Cheers, Tyler. Great speech.

Party Time: Our Wedding Reception!

Date: November 24, 2015 at 11:02 am- by Ali- Comment(s): 28

All the wedding recaps in one place, because we live in an “In Case You Missed It” world…

And now: The Party!

HANDS UP PARTY TIME.

HANDS UP PARTY TIME.

When Brian and I started wedding planning, we learned very quickly that it’s insane. Places, whether they’re traditional wedding venues or empty warehouse spaces, charge you site fees and serving fees and fork fees and separate spoon fees, and so many fees. Plus, everything we liked even a little bit was either wildly expensive or booked until 2019.

So finally one day I was like, “Can we just get married in Central Park?” And then Brian threw out the idea of having our reception on a boat, sailing around Manhattan, the greatest city in the world. We liked that it would be a little less conventional and would show our guests the best views of our hometown.

At one point I considered having a photo booth at the wedding, and then I was like WAIT, WHY WOULD WE BRING IN A FAKE BACKDROP? THAT SEEMS SILLY.

At one point I considered having a photo booth at the wedding, and then I was like WAIT, WHY WOULD WE BRING IN A FAKE BACKDROP? THAT SEEMS SILLY.

Having the party on a boat also meant we didn’t really have to decorate! When you have the sparkly skyline as your backdrop, you don’t need much more.

You can't buy this at Hobby Lobby...

You can’t buy this at Hobby Lobby…

THOSE TAN LINES.

THOSE TAN LINES.

Our “theme,” if you could call it that, was “gold glitter.” We had some vases with gold candles scattered around (which I’m sure no one noticed except my mom, who searched the entire country for the perfect gold candles) and vases filled with gold candy (Rolos, Hershey’s Nuggets, Dove chocolates with caramel, Mini Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, etc.). But no flowers, no centerpieces. No guestbook. (Can you tell I gave up on Pinterest early in the planning process?)

Card box borrowed from Bridesmaid L-One. Gold stuff from Hobby Lobby AKA cheap craft heaven.

Card box borrowed from Bridesmaid L-One. Gold stuff from Hobby Lobby AKA cheap craft heaven.

Mmmmm sugar.

Mmmmm sugar.

We had a “cocktail-style” party instead of a sit-down dinner. I do not like sitting still, plus we were on a boat. Who wants to sit inside when you can be outside dancing and looking at the best city ever?!

I gave Coordinator Douglas some white lights and was like HERE YA GO.

I gave Coordinator Douglas some white lights and was like HERE YA GO.

The BOLD racing team! No spandex, no helmets, no problem.

The BOLD racing team! No spandex, no helmets, no problem.

I think that’s it. Onto the recappy part…

HAHAHHAA YOU'RE MY WIFE HAHAHAHA.

HAHAHHAA YOU’RE MY WIFE HAHAHAHA THAT’S FUNNY.

While our guests boarded the boat, someone brought a tray of food out to our car. I mostly just ate 12 mac and cheese balls with buffalo sauce. That’s basically all I ate all night. (To be clear, I had plenty of chances to eat, I just wasn’t interested in taking the time to do so. So it was less, “The bride and groom never get to eat” and more, “the bride refuses to leave the dance floor.”)

All aboard!

All aboard!

Before we walked onto the boat, Brian and I said to each other, “Let’s not be like those couples who spend the whole night greeting people separately and don’t get to hang out. Let’s hold hands the whole time.”

CAN WE GO OUT TO OUR PARTY NOW?

CAN WE GO OUT TO OUR PARTY NOW?

LOLZ FOR DAYS.

We made our “grand entrance” and I didn’t trip, thank god, and within 12 seconds of boarding, Brian and I were on opposite ends of the boat, mingling with people…separately.

All our friends are here!!!

All our friends are here!!!

COME ON UP, THE WEATHER'S GREAT!

COME ON UP, THE WEATHER’S GREAT!

Brian, good thing you kept the bottle of champagne from the car ride...

Brian, good thing you kept the bottle of champagne from the car ride…

Ready. To. Dance.

Ready. To. Dance.

We found each other later, for our introductions. The bridal party walked in to “Eye of the Tiger,” and Brian and I were announced as “Alison and Brian Cristiano” to OneRepublic’s “I Lived.”

So much attention.

So much attention.

The boat was beautiful, and there was a tiny rainbow overhead. I mean…seriously? New York came out to play. And show off.

YES, we made and flew a custom flag.

YES, we made and flew a custom flag.

Our first dance was to “The Power of Love” by Celine Dion. Does that surprise you at all?

I heard those first notes of my girl Celine and was SO HAPPY.

I heard those first notes of my girl Celine and was SO HAPPY.

For months Brian and I said we were going to take dance lessons, but we never did, and wow, probably should have. We basically just stood in the middle of all our family and friends and I screamed the lyrics and Brian smiled really politely. We tried a couple “moves” but generally failed and begged everyone to join us on the dance floor so we weren’t so ashamed.

THIS IS OUR ONLY MOVE.

THIS IS OUR ONLY MOVE.

I am the worst.

I am the worst.

While we did forgo a lot of the traditions (no garter toss, no bouquet toss, no “watch us cut our cake”), we did each dance with our parents.

My dad and I danced to "Daughter" by Loudon Wainwright. (You know it as the song from the end of "Knocked Up," awwww!)

My dad and I danced to “Daughter” by Loudon Wainwright. (You know it as the song from the end of Knocked Up, awwww!)

Brian and his mom danced to "My Wish" by Rascal Flatts, and I cried the whole time.

Brian and his mom danced to “My Wish” by Rascal Flatts, and I cried the whole time.

They opened up the food stations so people broke to eat and for a while people were all over the boat. I did my best to talk to everyone and I think did a pretty good job. But eventually I just wanted to dance.

DANCING SHOES ON.

DANCING SHOES ON.

Find the flying Tyler...

Find the flying Tyler…

If he grows up to have limited shoulder mobility, THAT'S NOT MY FAULT.

If he grows up to have limited shoulder mobility, THAT’S NOT MY FAULT.

After some dancing and some mingling, DJ Taiga (yup) called everyone to the top deck for toasts, which all took place while we were sailing underneath the bridges in the East River. It felt very dreamy. Except for the part when the J train loudly cruised over the Williamsburg Bridge in the middle of my brother’s toast. IT’S FINE.

VERY OFFENDED by something my brother said. Clearly.

VERY OFFENDED by something my brother said. Clearly.

This girl in the middle is Tory and I call her T and isn't she so pretty? SO YOU AGREE YOU THINK YOU'RE REALLY PRETTY?

This girl in the middle is Tory and I call her T and isn’t she so pretty? SO YOU AGREE YOU THINK YOU’RE REALLY PRETTY?

Empire State Building in the background. Red, because of LOVE and the color of Brian's bike.

Empire State Building in the background. Red, because of LOVE and the color of Brian’s bike.

Tyler grabbed the mic in the middle of my dad's toast and yelled "Helloooooo!"

Tyler grabbed the mic in the middle of my dad’s toast and yelled “Helloooooo!”

Cheers, Tyler. Great speech.

Cheers, Tyler. Great speech.

So much LOLing!

So much LOLing!

After the toasts, Brian grabbed my hand and was like, “Let’s be alone,” and we stood off to the side and watched the party happening.

New York.  You're the best.

New York. You’re the best.

Everyone told us to do this, and it was one of my favorite parts of the night. And I cried because I was so happy and didn’t know how to properly process all those good feelings.

This one is my fave.

This one is my fave.

TAN LINES. Torturing me.

TAN LINES. Torturing me.

Then DJ Taiga (who has not yet accepted my Facebook friend request…) opened up the dance floor for the most epic dance party of my life. He totally killed it. I danced so hard the entire night. It was so much fun. Sorry to anyone who may have seen my boobs. I feel like they may have come out of my dress at some point. I don’t know. There were probably a few close calls.

Yeah, I'm a "former dancer." You don't believe me???

Yeah, I’m a “former dancer.” You don’t believe me???

Spice Up Your Life? OK. I will.

Spice Up Your Life? OK. I will.

At one point, Coordinator Douglas came up to me and was like, “It’s time for you and Brian to cut your cake,” and I was like, “ACTUALLY NOPE, NO THANK YOU, we want to keep dancing, box it up for later, thx bai.”

NO TIME 4 CAKE.

NO TIME 4 CAKE.

And then they had a break dancing competition.

And then they had a break dancing competition.

And that’s what I remember from the rest of the night. Dancing, sailing past the Statue of Liberty, and having the best time of my entire life.

This is nice.

This is nice.

This is nice!

This is nice!

This is less nice, but more typical. THANKS FOR KEEPING IT REAL, ALI.

This is less nice, but more typical. THANKS FOR KEEPING IT REAL, ALI.

Allll byyyy myseeeeeelf.

Allll byyyy myseeeeeelf.

Dancing with my big bro. Aggressively.

Dancing with my big bro. Aggressively.

When we pulled back into port, I was so sad it was over and tried to convince the captain to “do it again!” But he had to go home. So I ate a bunch of cupcakes before we de-planed. (“A bunch of cupcakes” = 14 mini cupcakes.)

I don't know what's happening here. I think maybe I wanted to show Brian my champagne bottle socks.

I don’t know what’s happening here. I think maybe I wanted to show Brian my champagne bottle socks.

SAFETY FIRST.

SAFETY FIRST.

So helpful, thank you, Tyler!

So helpful, thank you, Tyler!

I asked DJ Taiga (friend request still pending) to end the night with Frank Sinatra’s “New York, New York,” and everyone busted out in a big kickline, which was right up my Ali alley.

HAHAHAHAHA SUCH GOOD FORM, BRIAN!

HAHAHAHAHA SUCH GOOD FORM, BRIAN!

Holding my dress up because we kept ripping the bustle. Oops.

Holding my dress up because we kept ripping the bustle. Oops.

Everyone said we would be so tired by the end of the party that we would go back to the hotel and crash.

RIP curls in my hair.

RIP curls in my hair.

I like this photo because I look really smart. Muy inteligente. (Spanish minor, remember?)

I like this photo because I look really smart. Muy inteligente. (Spanish minor, remember?)

TIME TO GO HOME, WIFE.

TIME TO GO HOME, WIFE.

Instead, we went back to the hotel bar, closed that down, ate pizza in the hotel lobby, then went to a bar around the corner. I wore my onesie the whole time.

By 2:30 AM, my feet hurt, so we went back to our room and ordered a pizza. This is why I can never leave NYC.

Pizza in the hotel lobby...

Pizza in the hotel lobby…

...and pizza in bed.

…and pizza in bed.

We were up and giggling at 7 AM the next day because we were too excited to sleep.

It was all perfect and wonderful and magical.

Magical!

Magical!

And then we went home, ate our wedding cake with forks, straight from the box, and then went to Africa.

Brian looks fancy. I look homeless.

Brian looks fancy. I look homeless.

Just the way the baker intended...

Just the way the baker intended…

The end.

Or I guess…the beginning.

Awwww.

CARRY ME OVER THE THRESHOLD.

CARRY ME OVER THE THRESHOLD.

Thanks for sticking around through all these wedding recaps (if you’re still here, that is). Wedding planning (and execution) was an interesting journey, and as much as I claimed to hate it for that 10-month period (and yes, there were several bouts of “let’s just elope”), in the end, I loved putting together something personal and special for all of our loved ones to enjoy. It really is incredibly magical having all the people you care about in one place at the same time, tearing up a dance floor in your honor.

That Quinnipiac education!

That Quinnipiac education!

So that covers it! Go Team Cristiano!

Again, all pro photos by Erin Baiano, my hero.

AND BECAUSE I’M IN A WEDDING MOOD NOW, CARE TO SHARE? Favorite wedding memory — from yours, or a wedding you’ve attended — go!

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