The Wedding

The big day snuck up fast and went by even faster. The day before the wedding we had a major snow storm but I braved the elements to pick up floral arrangements and run other pre-wedding errands. We had a nice rehearsal and BBQ dinner with friends that night thanks to the Spryns.

The day of the wedding I was up early to drop lots of things off at the golf club and get my make-up done and to do my hair. I called Bob at noon and he was still sleeping. All he had to do was brush his teeth and put on a tux.

The ceremony was great. Our friend Lindsay promised to sing at my wedding 8 years ago and held up her promise and sounded lovely. Bob’s good friend Pete played “In My Life” on guitar for the walk down the aisle and it couldn’t  have been more perfect. He had been working hard on the arrangement for quite some time and we were blown away by what he came up with. Dear Dave Matthews: If you ever can’t get a hold of Tim Reynolds to play alongside you, call Pete. Throughout the rest of the ceremony we had a gospel group called The Voices of Clouds perform. The group helped to liven things up. Our last special guest was our friend Brendan who performed an Irish blessing for us. Who better to do an Irish blessing than a 100% Irishman?

After the ceremony we had a horse-drawn sleigh waiting for us.  It was a perfect, snowy night for a sleigh ride. The horses name was Phil and he was a handsome fella. I wish we had more time to spend on the sleigh. We only took a short ride around the parking lot so we could get to the Frank’s house to see the fireworks!

The Frank Family decks their house out every year to raise money for cancer. When they found out Bob and I recommended folks stop by their house, they offered to set off fireworks for us. We took them up on their offer and they went above and beyond by helping people park cars, directing traffic, and having my little cousin countdown to a big lighting ceremony. If you get a chance, check out their home and donate some money to cancer research on their behalf. They are a great family in our community.

We got to the reception hall and I got to see all of our planning and decor come together. My Mom’s friend Nancy created the floral arrangements for us and they were stunning. I also got chair covers and sashes, which mom kept trying to talk me out of until she finally caved it. At the reception she told me the chair covers and sashes were worth the extra money. NEWS ALERT This means my mom admitted she was wrong and I was right about something. It had to be noted.

As a surprise to our sweet-tooth family we had an old-fashioned candy store setup like my Grandpa John used to do for all of the grandkids at the cottage for the 4th of July. By the time I got a chance to check it out, a good majority of the candy was gone. I’m pretty sure my family filled their candy bag and then shoved extras in their coat pockets. We should have frisked them as they left.

After making the rounds and saying hello to everyone, a surprisingly sober Bob demonstrated his moves on the dance floor. For anyone that missed Bob’s dancing skills “White Man’s Overbite” says it all. If you’re reading this my hubby, I think you looked like Fred Astaire.

I feel like I left so much out, but most people that read this blog were there, so you know what happened. To see pictures from the fabulous Rachel Gracie, please go to:

www.eventpix.com and type in Jennifer and Robert. The password is sprynwed

We will post many more pictures on our gallery (which is a little easier to use.)

Rachel is an amazing photographer in Rochester. She is so sweet and easy to work with and captured all of the details I was looking for throughout the day. She has a photojournalistic style and her pictures outside at night are my favourite. Her use of color at night is amazing. I highly recommend her to anyone. On top of being a great photographer, she had my proofs sent to me within four days.

A big thank you to our vendors and people that made our day extra special:

The Episcopal Church of the Good Shepherd and Rev. Robbins for allowing us to bring our dog, Rev. DeVuyst for assisting with the ceremony, Heberle Stables for the horse-drawn sleigh, Rachel Gracie for her photography skills, Nancy Wolcott for the lovely centerpieces, The Frank family for the fireworks display, The Voices of Clouds for the soulful music, Pierre at Turner Music Productions for keeping people dancing all night, and Meg Klem and Dave Tiberio at Webster Golf Club for easily accepting my special requests.

Lastly, a big thank you to my mom and dad for working hard to provide my dream wedding and for taking countless phone calls to change this or add that. After a busy week, we need a vacation. We need to go fishin’ instead of just a wishin’.

The drive back to Rochester

Bob and I drove back to Rochester for our wedding and to spend Christmas with our families. While we were in Podunk Town, Colorado Bob noticed an odor of sorts and we quickly discovered it was coming from Paco’s rear end. He had pooped in his cat carrier and it was smeared all over his fur. After trying to find a Petsmart or grooming station within an hour’s drive, we were out of luck and needed to clean Paco up fast.

Bob entered a gas station, let the teenage attendant know our cat had a “small accident” in the car and she said it wasn’t a problem if Bob and I washed him in the bathroom sink. 5 minutes later, Bob, Paco and I were in the men’s room of a gas station crowded around a sink. Bob had plastic bags on his hands while washing Paco’s bottom with liquid hand soap from the dispenser. My job was to hold Paco still in the sink so bob could get him clean but I wasn’t much help. I was too busy alternating between laughing and choking back vomit while gagging on the smell.

The icing on the cake was when a man walked into the men’s room and Bob said “Yo. We’re washing our cat” and the guy laughed a left. By the time Paco was finally getting clean the warm water had run out and it was cold. The poor little guy was shaking and traumatized. The good news is that Paco learned it isn’t fun to poop in his cage and he didn’t do it again.

The rest of the trip was uneventful unless you consider me rolling down my window to spit gum out, but missing the giant hole and spitting my gum on the ceiling and having it bounce back and stick to my sweatshirt as eventful.

   

   

A whirl-wind weekend in NY

I flew to Rochester last weekend for many reasons. First, Aunt Jodi turns 50 this Christmas so the family held a party for her at the Harmony House in Webster and had a live band playing. It was a masquerade ball so folks showed up in ball gowns, tuxedos, long gloves, diamonds (some real, most fake I’m sure), a kilt, and gorgeous feather masks. With the help of some alcohol, the dance floor was full and I got a taste of the Dron’s dancing skills so I know what I’m in for at my wedding.

After seeing Grandpa Zip bust a move, I immediately knew where my dad and uncle Jimmy got their sweet skills. Lets just say they won’t be winning a mirrorball trophy anytime soon, but they sure do have fun. To our younger friends known for dancing (that is you- Nespeca)- bring your dancing shoes and prepare for dance-offs!

Saturday was spent running errands and was very productive. I met with the DJ and had alterations done as well and also met with the banquet planner at the Golf Club. Sunday our family was supposed to have a portrait taken but due to some unexpected kidney stones and a trip to the ER, mom and dad bailed out. Had mom been able to make it to the photoshoot, she would have been drooling like a bulldog due to the vicodin she had to take. It ended up being Amanda and I posing together. And by posing, I mean I am choking her in one picture and pretending I’m at a photoshoot by “Glamour Shots by Deb” in Napolean Dynamite. The photographer told me not to smile for a few pictures so I look downright cranky.

After a flight delay I made it back to Colorado late Sunday night. I was lucky to come home to a clean house (windows washed and all!), a dog that finally broke the squeaker in his annoying toy, cuddly Paco, and a big hug from my husband-to-be.