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The Randomizer: Taco

I got married in August 2010 in San Francisco. In the time since “I Do,” I turned 30, grew my website (thanks, wacky SF public-transit), and celebrated a year of wedded bliss by overspending in Napa Valley. Sixteen months later, my dirty wedding dress is still hanging on a door in our apartment.

After not looking at our wedding photos for a bit, I couldn’t wait to see what the randomizer came up with.

Yeah, I dunno about this one. Excited face, for me, translates to either “mouth open” or “scrunchy face.” I do love bubbly, toasting, and that fella right there, so there is that.

Now pronounced husband and wife. We are trying way too hard not to fall down —  that’s at least what I’m doing. The floors were really shiny.

Groomsman Nick during toasts. Mr. T was in his wedding, and his wife designed our invitations. In sum, we love Nick, and he looks fabulous in his suit. We intended for toasts to be no pressure for our dads and bridal-party peeps, requesting beforehand to let us know if they planned on talking. Though this is probably the most boring part for everyone else, it was one of the most heartwarming parts of mine. I still think about our toasts somewhat regularly — tearing up on occasion — so I’m glad for this photo reminder.

Oh my gah, the Tacos’ wedding photo booth. This pic was in my photo-booth recap, and it still makes me smile. Speaking of things that make me smile, say hello to the balcony-lounge beanbag chairs off to the left; I wish I could’ve taken one home.

Bridesmaid J, who doubled as pastry chef, as the ladies get dolled up that morning. I’m not sure if she’s looking at me, but I’ll definitely be looking at her like this on her wedding day.

Our three rings outside our venue, a cousin of a pic from my wedding details recap. I like the texture in this one.

Here, the groom is taking a break from the dance floor. Little did he know he’d get, like, three lap dances this way (from men and women).

The guestbook and my DIY projects: 1) wrapping floral tape and feathers around regular pens, and 2) Putting computer printouts (guestbook instructions) in a frame. Watch out, Martha Stewart. The photo-booth pictures were later placed near their corresponding signatures.

The Soul Train line kicked so much ass. There’s a version of this pic in my Just Dance recap. Look at all the happy!

Get. Down. Everyone in this photo is singing along and I freakin’ love it and them.

At the end of this exercise, especially if you have doubts, you should feel like a million bucks over the best damned day there ever were. Like I always say, your favorite wedding should be your own.

Next, I promise to finish my Taco honeymoon recaps! Follow along with Athens leg of the honeymoon (including links to everything before that), and check out the rest of the Tacos’ Supreme day.

All photos in this post by Ashley Forrette Photography.

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Ancient Civilizations Tour: Athens

Note: We touched down in Athens, spent an evening/night there, then left early the next morning to go to Santorini. We came back to Athens for another few days after we returned from the island, so I’m consolidating the whole city experience into one post.

Athens is large — at more than 3-million residents — and dense. It’s fairly gritty and urban, which reminded me of a lot of my favorite cities, including the one I live in. It didn’t seem to have many new buildings — built or in progress — or structures. The Greek economy fell apart in 2010, so these things are surely connected. Even as a tourist in the center of town, it was fairly obvious. Having wandered in mostly central neighborhoods, I can’t speak for the rest of the city. In some parts, it felt like a large metropolis that just happened to have leftover, questionably cared-for historical relics in the middle of it. But people were kind and our hotel really took care of us. It was really easy to feel like a local, with many locals going about their days around us.

From the balcony at Art Hotel in Omonoia.

Complimentary white wine from the hotel. They were so nice and this bottle reminds me of their perfect September weather.

Favorite things:

  • Figuring out the words, using my spotty memories of math class and sorority row in college. ἔξοδος is exodus, a much cooler word for exit. Μετρό is Metro. Epsilon, rho, and delta eventually tipped me off.
  • Gyros with a pint of Mythos or Alpha. Like lots of grab-and-go food, there are lots of so-so places to get one (including a sketchy one near the ferry terminal at night), but there are also really great places to get one, too. The Plaka neighborhood was teeming with spots.

  • Metro. We zipped here and there on it, mostly through Plaka, Omonoia, Monastiraki neighborhoods.

Omonoia

Thissio

Plaka

  • The Acropolis

 

Temple of Olympian Zeus (how’s that for a name?).

Next, we visit Santorini, the prettiest place in the world.

Catch up with the rest of the Ancient Civilizations tour here:

Taco who?

  • Before we honeymooned, of course, we got married. My last wedding recap has all the links to our 2010 San Francisco wedding.

Ancient Civilizations Tour: Venice

We wandered north from Tuscany to visit Venice for roughly 24 hours. Though we spent the least amount of time in this city, it deserves its own post because it’s one of the strangest places I’ve ever been.

The two-hour train ride from Florence reminded me a lot of the Central Valley in California. Much of the country reminded me of the Golden State, due to acres of cultivated agriculture and vine-dotted rolling hills between major cities. Venice’s well-documented, high-quality foodstuffs makes perfect sense, knowing that this stuff surrounds it.

The (Italian!) leather-bound journal with our names and wedding date was a wedding present. We wrote in it every day, especially when we were in transit, taking notes in a museum, or annoyed. All personal photos.

A native Florentine working at one of the wineries (more on those here) made a couple funny statements about Venice that now seem spot-on:

1) The Venetian hotel in Las Vegas looks very much like Venice, Italy.

2) Venice isn’t exactly Italy. It’s just Venice.

Now, having been there, I’d describe the city as somehow historic, cheesy, romantic, touristy, and beautiful at the same time. It did look very much like the Venetian and many other theme-park-like places. And, short of the magnets and conversation between few-and-far-between locals, I also kept forgetting it was Italy.

High-end glassblowers and local shops capitalizing on Venetian Carnival take space next to numerous gondoliers. Tiny, tiny waterway streets and footpaths are everywhere, and they smelled familiarly of Monterey Bay or Pier 39 in San Francisco. It is so easy to get lost here, with a map, even when direction-averse me wasn’t navigating. The most harrowing search for a flattened penny (the only one in the city) happened here. But the twisty, turning walk, which brought us to a play group of local moms and kids, was a good way to see the city. The city’s own Accademia was worth visiting, despite many pieces being ill-preserved. Piazza San Marco was perfect for people-watching and marveling at the pigeons-to-humans ratio.

Our hotel (Hotel Bernardi) is on the right.

Murano glass up the wazoo.

I’m intrigued by the faux-city/state/region phenomenon in theme parks and other huge tourist draws, a la Disneyland and Las Vegas. Venice totally started it.

Ponte di Rialto

In addition to inspiring the waterwayed look — word up, Venice Beach, CA –  they say Venice also started the eat-local thing. The city’s access to high-quality seafood is no joke. Since we only had one dinner, we wanted something very local: ciccetti, or Venetian tapas. When we asked for a menu, our Quasimodo-like waiter pointed at himself and said he was the menu. He recommended a homemade beer, tasty seafood platter, and a local white wine we hadn’t heard of, so we just went for it. Though I was too timid (as Quasimodo teased me) to eat the blue-tinged, raw langostino lobsters, the in-shell scallops, mussels, and swordfish carpaccio covered in olive oil were out of this world.

A major port city in the region, it hosts the most colorful, bountiful farmer’s market this Bay Area gal has seen. It being a historic port city, it was also a center for commerce. Modern banking started here, hence The Merchant of Venice, one of my favorites.

I have a soft spot for feather accessories (scroll through my wedding recaps to spot them), so I bought one of many Carnival masks for sale. You can’t take pictures of these, and the photo of me with the one I bought is far too creepy to put online.

We were conflicted about the gondola ride. You can ride something less-sexy but functionally similar called a traghetto for half the cost. Did we want to do one that much? But, cost, shmost. At what cost, you ask? 100 euros for 30 minutes. The gondolier said we could “make love” on this nighttime ride and he wouldn’t look. (We didn’t, but thanks). We went past Marco Polo’s old digs and resisted the urge to go “Marco…POLO!” Even though I kind of hate water games because of the swimming thing.

The blurry view from a moving boat.

All in all, a fun place to visit, but, for me, not for more than a few days. We flew from Venice Marco Polo Airport to Athens, Greece next. We saw dentists and autobody shops on the bus to the airport, so I wondered, as we left,  if this is where Venetians live. With that, we took off to country numero dos — a new one for both of us — on this trip.

Catch up with the rest of the Ancient Civilizations tour here:

Taco who?

  • Before we honeymooned, of course, we got married. My last wedding recap has all the links to our 2010 San Francisco wedding.

Ancient Civilizations Tour: Florence and Tuscany

What better activity after your huge sigh of relief post-wedding?

In September 2010, three weeks after I-Do, we went to Italy, Greece, and Egypt for a three-week honeymoon. We talked about this honeymoon option even before we got engaged, getting a kick out of the ancient-history angle, so I’m pumped we could make it happen. Thanks to our guests, the good people at Honeyfund, and some hoarded vacation time, we were on our way.

Let’s start with the first leg of the trip in Northern Italy: Florence and wine-tasting in Tuscany.

Bella chaos. All personal pics.

Florence is a good stop for anyone who likes Chianti, art history, and carts full of leather purses. We started out at a daily market in San Lorenzo replete with said carts, food, and other goodies, then hung out in a nearby church square with Peronis. Sitting around in a square with the current country’s cheap beer is one of my favorite tourist activities, so we enjoyed a restful afternoon after a long day of traveling. Our walk brought us over to the Florence Cathedral (Il Duomo) and Ponte Vecchio (literally “old bridge”), two of the city’s most recognizable landmarks.

I beg your pardon.

The author of Pinocchio was from Florence.

Il Duomo

Little cobblestone Florence was not meant for cars, and you can tell. It took us quite a while to get out of the actual city in our Fiat 500, as we circled from one roundabout to another trying to get on the proper road heading south. The wineries we were visiting didn’t have addresses, exactly, and we’re not too keen on all-aboard bus tours. Once we got out of town, we took many wrong turns throughout Tuscany until, finally…we couldn’t put the car in reverse. We eventually figured it out (it’s a drop reverse), but not before Strongman husband pushed the car slightly uphill and I steered.

Fiat 500 = Cute. Period.

Blurry newlyweds at Ricasoli, a winery in Tuscany.

Uffizi Gallery has many of the biggie pieces (Adoration of the Magi, Birth of Venus) from the Florentine Renaissance, and it’s definitely worth a visit. But its collection didn’t seem to make up for the lines — even for those of us who pre-bought tickets — and its massive crowd inside and out. I think I prefer later periods in art history and crowds of pushy hordes bother me more these days, so that probably had a lot to do with it. Michelangelo’s David at the Accademia was all it’s cracked up to be, though. I thought he was life-size; he’s actually 17 feet tall and on a pedestal as tall as me.

A piece of Ponte Vecchio and the Arno River.

So, food. After one pretty-good dinner and one bleh dinner, we finally had a molto Italiano dinner with antipasti, primi, (no secondi), e dolci.

I wondered early on whether limoncello is alcoholic, given its lemonade-like, sugary appeal. It is, for the record. 80-proof alcoholic, in fact. Therefore, it’s best consumed in digestif-size doses after dinner, not in multi-shot form to celebrate your wedding, marriage, and honeymoon. No matter how much the waitstaff offers for free, don’t do it.

The next day, we somehow made it to near-ish Pisa, the only thing on our itinerary.

This picture is called The Leaning Tower of Pisa Looks Photoshopped, Right? or Portrait of a Hangover. At least the torre looks drunk to complete the look.

A quick note on Honeyfund: the vast majority of guests used it, seemingly with no problem. I think people enjoyed specifying their gift, whether it was a bottle of wine with dinner, a camel ride, or a ferry to Santorini. My girls organized a honeymoon-themed bridal shower, so several ladies contributed then with checks, cash, or PayPal. More on PayPal nitty gritty here. We later received more of each on the day of, with a card or printout from Honeyfund saying what each person/couple/family bought. All unspecified cash and checks went toward the honeymoon. I didn’t total the ratio of gift money to our own contributions, but gifts helped a lot.

Italy proved to get more harried and feisty the further south you go. More on that in later. Next up: Venice, deserving of a post in itself despite our spending the least amount of time there. You’ll hopefully see why next time.

A Bee’s Life: Taco Edition

A Bee’s Life: Taco

How a girl who loves San Francisco, eating out, and photo booths became a taco (tee hee).


It’s a bag that holds my makeup. Well-considered birthday present from my friend Sonia. I also got a new hat recently, which has nothing to do with tacos.

How did I find Weddingbee?

I had cursory knowledge of Weddingbee in mid-2009, around when I got engaged. But once I could start planning a wedding in earnest, I visited wedding blogs, including this one, more regularly for tips. I loved seeing people’s inspirations unfold, and I enjoyed the spunk these buzzing blogger bees had about their weddings. People have weddings every day, BFD, right? But there was something different about these ladies, and I appreciated their thought, planning, and sense of ownership over something this personal. And the ratio of supportive/productive comments to trolls is astounding.

My Application Story

 

Mrs. Chick and her sister started things off for me. MOH Chick is a good friend and we Tacos run a site with her. She sent me the link to her sister’s posts soon after she was unveiled, and it looked like so much fun. The web, writing, and weddings are among my top-three Ws. So, I fired off an application in early-2010 and blogged for several more weeks on my little website.

Oops: I stopped blogging regularly after I applied. Peng then said she liked my application and my blog, but that I wasn’t writing enough. So, keep writing, blogger-bee hopefuls. And write in your own voice. Readers don’t respond to you sounding like other bloggers, they respond to you sounding like yourself. It may take a bit to find your groove, but be confident that it’ll come.

So, I wrote a bit more and Peng got back to me with the thumbs-up before I knew it. Slightly more than five months before our wedding, I had a username, a delicious icon, and some of the nicest people on the Internet.

Being a Bee
 

One of the things I enjoy most is my icon, and I’m dead serious. Even though it’s slang for lady parts, I suppose I like that, too. (My own, anyway. I’m sure yours is lovely, also.)

But, I love tacos — the nootrishus and tasty kind you can actually consume. I live very near some of the best tacos outside of Mexico. I love Mexico! When I told a couple local folks my Weddingbee handle, they asked if I made it up on my own. Just my luck it was still available in the junk-food generation, though the lady-parts thing might have something to do with that. But Mexican food, city pride, and lady parts are not the only reasons I heart being a bee.

I always felt better putting pen to paper — and, then, fingers to keyboard — in stressful or confusing times. I said in my intro post that, as a questioner of my own sanity when this happens, reading other people’s stories and writing my own has been cathartic, reassuring, and inspiring. So, that’s what the site has offered me most. Amid the normal planning woes and worries about how our actual day was received, there was unfaltering support from people I’ve mostly never met, looking at it from the outside. Maybe I can be brave enough to think this through, put it in words, put it on the internet, and then be held accountable for it, come what may. Our DIY projects are one thing, but once we start diving into personal issues, things can get sticky. The support encourages me to stay honest, no matter what I’m writing about.

Building a community on a website is one of the most challenging, rewarding parts of the online world, and, to me, that’s what being a bee is above all else. Being a part of this community, in whatever role, I always remember why successful sites are only as good as the people who read them.

The Secret Life of Bees: Taco Edition

We all show up on the blog as wedding planners and brides (once and current), so let’s get to the rest of me in six bullet points or less.

While we’re getting all personal: Today is our four-year dating anniversary (we think) and two-year engagement-versary (sure about this one). In 2008, he got me a pink rose plant (“Love Plant”) that still lives in our garden. In 2009, he got me an engagement ring and asked me to marry him. In 2010, in the thick of our wedding prep, we loosened the clamp on our wedding savings and splurged on a French dinner. At work, he got me a smaller Love Plant 2 from Trader Joe’s. Today, we’re splurging on another dinner and being thankful for where we are today, together. Lots of love, Mister <3.

I am Filipino and Indian.

People often ask about this one. My mom is from Quezon City in the metro Manila area, and my dad is from Guyana in South America. His grandparents immigrated from India to Guyana.

 

Bummed they don’t dress like this anymore. After going back and forth for a while, I think I settled into looking like both of them (Personal pic circa 1980).

Pic by Ashley Forrette.

I am a spreadsheet budgeter.

I have a serious fear about running out of money now, when I’m old, and everywhere in between. I mentioned that a bit in the After “I Do” installment on money management. What if one of us needs a kidney? That copay is probably more than $20.

Now that I rubbed off on my hubs, we have a shared spreadsheet of budget projections — including dinners out, groceries, presents, cash withdrawals, all that. We fill in the actual spending every few days or so, then we re-estimate how much we’ll have by month’s end, the next month’s end, etc., in checking and savings. We still manage to go over on food and drink, but at least we can see where we’ve been bad (See: food and drink). I just need to know that we are still saving money.

This makes us sound like the mayor and vice mayor of Squaresville, but I swear we’re a good time.

I can’t swim, exactly.

I can float on my tum, and less well on my back. I swim a lot better (for 10 feet at a time) with my head underwater and making like a frog. But that graceful Olympic swimmer style? With the head turning? Nope, unless madly flapping appendages are part of the technique. Needless to say, I get tired really quickly and the idea of distance swimming makes me laugh. A triathlon would be fun someday, but not anytime soon.

So, I get nervous around open water, unless I have a floaty vest on and am holding beer. Swimming properly has been a constant item on my life to-do list. But I live in a chilly place and visit swim-worthy weather a handful of times a year, so it doesn’t really come up.

I always wanted to fiddle with words for a living.

Short of a little phase when I wanted to be a vet, that is. I was always loved reading and writing, and I always hated ‘rithmetic. In college, I enjoyed editing people’s papers. Now, I do lots of writing, plenty of reading (by way of editing), and no ‘rithmetic for a living. When you know, you know, I guess. Hence the tat.

Pic by Ashley Forrette.

I take pictures with my mouth open. A lot.

At a bar in Sonoma with Bridesmaid AM (2011, pic by Right Angle Images).

Graceful wine enthusiast in Roma (2010, personal pic).

In a photo booth at a neighborhood bar (2009, personal pic).

Tulum (2009, personal pic).

With homemade alfajores by Bridesmaid JB. (2008, personal pic).

You get the idea.

I’ve never had a pang of baby fever.

Several people have described the feeling to me: like a wistful ache and a strong sense that something is missing or lacking. It sounds very real and overwhelming.

But, yeah. I haven’t gotten it.

Some have accused us of being yuppie baby-haters, but we enjoy (other people’s) kids a lot. Aunt T’s screaming game — which is exactly what it sounds like — garners rave reviews from the 5-and-under set. Seeing our nephews in Texas is one of my holiday highlights, and I’m excited to see what and who they’ll become. But I more often see giraffes, dolphins, sloths, (holla, creature bees!), kittens, or puppies I want to take home and buy blankets for. Cute Overload is my crack.

(Personal nephew pics.)

I don’t foresee getting it anytime soon, either. I’d lament the loss of independence, disposable income, and goals not reached, which would be a great disservice to my husband and gene pool.

Also, though having older parents worked out OK, I am strongly against going this path myself. On a related note, my parents require more of our time and effort these days, so I cannot imagine throwing babies into this scenario. With my guy at almost-38, the window is closing pretty quickly.

So, there you have it. I’ll dive more into non-bridal stuff with my Bee story next.

Taco Supreme: The Tangibles

There’s a lot that goes into a wedding. And then, there’s a lot that comes out of it. You know what I’m talking about: the stuff in the wedding binder and everything you fretted over, lovingly crafted, or stored awkwardly in closets and corners until go time. What do you keep, how do you decide, and where does it go?

So come play in my neurosis, as I try holding on to meaningful things, yet stay off the hoarders show.

Personal pic.

So, a lot of mine is right here on the floor. I thought it would be nice to keep wedding things together, but only if it wasn’t too “Welcome to my home, THIS IS THE WEDDING STUFF.”

Speaking of hoarders, my advice is to recycle all of your contracts and receipts. I could not trash that stuff soon enough and it felt so good.

The vessels are Bordeaux boxes used in a friend’s wine-country wedding centerpieces. She passed a couple to us for a card box and program box. Now, they hold some of our favorite wedding-related tangibles, cards from guests, and extra programs, STDs, and invites. Reuse, recycle.

A burgundy book you can’t really see is a huge scrapbook. My girls documented all our pre-wedding events, similar to what me and Bridesmaid AM did for Bridesmaid AR’s wedding. The green one’s the honeymoon scrapbook I was hell-bent on finishing ASAP. The official wedding album and the guestbook with all the photo booth photos live here, too.

Oh, so the programs:

Shining on the day of. Pic, not my shoddy Photoshop, by Ashley Forrette. (Srsly, WTF on the Photoshop.)

Three pics above by Right Angle Images. Programs designed by Good on Paper, with meticulous hole-poking and ribbon-tying by me and mister.

I don’t know what we’d ever do with the rest of the programs or invites, but I cannot fathom throwing them away. Especially with this story of us printed on the back:

Guest pic.

So, I have a bunch of these if anyone wants one. Really, though.

Personal pic.

The specials: handmade rehearsal-dinner bouquet, salvaged bouquet blooms (the rest of it molded bigtime in our humid apartment), bachelorette and shower goodies, my veil, and my hairpiece. His vows and the flower dog’s outfit live in there, too. Now that I consider it all together, it looks like I killed a very well-coiffed bird(s) and then stuffed everything in a box.

Personal pic.

Remember these up top?

Pic by Right Angle Images

You have to test the cutout concept, right? This is us, during our re-shoot, with a prototype. This enormous pic of my head is rolled up in a cylinder with our seating chart.

Pic by Ashley Forrette

We thought we lost this forever, but Bridesmaid JB nabbed it after the wedding. It enjoys a break from the spotlight behind a shelving rack. I don’t know if you can tell, but it is ridonk large.

Personal pic.

You don’t get rid of life-size cutouts, no matter how many feet (one) they lost at your wedding.

Personal pic.

This is where it’s been for nearly nine months, functioning as accidental interior decor. I want to do a wedding-dress pub crawl, so that’s a nifty excuse for not cleaning it. I know I probably won’t sell it; since I had pretty major alterations done (details here), I’m feeling especially attached. But I found a spider in it the other day (uggggh), so I might invest in a box.

However many your own tangibles are, you will surely enjoy them forever. I guess if you’re looking for hard evidence of your wedding day, it boils down to this and any framed photos. But I hope that doesn’t make you sad. Love your stuff, and love your untouchables even more.

On that note, this is my final wedding recap, the final enchilada (mixed metaphor?) with the Taco Supreme header. Since I was introduced last March, my wedding and marriage anticipation was all I blogged about here. But now’s a good time to move on to more married-lady topics. So, no tissues just yet, as I have a couple more blatherings and some Mediterranean honeymoon recaps after that. And please, indulge me and tell me what you kept, what you tossed, and where you put it all.

Catch up on the rest of the Tacos’ Supreme journey:

Taco Supreme: Big-A$$ Budget Post

I wasn’t sure I wanted to write a budget recap for a few reasons. I wondered if it wasn’t that helpful — like it would only placate gawkers — and I worried people would crash my party of good intentions with barrels of haterade.

But I got over it, for a few other reasons. We don’t all wear a white dress, have flowers, booze, a sit-down reception, or a bridal party. But everyone who has a wedding has a budget. However large or small your shindig, it is impossible to budget and prioritize if you don’t know what things cost. Especially in the spendy Yay Area.

First off:

  • Our budget was $30K on the high end at the start of planning. We spent in the neighborhood of $37K — and had ~160 guests — once all was said and done.
  • An SFGate blog post indicated the average San Francisco wedding was $45K.
  • My MIL/FIL contributed 4 percent; Mr. T and I paid for the rest.
  • This does not include: rehearsal dinner/drinks, next day brunch — both of which were paid for by my MIL/FIL — honeymoon expenses, or my engagement ring.
  • These are good ballparks, not exact figures.
  • I did not account for a few craft expenses, or taking friendors out for a casual dinner/drinks while we talked details.

So, here it is, from most expensive to least.

Catering: Miraglia Catering

Cost: $17,000

  • We learned almost immediately that caterers outside of the city were significantly more affordable. We also didn’t see any need to stay in-city if we liked the food, and if the company had experience with our tricky venue.
  • Dinner was buffet style for ~160 guests. We had three entrees: chardonnay-infused chicken, tri-tip au jus carved at the buffet table, and veggie lasagna. Salad, garlic mashed potatoes, grilled veggies, rolls, and soft drinks included.
  • Food-related rentals included: silverware, standard gold-rim plates, standard burgundy linen napkins, standard white tablecloths for the buffet, and all glasses and barware.
  • Staff included: serving staff, kitchen staff, licensed bartenders, day-of lead.
  • Other included fees: alcohol transportation, set-up/breakdown/cleanup time, tax, and gratuity.
  • Our caterer was the middleman between us and Classic Party Rentals and La Tavola Linen. So, “catering” cost included rental of 16 60-inch round tables, 2 smaller tables for DJ and sweetheart, 1-2 large tables for the buffet, 160 mahogany folding chairs, some higher-quality guest-table linens, and 12 beanbag chairs. Can lights (for uplighting) were thrown in for free, but I don’t remember why.

All pics by Ashley Forrette and Gem Photo unless otherwise indicated.

Flowers: Amy Burke Designs

Cost: $4,000

  • Bridal party and parents: 5 bridesmaid bouquets, 1 bridal bouquet, 12 boutonnieres, 2 pin-on mother corsages, 1 flower girl outfit (fake petals and a little tulle cape for this one).
  • For the room: 2 large ceremony arrangements (used also in the reception), 16 centerpieces, and 1 centerpiece-like arrangement for the buffet table.
  • Calla lilies, orchids, feathers, branches, and seeded eucalyptus composed the majority of “floral” elements.
  • We provided the tall cylindrical vases for the 16 centerpieces. Recycled from Bridesmaid AR’s wedding!
  • The only rentals were six vases for bouquets and two vases for the large arrangements.
  • Tax and gratuity included.
  • Physical labor included: placing centerpieces, moving large arrangements from ceremony mode into reception mode, all pre-event deliveries, and all after-event pickups.

Don’t mind the guy staring at the camera. Hi, Carl.

 

Venue: The Green Room at the War Memorial Veterans Building

Cost: $3,600

  • It being a city-owned venue drove the cost down, by a few thousand in one case, compared to private locales in-city.
  • Cost included 7 hours of official “event time” from 3 p.m. to 10 p.m., 3 hours of vendor setup/prep time, 1.5 hours afterward for vendor breakdown/cleanup, use of their built-in speaker system, and ready-rooms for bride and groom.
  • There were representatives from the venue present the whole time, and their time was included in the fees.

Photography: Ashley Forrette Photography and Right Angle Images

Cost: $3,000

  • Day-of package with Ashley included: unlimited day-of coverage with second shooter, day-after shoot (because we didn’t do an engagement session with her), 10 x 10 leather-bound album in an 11-spread layout, DVDs with all high-res images, DVD with all further-corrected images used in the album, and travel from Portland to the Bay Area.

  • Right Angle Images is a pal, which I’ve mentioned throughout. Our engagement session was a jumbo 10-hours with him and Bridesmaid AM as his second shooter. He’s also responsible for the cutouts. He gave us a deep discount and we took them out for one awesome dinner after the shoot.

Right Angle Images

Sometimes you get into a giant birdbath during your engagement shoot. Then, sometimes, you can’t get out of it without help. Pic by Bridesmaid AM.

Alcohol: DIY, via our local BevMo and Central California’s Four Vines Winery

Cost: $2,200

  • We bought all our own booze in installments and stockpiled it awkwardly at our house. I drove it to the caterer’s headquarters five days prior so they could deliver it for us.
  • Beer: 11 12-packs of Blue Moon and California’s own Sierra Nevada Pale Ale.
  • Sparkling wine: 1 gifted case of Mumm and 2 cases of Cristalino Cava.
  • Red and white: 4 cases of Four Vines’ stainless-steel Naked chardonnay and 4 cases of Maverick zinfandel. Being paranoid about running out (we didn’t, not even close), we padded this with a case of our favorite cheapie red from Trader Joe’s.

Dress and Bridal Bidness: Rin’s Bridal, Zappo’s, Etsy, Misc.

Cost: $1,900

  • I bought a sample dress at a sale, haggled for $200 off that price, then paid for major alterations and cleaning/pressing before the wedding. All told, the dress probably came out to ~$1,700.
  • Another $200 or so went to shoes, a feather-and-flower fascinator, and a birdcage veil. Bracelet was a present from my MIL, and earrings were something-olds from my mom. Given my halter gown, I opted against a necklace.
  • Sidenote: it was somewhat hard to find burgundy shoes that were not satiny or 80s-looking. Thank you, Zappos! (Shoes in the last pic in this post.)

Guest pic

Here are the before pics; I decided not to write about my dress in the planning phase, opting instead to discuss the didn’t-make-its. Here’s what she looked like, way too big and unaltered, in the boutique.

The boutique owner said that dress is often altered into a halter, an easy fix. This was the pic I saw on a Craigslist ad for the boutique, and I knew right away that it was the one for me!

Stationery: Good on Paper Design, Paper Source, FedEx/Kinko’s.

Cost: $1,700

  • Good on Paper’s bill includes save-the-dates, 4×9 Paper Source envelopes; three-piece, two-color letterpress invitation suite; 5×7 Paper Source envelopes; and programs.
  • We later bought 50 4×4 thank-you cards and sage envelopes, which aren’t included in this estimate. We only bought 50 because, given our registry, many thank-you cards were photos of specific items purchased from Honeyfund.
  • GoP was a friendor and gifted her design services for all of the above. We paid for the materials and the printing.
  • Misc expenses: 200 stamps; a personalized rubber stamp from Etsy used on the STDs; plus a Kinko’s run to print street-sign table markers, our seating chart, and a comically large welcome sign.

Bridal Party

Cost: $1,600

  • Presents for 5 bridesmaids, 5 groomsmen, 2 ushers, friend DJ, and friend officiant. The ladies got an assortment of things they might like (mentioned here), and the gentlemen all got high-end alcohol.
  • 8 ties for 5 groomsmen, groom, and 2 ushers.
  • Brunch for the bride and 5 bridesmaids the day before the wedding.
  • Mani/pedis for 6 ladies, including impromptu floral designs for all of our big toes.
  • Two adjoining hotel rooms for 6 ladies the night before the wedding.
  • Day-of sandwich fixins, snacks, and mimosas in the hotel room for 6 ladies.
  • Day-of brunch for groom, groomsmen, ushers, DJ, and officiant.

What they covered:

  • Bridesmaids paid for their dresses/accessories/black shoes.
  • Groomsmen, ushers (and groom) wore their own black suits.
  • Everyone paid for their own accommodations that weekend, with Friday/bridesmaids as the exception.

King for a day.

Photo Booth: Red Cheese Photo Booth Rentals

Cost: $1,200

  • Entertainment, favors, and guestbook filler.
  • Included: approximately four hours of operation, a nice, professional operator, set-up and breakdown, and CD (handed to us that night) of all the high-resolution images taken. Doubles for each set of photos printed for the guests. All prints came with a personalized event banner, provided by us and designed in the same style as our save-the-dates.
  • We walked away with 150 sets of laugh-out-loud digital images.

Pic by Right Angle Images

Hair and Makeup: Hairtique MeMe and Beauty Mark Ink

Cost: $600

  • Hair and makeup for five bridesmaids and a bride.
  • Hairtique MeMe was a friendor, and her services were a wedding present. I gave her a Target gift card as thanks, anyway.
  • Cost included bridal makeup trial, bridal hair trial, and a touch-up makeup kit.

Wedding Bands: RP Diamond & Gold Imports

Cost: $600

Wedding-Night Suite: Hotel Whitcomb

Cost: $350

The Fred and Ginger suite, photo courtesy of the hotel. I wanted to live here, also, in all its Deco glory.

Cake/Cupcakes: now-closed Sweet Jerene’s

Cost: One comped bridesmaid dress — Bridesmaid JB did double-duty as pastry chef — and one a-mazing steak-and-wine dinner in Napa for me, her, her day-of deputy/chef boyfriend, and Mr. T. Let’s call it $300-400, just for the stuff we bought for them.

Marriage license

Cost: 98 smackers for our license to ill, plus one lunchtime bus ride to City Hall.

Wait, you’re missing some stuff?

Friend DJ and friend officiant were treated like bridal party (see above), and they did not charge us a penny for their services. Services included: emcee duties, laptop-music-wranglin (we created the playlists with his help), the, uh, marrying part, writing the super-short ceremony, and sending the signed marriage license to the city. Day-of coordinator was Bridesmaid AM’s sister thanked in the best way we know how (lots of drinkies and nice food).

No limo or anything? I see nothing about transportation.

Nope. Gals were going to take a cab from the hotel, but we opted to walk the half-mile in our flip-flops instead. I think the guys took BART from our neighborhood to the venue. We had the ceremony and reception in the same place — something that was really important to us — so guest-moving wasn’t an issue, either.

Well, what’s left, other than a dirty dress, your pile of contracts, receipts, and beautiful memories? I’ll write about our near-and-dear tangibles next. Hint: the contracts and receipts didn’t make the cut.

What else happened on the Tacos’ Supreme day?


Taco Supreme: The Album

Part of our photography package — as it is with many — was a leather-bound album of our favorite photos. We sent our 50 pics roughly three months after our wedding day, which everyone tells me is really unusual. I had to; though completely intangible, the digital and mental clutter was driving me freakin’ bananas.

Not that it was easy to review more than 1,000 photos and pick the best 50. Ashley posted some of her own favorites on her blog, so we took some inspiration from her choices. But there was a lot of back and forth over what was album-worthy and why. Sometimes, the task was fuzzy-making and aww-inducing. Other times, it was more like the eye doctor (“Is 1 better or 2? 1? 2? Or are they the same? Definitely 2. NO WAIT, 1.”) In any case, it was awesome to complete and even awesomer to receive it in the mail.

Ashley used most of the pics we chose and, where appropriate for sizing and theme, arranged them into a beautiful 11-spread deal. She often deals with Kiss Wedding Books, and I can see why. They do great work and I love their website, their packaging, and their vibe.

Cute! It came in a sturdy canvas bag. Personal photos.

It smells so good. Like an Italian leather purse.


You can sort of see where the seam is. The book opens flat, though it does that less well when sitting on pillows.

Pretty archival photo paper on thick pages.

Her thoughtful layout was fairly chronological and told a good story of the day. We approved all the Photoshop spreads before she sent them off.

Centerfold; I still think this is a likely framer.

These are some, but not all, of the spreads.

My lenscap is there for scale. It’s 10 x 10 inches when closed.

Ashley video-blogged about the albums issue, since after the summer wedding boom, she spends much of fall and winter working on them. I thought this was a cool breakdown of the books she designs and the companies she works with to print them. For all, she said keeping the layout clean and simple was key to it looking classic 10, 20, 40 years from now.

I guess my main advice is not to stress over having one photo of all the key parts of the day. For example, we don’t have pics in here of our first dance or cake-cutting, simply because we liked other photos better. We have those pics in our hard drive, on DVDs, on our computers, on Weddingbee, and on Facebook. But it just wasn’t that important to have them in the album.

Thanks much to Ashley and Kiss Wedding Books! I’ll continue huffing the album, now (and looking at it, of course).

We’ll talk about that pesky wedding budget next time.

Catch up on our journey from regular to supreme:

Taco Supreme: <3 + 1

The day-after was almost as surreal. In fact, it might have been even more so.

Pic by Right Angle Images from his hotel room.

On wedding day, I didn’t spend much time doing normal things like eating brunch — or eating period — checking my phone, getting on transit, and walking up the stairs to our apartment. Today, I did. I woke up in a hotel suite two miles from home, then went about my day in a thrashed wedding dress (\m/) with people I see once a year at most. Imagine if Cinderella hailed a cab or made plans while wearing broken-in glass slippers. It’s kind of like that.

On the itinerary today:

  • Brunch with family.
  • Day-after photos.
  • Pick up card box and a few gifts, entrusted to May Bride S/May Groom M.
  • Update relationship status on Facebook (!)
  • Change for a techno dance party on a boat (?)

After waking in our “marital bed,” as Thumbs called it, we charged through Day-After Recommendation #1: making the rounds to hotel rooms for goodbyes, if you’re still in town yourselves. This is just a nice thing to do, I think, for people you’ll see in a week to people who live 3,000 miles away. I am historically a loooong goodbye-er, so this probably took much more time than it should have.

I mentioned rehearsal dinner issues a while back, noting that family brunch, also hosted by my MIL/FIL, was the compromise.

Brunch pics by my Uncle Leonard.

If your hair is stick-straight like mine, you probably enjoy milking curls for all they’re worth. This is a look I like to call, “Slept with some errant bobby pins and haven’t showered yet.”

My parents live less than 30 minutes away, but the rest of my extended family (and all of his) live in Maryland, Indiana, and Texas. So, it was really nice to have everyone together in a smaller group after the wedding. I worried I’d have a stress-induced brain aneurysm otherwise. If anyone has similar concerns, this Day-After Recommendation #2 is for you.

We got back into our wedding clothes for picture time, Day-After Recommendation #3 and Husband Task numero uno: bustling my dress. He figured it out, which was fortunate, as I certainly didn’t know how.

Since we did an engagement shoot with our friend Kevin/Right Angle Images, we had some extra time with Ashley and used it for a next-day shoot. It functioned like a trash-the-dress session, but with more wandering-scruffy instead of trashing — lots of fun and far less pressure than the day prior. We decided to traipse around a BART station and train, an alley, and a nearby parking garage.

Appropriately scruffy in a scruffy BART station. That there is mostly day-old makeup, yes. All pics by Ashley Forrette unless otherwise noted.

We lay down on the floor of the station for these pics, something else worth doing. OK, not the station part, but doing something fun in your wedding clothes is just fun+1. Call that Day-After Recommendation #3.5.

While Ashley snapped away, the BART station agent went on the loudspeaker and asked if the people on the ground needed medical attention. She was clearly looking at us on a camera because she laughed into the mike when we sat up, looked around, and said, “Uh…no!” to no one in particular.

Buttons by the awesome buttonempire on Etsy.

Bummed commuters…are bummed.

After we picked up the card box and updated the all-important Facebook status (I am still wearing my dress), we got ready to head to the water. One of our twin groomsmen is a DJ based in Berlin; I mentioned his arrival in the getting-ready recap. He could only swing the wedding if he also worked that weekend in SF. Hence: a Sunday-evening boat party in SF Bay. We can’t thank his agent enough. Bonus: all of the friends who attended this event live out of state, so we were grateful for the extra time with them.

Friend pics.

We stopped by a taqueria for food on the way home, and continued marveling at the mundane, though suddenly exciting tasks. We are sitting here eating TACOS (!), and we are married people going about our business in our neighborhood on a Sunday evening. We’ll do that very thing — going about our business — for the rest of our lives, even if the neighborhood/city/state/country/planet changes someday. Together, we went from an engagement that started on the floor of our apartment (not like that) half a mile from this spot, to this: an unplanned taco dinner, a walk back to our apartment, and the start of many very good things to come.

Are you also a rabid must-cross-it-off-my-to-do-list-NOW sort of gal (or guy)? If so, might appreciate how we already have our professional photo album in hand. Archival-photo-page pr0n is up next.

Catch up on the journey from regular to supreme: