After the main dances, around 11pm, the dj announced what my husband had long been waiting for..

The garter toss. *grin*

So, with "Leggs" by ZZTop blasting out of the stereo, he proceeded to slowly get ready for the fun. Unbuttoning his cuffs, (what? Did he think they'd get dirty or something? *grin*) pulling down his suspenders, and hiking up his socks - and finally, he was ready.

Meanwhile, there I sat, face red, dress yanked high (but caught in the middle so not to show anything EXTRA) and just waiting to see if he'd do anything really weird.

Nope. Just placed my foot upon his shoulder, bent down and voila! Ok, so maybe it wasn't accomplished all that fast, but you get the picture.

One of his friends caught it, and, ironically enough, it was the same guy who caught the garter at my husband's cousins wedding in May. Lucky guy? Perhaps...

Unfortunately, he doesn't have a girlfriend at the moment sooo...

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And then it was my turn. Time to toss the bouquet.

Now, first let me tell you a little secret. I had a toss-away bouquet especially made for this exact reason, however, halfway through the planning, I decided that I liked it better than my own bouquet. Of course, I couldn't carry IT down the aisle though, since my bouquet was bigger and all that...

But that didn't mean that I had to throw it away.

So, to the song of "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun," by the Great Cindy Lauper, I tossed away...

My own bouquet. *sly smile*

and I kept the toss away.

The question is then... did that make the bouquet that I tossed more lucky? I suppose it did. :)

Now, if I were a sport caster, I'd replay the whole toss for you word for word. It was actually pretty exciting..

Well, here - I'll give it a try.

The bride turns her back, gives a little dance and there it... Nope... wait a minute, that was a fake-out. So now she's back to dancing again... and this time... Nah... just a swing of the arm.

Ok, so here we are, twenty minutes into the toss (ok, maybe one minute, but this is supposed to be important so shaddup and listen) and the bride's still not giving the ball... er... bouquet away.

Hey! She tricked us! and there it goes, up, up...

And the girl in the blue catches.. no, wait a min.. it skimmed outta her hand, and the girl in the red reaches and... Oooooh... right off the tips of her fingers...

And there it lands, into the hands of the lovely lady in beige.. (One of my husbands childhood friends)

Say there girlie, now that you've caught the bouquet and won the toss, whatcha gonna do now?

No, it wasn't "I'm going to Disneyland."

It was more like, "I'm going to point it at my boyfriend, waggle it around under his nose, and hope that he gets the hint."

Know what? I think he got it. In fact, I doubt that he needed it in the first place - these two were already talking marriage long before my marriage. *grin*

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Ahhh... what could be more romantic than cutting the wedding cake?

Well, yeah, ok, I can think of a lot more romantic things, but this was way up on the list, so nyah.

It was a beautiful cake - with different shades of purple flowers and little green leaves - two tiers with pillars and ...

The wrong cake topper. *sigh* Oh well. Seems that the decorator placed my cake topper on the fake, fountain cake and left her cake topper beside it for the real cake. We were supposed to do a switch-a-roo - but my cake topper got stuck and well..

So the topper you see on the real cake isn't mine. The one on the big fake cake is.

By the way - reason for fake cake with fountain? Well, apart from being cool looking, since it has a fountain in the middle and all that - it was also supposed to be a substitute incase the real cake somehow got damaged along the 450km trip that it had to take.

Yes, my loving friend Julie made the cake for me here at home, and drove it all the way out to the wedding place - sans damage, might I add.

Yes, no damage... well, not unless you count the little violet that fell off before the picture was taken. I didn't seem to think that this was a big deal, but Julie got a little pissed off... It was a beautiful cake before that flower fell, as far as she was concerned.. after it fell, well, then it was garbage. GARBAGE...

Ymmmm... Sure didn't taste like garbage though. :)

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My husband's loving mother came out right after that with a sumptious midnight lunch that was partly gone in less than 15 minutes. Remember, we only had a wine and cheese - so many of our guests were probably starving by this time.

Luckily, not only did she make enough food for everyone, but she also made more than enough - so the next day, at the bar-b-q, we had a lot of leftovers that didn't go to waste.

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Then... well, then it was nearly over. Such a beautiful day, and gone by so quickly too. We danced our last dance, took our last photos, said our last speech...

And it was done. A beautiful work of art, a masterpiece as far as my husband and I were concerned, and it was complete.

Ok, maybe not fully complete - there was still the wedding night... but that's none of your business... *grin* Let's just say that we had a very nice time in our very nice hotel room... :)