After the ceremony, my cousin and his brother-in-law chauffeured the bridal party to Grand Central Station in their Lexus SUVs. My car aficionado cousins helped save us a few hundred dollars on limo rentals. Thank you, Jerry Joanie, Peter, and Winnie!
Grand Central Station is beautiful. ST and I even inquired at Metrazur, the restaurant on the east balcony that overlooks that grand concourse. Unfortunately, their space was on the small side and we feared our guests would be disturbed by the hustle and bustle of trains and tourists. Also, my parents would have gnashed their teeth and ripped their clothing at the very notion of having our reception in a train station.
Anyway. Tourists took pictures of us, cheered when we kissed, and even asked us to pose for them. That made us feel extra special, even though it felt weird to be in a stranger’s vacation photos.
On our way out, ST convinced me to sneak into this cavernous room that was roped off. I was a chicken and scared of getting in trouble so our photographer only had enough time to take a few shots. These are my favorite from the entire day.
Saul wanted to photo bomb some of our portraits. Our bridal party was so cute.
Our next stop was the Love Sculpture. We were very tired by this point and it showed.
Some tourists asked to take pictures with us, which I thought was a very odd request but we obliged because they were an adorable interracial couple – just like us.
My one bit of advice is to make sure your photographer knows what the most important shots are. I have zero pictures with my sisters and only three with my bridesmaids (which weren’t great at all). Aside from the family portraits after the ceremony, ST and I have no pictures with our parents, grandparents, or siblings. We relied on our photographer to remember, which was a big mistake. Did we cry over this? No. Was our wedding day ruined? Not by any means, but it would have been nice to have these shots since we paid the guy a couple grand to do it.
I’m a very detail-oriented person, yet even I forgot to mention these things. My suggestion would be to hire someone reliable who won’t forget. I made sure Kim did not repeat my mistakes at her wedding.
After our portrait session we were whisked to S. Dynasty to get the party started. And what a party it was. Stay tuned.