Following our first look, it was time to board the trolley with the wedding party and our families for a quick trip around Cape May. First stop? Mount Vernon Avenue beach, where we’d taken our engagement photos about six million years ago. (So while it may LOOK like we stayed in the exact same spot across the street from the Grand, we did, in fact, go to another beach.)
All photos courtesy of Aleksey Photography.
Here’s the thing. It was a gorgeous day in Cape May. The sun was shining, there was hardly a cloud in the sky, and the temperature was in the mid-sixties. But oh, it was windy – I’m talking gusts of up to 20 MPH. The bridesmaids’ sweet chiffon cocktail dresses kept blowing up, the guys’ tux jackets kept flapping open, and I was convinced that my veil was going to get swept up in a gust of wind and take me with it. It made things kind of interesting, that’s for sure.
First up, some family shots:
The Fillies and the Stallions.
Aleks yelled for everybody to kiss. Sorry, Z. (This picture is still one of my favorites.)
Then, the bridal party was up.
Clearly, Z is planning on pegging me in the head with her bouquet. Can’t think of a better start to our sister-in-law relationship.
NICE PHOTOBOMB, DAD.
At some point, we ladies ditched our shoes – heels on the beach is hard work!
And finally, it was time to get some shots of just the two of us.
This pose may look a little familiar – we used a very similar photo for our save-the-dates!
After that, we had to hustle back to the trolley before my poor bridesmaids froze their tuchuses off. I’m usually one of those annoying people who is always cold, but since I had about a trillion layers and lace and tulle and god-knows-what on me, I was pretty comfortable for once.
It literally took about twenty minutes to figure out how to open the trolley windows.
And then we set off for Jackson Street for some more photos. Since we weren’t right on the waterfront anymore, the wind wasn’t quite as strong, thank goodness. How we didn’t look like windblown wrecks at this point is beyond me.
Dip attempt: success!
And then we were dropped back off at the Grand – it was time to (finally!) get married.
Missed one? Catch up on the fun!
- I humblebrag about how awesome our wedding day was.
- We rehearse and dine.
- A minor marriage license snafu means there might not be a wedding after all.
- The girls get glam.
- The guys escape to the beach.
- We have our first look.