After everyone hit the buffet, we settled in for the toasts. In England, the best man’s speech is longer than in the US and more akin to a stand up comedy routine/roast for the groom. Mr. D’s brother is not that wild about public speaking, so he opted for the US tradition.
It was sweet, funny and brought a smile and a tear to everyone’s face.
Since I had two MOH’s , OZ-MOH began with humorous and touching stories.
Stories, that apparently made me feel I might need a swig or two…
MB-MOH closed the bridal party speeches with a task for Mr.D and I.
She asked him to place his hand on top of mine, and proceeded to let him know that that would surely be the last time he had the upper hand in our relationship.
Mr.D stood, and thanked everyone for coming and supporting us in this part of lives. While not a lover of public speaking, he did a fabulous job.
Then my father went to the mic to give his speech,
and rendered us both speechless- he choked up,
I choked up, we hugged it out.
It was overwhelming to feel the love pouring from our friends and family. The toasts were one of my favorite parts of the day. Hearing how much our family and friends love us is something I will always cherish and the humor and kindness with which the message was delivered with will never be forgotten.
In case you were curious about the detail or DIY aspects of dinner:
the cork place holders turned out well
as did the table settings
(Image via Jenna Cole)
This post was hard to write because I’m still irked by mistakes from our caterer, which I’d rather go over while discussing dinner instead of the reception. The food that was served was not the food we contracted for at the tasting. While much of it was similar, the mains were different and it would have been an easy consultation to make with us. I loved the catering staff the day of, but our coordinator was a huge frustration. I’ll simply say that she chose to ignore her contract and chose to try and shut the bar down an hour early. I was livid, we were having a relatively short reception as it was and removing an hour from it was not in the contract. Since I did not have a DOC, I had to find the caterering coordinator to ask what was going on (in four inch heels and a wedding dress). I couldn’t find her in the kitchen, or in the house, or in the parking lot. I finally asked one of her staff to help me since it had already taken 20 minutes to search the previous places. After finding her I asked what was going on, re-explained the terms of the contract and she agreed to shut the bar down at the proper time and to focus her break down efforts elsewhere. If you’re an MD/DC/VA bride I don’t mind sharing who my caterer was, but I’m choosing not to link to them for this post.
Did you cry (or have a bit of champers) during your toasts? Any major frustrations at your wedding?
All photos from Evan Bishop unless otherwise noted
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