Alright, alright. FINE. I will tell you about my wedding. Finally. Since you asked so nicely and all.
But first! A few photos to whet your appetite.
Part of the reason SVV and I wanted to get married at the Pelican Inn was because of its proximity to the beach (around 300 meters).
But in the end, it was too much of a pain to even use the beach in any manner. You can’t take chairs out there, so the ceremony was out, and we couldn’t think of a way to incorporate the beach in our cocktail hour without it being a logistical nightmare.
Plus, it wound up being 50 degrees on the day of the wedding (hence the pashmina that made an appearance in half these shots)—made even chillier by the brisk wind off the Pacific—and we didn’t invite people out all that way just to be admitted to the hospital with hypothermia.
Thank God for my hairstylist using a bucket of hairspray. Somehow in all these shots, it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the past two hours in an absolute wind tunnel (oh but I had).
So, we settled on using the gorgeous California coastline as the site for our photos instead of the wedding itself and simply sacrificed missing out on the first half of our dinner to do some end-of-day photos on the beach when the beach goers were all gone and the lighting was prime.
Up next week: Actual words to accompany the wedding images! Get excited.
(Dudes, feel free to stay away until the wedding recapping is over. I understand. I’d do just that if I were you.)