I reminded myself the night before, although we’ve got a major showroom party, where there will be endless prosecco, DO NOT GET DRUNK! YOU DO NOT WANT TO WAKE UP HUNGOVER ON YOUR WEDDING DAY!!
I was good at the party, and I would’ve woken up fantastic the next morning, if we hadn’t decided to celebrate a successful party that night with a stopover at Boom in Soho. A glass of sparking rose later…
It’s morning! It’s wedding day! We’re meeting the photographer at City Hall at 10am, and… can I stay in bed for 10 minutes more? I hopped out of bed, groggy and nauseous, and plugged the curling iron in. Here goes…
We make it to City Hall 10am on the dot, but the photographers are nowhere to be seen. We grabbed a ticket, expecting a long wait, but was called to the station window only 5 minutes later. Still no photographers! I frantically try to reach them by phone, text message, skype… and find out a bit later that they’d missed their subway, but were on their way. 11am, they’re finally here, and – deep breath – we proceed to the window. We’re getting married!
We wait in the little room outside the chapel for the previous wedded couple to leave. The officiant walks in moments later, with the thickest New York accent I’ve heard in a long time.
Our new family portrait 🙂 (including Mike, our best man and witness)
My favorite ❤