Super mrp to the rescue!
Ahh much better. Ken plopped us on a bench together and we posed away. 
He stuck our groomsmen on an adjacent bench. They remind me of Waldorf at that other guy on the Muppet Show!
As we were posing, our guests started arriving!
Oops! We're hurrying! We'll be in soon! 
I am so not a fan of floral centerpieces. Hate them, in fact. So, instead we put candles in various sized mason jars and clustered them in the center of the tables. For table numbers we used some of the dozens of picture frames we bought at thrift stores and closeout shops (we even found one that was a picture frame inside a squirrel figurine!) to tie in with our photo theme (cake, decorations, guest book).
Finally, we did the music ourselves using itunes. My Aunty MC'd. Here we are hooking things up and doing a sound check. "Check. Check."
Mrp helping some guests find their place card.
Table 5 all aglow.
A little homage in honor of ourselves. Heh.
I think the guests enjoyed my playlist!
Anyway, as soon as mrp and I walked into the reception I was acosted! Heh.
My fabulous bridesmaid also found herself a Grey Goose martini.
Mrp hung out with his guys for a couple of minutes
before moving along to my uncle as my grandparents found their place apple.
I took a moment to chat with mrp's dad.
And my sister helped someone with a big present!
French toasted asiago and roasted red pepper sandwiches. Yum, I could go for one now!
Even my 80+ year old grandparents were into it!
Running plays a big part in mrp's and my life in that our families identify us with it and make fun of us for it. So, we thought we'd incorporate a little bit of our running lives to add a little fun to the wedding. The first thing we wanted to do was to have a bunch of our dead running shoes tied to the back of our get-away car in lieu of the tin cans. Our parents' get on our case mercilessly: "what are you going to do with all those shoes?!" So, we thought they'd get a huge kick out of it. The problem was that my bridesmaids had so many day-of responsibilities that they passed this one off to the groomsmen who of course left it to the last possible second and this is what they managed. One measly shoe. I can't help but giggle about the ridiculousness of it. At least the dinos are pretty cute (long story). 
So, I guess I'll answer the burning question I posed a while back. After hemming and hawing and wondering if what I bought on Ebay would come too big or dreadlocked or stinky or well, too dead for my taste, I decided to both fur and not fur (and unload way too much cash for the privilege!) I ended up finding a faux fur vintage looking shrug at Banana Republic of all places. It was great because it was not a dead animal and it was more likely to be a sure fit!
It was the perfect warm fuzzy thing to keep me warm while maintaining the ever-important vintagey style I was going for. It wasn't overly-bridal which was nice too. Here's the best photo I have of it on me.
The little girl I am with was our flower girl *P*. Incidentally, little *P* loved staying at our house and watching all the wildlife out our kitchen window. She especially (like her favorite friend aunty) loved the woodchucks. So, we named my shrug chuck in her honor and called it the woodchuck all night and it was just one more silly thing that made it the most funnest day ever!
8 days to go means a panic means impulse shopping. I was on the phone with mrp and we were discussing what to have people throw at us as we left the church. We were going to give the kids bubble guns to make tons o' bubbles, but then we decided that was stupid and potentially really messy. So we though, eh, just let them all clap and cheer. Then I said I'd put my sister on the case and have her get the crowd to whoop it up like we were winning a gold medal. I then I thought, hey, what about cow bells. And mrp said, "yeah! cow bells." And now we are the proud owners of 24 of these babies.
