are rapidly approaching. Can you believe Thanksgiving is less than two weeks away? Craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we're meeting up with some friends after work at a brewery here in San Francisco. Tomorrow, I'm going to try and sneak in a bit of early Christmas shopping, and tomorrow night we're off to a party at a friend's apartment. At some point, Mr. Cool and I will find homes for our gifts and get cracking on our thank you notes. We just got them from Vista Print, and they turned out great! I promise to share them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday, everyone!&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/6645079444505997747-8406148632740360168?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8406148632740360168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-friday_12.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8406148632740360168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/8406148632740360168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-friday_12.html' title='Happy Friday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNy03Y3fULI/AAAAAAAAEDM/TBFA1AURwhU/s72-c/Early-Christmas-Shopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-3573467508859964320</id><published>2010-11-10T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T06:36:09.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honeymoons'/><title type='text'>Our Big Apple Honeymoon: The Food, Part One</title><content type='html'>Now that I’ve managed to &lt;a href="http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/um-what.html"&gt;sleep soundly for a few nights&lt;/a&gt;, let’s get back to our honeymoon recaps, shall we? I’ve saved the best for last, and in my opinion, the best part of New York City is the food. I come from a foodie city myself, so I was definitely looking forward to the East Coast’s offerings in this department. Thank you so much to fellow bridal blogger &lt;a href="http://teneleventen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ghenet&lt;/a&gt;*, who recommended the majority of the restaurants we chowed down at during our honeymoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a direct flight from SFO to JFK (a little over five hours), we were starving. After grabbing a slice of sub-par pizza somewhere near our hotel, I was excited to learn that Mr. Cool had looked into restaurants in Midtown East, where we were staying.&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi0MAHmXdI/AAAAAAAAEBE/NIZcbo-lajI/s1600/DSC02922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi0MAHmXdI/AAAAAAAAEBE/NIZcbo-lajI/s320/DSC02922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537373860135329234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo of said sub-par pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner the first night was at a Puerto Rican restaurant called Sofrito. I knew things were off to a good start when the “carafe” of sangria we ordered came out in a huge pitcher with a kitchen-sized wooden spoon for stirring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi0MhkGCgI/AAAAAAAAEBM/A9GA-V1Cqr4/s1600/DSC02925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi0MhkGCgI/AAAAAAAAEBM/A9GA-V1Cqr4/s320/DSC02925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537373869113215490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi0M73gUlI/AAAAAAAAEBU/YZ-ujjlYHo0/s1600/DSC02923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi0M73gUlI/AAAAAAAAEBU/YZ-ujjlYHo0/s320/DSC02923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537373876173951570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food was delicious, too. I ordered the shrimp and rice soup and was not disappointed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi0NHOYkRI/AAAAAAAAEBc/Hx03ELHhAYs/s1600/DSC02927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi0NHOYkRI/AAAAAAAAEBc/Hx03ELHhAYs/s320/DSC02927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537373879222702354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was also a live band that was fantastic! The energy inside of the restaurant was upbeat and fun, with couples and friends dancing in the aisles between the tables. Our eating adventure was off to a great start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we lazily woke up just in time to eat again. This time, our destination was Cafeteria in Chelsea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi2GsKnutI/AAAAAAAAEBs/2eiLRnuyxt8/s1600/DSC02929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi2GsKnutI/AAAAAAAAEBs/2eiLRnuyxt8/s320/DSC02929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537375967903202002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was feeling a bit sinus-y from the flight the day before, so a green tea was just what the doctor ordered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi0NqWhzXI/AAAAAAAAEBk/_bog0-CXYwc/s1600/DSC02933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi0NqWhzXI/AAAAAAAAEBk/_bog0-CXYwc/s320/DSC02933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537373888652103026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The eggs benedict was delicious delicious as well, as were Mr. Cool’s lemon ricotta pancakes. I was a bad blogger and forgot to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not, however, forget to take pictures of the Indian food we ate that night at Tamarind in the Flatiron District. I was excited to see that the menu featured a fiery Maharastrian chicken dish, since I love spicy food and Mr. Cool is 100% Marathi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi3LxIxx9I/AAAAAAAAECU/SQSBM12hwnc/s1600/DSC02974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi3LxIxx9I/AAAAAAAAECU/SQSBM12hwnc/s320/DSC02974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537377154648623058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This dish was indeed fiery, and did not disappoint! I paired my meal with a cooling glass of rose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi2HLLjNJI/AAAAAAAAEB0/K-uG39PgtuQ/s1600/DSC02972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi2HLLjNJI/AAAAAAAAEB0/K-uG39PgtuQ/s320/DSC02972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537375976228598930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It definitely hit the spot after the spicy food – this dish is not for the faint of heart (i.e., spice-adverse)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we got the eating party off on the right foot with a trip to Penelope in Kips Bay/Midtown East:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi49l9BkSI/AAAAAAAAECs/Xoe0yPO3sf0/s1600/DSC02987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi49l9BkSI/AAAAAAAAECs/Xoe0yPO3sf0/s320/DSC02987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537379110151622946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, we had to try the apple cider mimosas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi2IN_9QgI/AAAAAAAAECM/X2Tc0TeKwm0/s1600/DSC02985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi2IN_9QgI/AAAAAAAAECM/X2Tc0TeKwm0/s320/DSC02985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537375994165150210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the pumpkin waffles were AH-mazing! I think I could eat them for every meal, every day of my life. Sigh, if only carbs were considered “health food.” Calories don’t count on your honeymoon, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi49SW94nI/AAAAAAAAECk/AyRKF4ri3FQ/s1600/DSC02986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi49SW94nI/AAAAAAAAECk/AyRKF4ri3FQ/s320/DSC02986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537379104891724402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner that night was at One if by Land - Two if by Sea in the West Village. This place was fancy, and had an “old New York” feel to it. I was excited to dress up in my new favorite LBD and heels for a night on the town with Mr. Cool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi499pXsKI/AAAAAAAAEC0/uKPnomVqb7w/s1600/DSC03045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi499pXsKI/AAAAAAAAEC0/uKPnomVqb7w/s320/DSC03045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537379116511637666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn’t take any photos inside of the restaurant, since it was a pretty upscale place, but there are plenty on the internet to give you an idea:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi6qebIVvI/AAAAAAAAEC8/6o7kO5yUIec/s1600/oneif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi6qebIVvI/AAAAAAAAEC8/6o7kO5yUIec/s320/oneif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537380980736153330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://newyork.citysearch.com/profile/7117463/new_york_ny/one_if_by_land_two_if_by_sea.html#profileTab-photos"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNjC1JNM3QI/AAAAAAAAEDE/XFddvsoMo-I/s1600/DSC03049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNjC1JNM3QI/AAAAAAAAEDE/XFddvsoMo-I/s320/DSC03049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537389960112168194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ordered the beef wellington, and Mr. Cool ordered the mushroom risotto. After an amuse bouche of pumpkin soup and a dinner salad, I couldn’t finish my meal, which was outstanding. I managed to recover in time for dessert, however. Mine was a chocolate confection with root beer sorbet and peanut butter gelee. Mr. Cool was impressed with the science behind our desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next, some late night food in Hell’s Kitchen, our survey of quintessential NYC snacks and our favorite adventure we had on our honeymoon! Yes, it involves eating. Don’t judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite restaurant in NYC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Come to think of it, all of the restaurants mentioned in this post (with the exception of the sub-par pizza) were recommended by Ghenet. Thanks so much for building an awesome food itinerary for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645079444505997747-3573467508859964320?l=perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/feeds/3573467508859964320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-big-apple-honeymoon-food-part-one.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/3573467508859964320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645079444505997747/posts/default/3573467508859964320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualpartyplanner.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-big-apple-honeymoon-food-part-one.html' title='Our Big Apple Honeymoon: The Food, Part One'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04724896577355920828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdD8YhlOoIE/TdR3pznk6PI/AAAAAAAAFFY/dTncYRP6ldw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNi0MAHmXdI/AAAAAAAAEBE/NIZcbo-lajI/s72-c/DSC02922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645079444505997747.post-4794505117829792118</id><published>2010-11-08T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T06:22:59.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>Um . . . What?</title><content type='html'>I interrupt these recaps of our Big Apple Honeymoon with this public service announcement to all you newlywed ladies: the wedding-related nightmares don't necessarily end when the wedding is over. As bizarre as it may sound, I have woken up twice in the past two weeks from some very unpleasant dreams about our wedding. Which is weird, since I only had one wedding-related nightmare I can remember before the wedding took place:&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/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNeAsD2WC7I/AAAAAAAAEAs/MSvncrIBWWo/s1600/nightmare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdvrkVKt8Is/TNeAsD2WC7I/AAAAAAAAEAs/MSvncrIBWWo/s320/nightmare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537035761311157170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Health/WomensHealth/story?id=5782394&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On both occasions, I promptly woke my husband* up to regale him with all the gory details. In the first nightmare, it was the morning of our wedding and I was getting ready with my mom and my bridesmaids in our hotel room. When it was time to head to the venue, we all jumped into cabs and reconvened at the winery. It wa
