Lobster and I arrived at the downtown hotel where our reception was being held. We joined the cluster of bridesmaids and groomsmen waiting for us outside the doors to the reception hall. A muffled Michael Buble could be heard crooning just beyond the closed doors and the flicker of candlelight danced with shadows through the sheer curtains in the windows.
One by one, the bridal party entered the room to cheers and applause. Finally, it was our turn to be introduced to our family as husband and wife.
The love in the room was palpable. As soon as we entered, the roar of joy and the warmth of love in that room was almost overwhelming.
The first order of business was Lobster's and my first dance. We chose to dance to the song "Only You Can Love Me This Way" by Keith Urban. Yes, I cried. Lobster may or may not have teared up. Tough guy.
After dinner, it was time for the toasts.
First up were my parents. My mom made a 35 minute speech. Seriously. It was good...but it was long. Yes, I cried.
Then it was my sister, Cupcake, and her soon-to-be-husband and the best man, Happy Pants.
Both Cupcake and I cried during her speech.
No one cried for the best man's speech...oh wait. He cried. Crybaby! (Just kidding, Happy Pants!)
And while we're all crying, let's go ahead and throw in a Father/Daughter dance, shall we? Oh yeah. I cried like a baby. This picture makes me tear up every time.
Of course, we did all the traditional things that you do at a wedding. Lobster using his teeth to find my garter was especially embarrassing. Thanks for the suggestion, Happy Pants.
But the best part of the party was the dancing. Boy, was there dancing!
...and a little drinking...just a little.
Every now and then Lobster and I would sneak away for a little break from the jubilation to just check in on each other. We were having so much fun with our friends and family but neither of us forgot that the evening was about one another.
Finally, around midnight, I had had enough. It hit me all of a sudden that I was utterly exhausted. So we cued the DJ and let everyone know that it was time for us to go.
Amid the jingling of wedding bells, our wonderful guests gave us a grand send off. And since our vintage getaway car had its engine explode that morning, instead of driving off into the night, we strolled...
...just around the corner to the main enterance of the same hotel because we had booked the honeymoon suite! It was rather humorous trying to sneak back into the hotel without any of our departing guests seeing us. Kinda hard to miss the chick in the wedding dress...
And that is the story of how a Lobster and his lady finally tied the knot and had the most wonderful day of their lives (so far).
And they lived happily ever after.