I had the pleasure of shooting one of my brother’s friends wedding party. Cristopher and Brianna eloped in November, and now was the time to celebrate with family and friends. This was the first time I met Brianna, and she was so sweet, I can see why Chris was so smitten and decided to make her his wife. The pictures above are some of my favorites from the wedding.
Many blessings to the new couple, may your marriage be blessed with unconditional love.
After the ceremony it’s time to party!
What, did you think we weren’t gonna get get down and dance all night. Ha! You must not know Dominicans very well.
After we left the church, we arrived in style back to El Palacio Royal. Everyone was already seated and waiting for the wedding party to arrive. Mami seemed liked she was in a better mood after the vows. And knowing my dad, as long as Mami is happy, he’s happy.( Plus less of a headache.)
The venue was absolutely gorgeous. The attention to detail was insane. The little trinkets at the table fit right in with the romantic and coral theme.
I was kinda peer pressured into saying a few words, and even though I’m a great speaker—in English. I knew I had to shut this down in Spanish.
Knowing all the up and downs we have all gone through over the years, all the bickering we have all done towards each other, family is family. And even though we don’t always get along, you guys are it. My step dad to me is my dad. He’s the kindest man I know. If anyone ever asks— he’s the real deal. And I know, I’m so blessed to have him in my life, our life, mami’s life. Being her rock.
The spot light was on them, they danced their first dance in the most of bubbles and confetti, and they looked so magical on the dance floor.
After taking a bunch of pictures (I couldn’t really hold my own camera all night, since I had to be posing. I handed it off to my Michelle and she rocked it)
The food was delicious. I wish I had a plate right now and I heard the drinks were on point. I think all the dancing I did was enough to keep me occupied. Everytime I would go up to the bar for water, the bartender made sure he picked on me in a flirtatious way.
After taking all the wedding pictures mami kept hassling us to do (and which we still haven’t received from the vendor) I wanted to change. I had a second dress I couldn’t wait to get into. A mermaid style yellow number that made me feel like “chiquita banana”. I loved it, and apparently so did everyone else, because I kept getting compliments all night.
“La hora Loca” (which translates to “the crazy hour”) happened in a blur. The lights dimmed down, the fog began, and the music changed from soft to party mode. Right on time too. Mami changed into dress number 3. Funky hat’s and glasses were given out , and the crowd goes wild. I even caught Mami playing limbo, and my dad dancing to La Macarena!
This was such a special day for my family. My parent’s looked absolutely gorgeous. We don’t always see eye to eye, but now that I’m much older, I’ve learned to appreciate them so much more. I wish them all the happiness in the world.
And before I go, here’s a little drawing. I wouldn’t be me, if I didn’t create something new!
Well, well, welI, I think I’m doing a pretty good job of catching up if I do say so myself. If you’re walking in this blog blind, here’s what you missed:
I recently traveled to London and Rome on business. I’ve been using my camera and connecting with old friends at the same time.
I’ve drawn cute little cartoons of myself in my room, of a gorgeous melanin queens w dreads, and a cute pair of ankle booties.
Now that we’re all caught up, and back from the UK and Europe….let’s make our way to the Caribbean. Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic that is.
Weddings,if you’re a bride, are stressful. If you’re the groom, your job is too pretty much show up. This one wasn’t any different.
Kudos to my mother for planning everything from the other side of the map. Good thing we no longer need calling cards to reach the Dominican Republic, because that bill, would have cost more than the wedding itself. My mother and her dear friend Goonie have been working for months, getting every little detail just right. The invitations, picking out the flowers, the seating charts, well… I think you get the gist of things.
Mami was the first to arrive with a list of crazy tasks to get done, including picking out her wedding dress, and the big day was only a day and half away. Yes, you read that right.
I arrived a day later, and I also knew that my bridesmaid’s dress still needed to be picked out and altered. With my sister and brother’s girlfriend arriving the day of, they really wouldn’t have much of a choice. And with our body types completely different, I knew I had to keep the other girls in mind. I think I did pretty good considering we only have three options in the color my mom wanted.
On the big day, we arrived to El Palacio Royal. We had a huge suite where our makeup artists were waiting. I was ready for a makeover. Since there were only two girls glitzing us up, and 6 who needed worked done, we were running short on time.
When mami spoke to the priest the day before, she assured him she would be on time. He hates performing weddings, she told us. He thinks the bride thinks is all about her. “I have a mass to perform right after, so if you’re late… You’re losing out.” Mami reassured him that that wouldn’t happen.
Well, it happened. Our cab driver decides to drive slow. Goonie, who was in charge of everything running smoothly, was playing no games. She starts to insult him, and everyone is cranky because 1, we’re late and 2, there’s no air conditioner! Mami was even afraid her makeup was going to melt before she arrived to the church. This cab driver heard everyone’s mouth. He hated us.
We arrived an hour and half late. Wow. We didn’t even know what we were doing, wehavent practiced how we were going to enter or anything. We grabbed hands and headed down the aisle. When we got closer to the front, we could tell the priest wasn’t happy.
Too late for pouting. Truly.
The priest began his sermon. I told you guys already, I was not planning to get emotional. I’ve seen my parents together for almost ever. They’ve been together for 20 years… That’s a long time. I got this. I lied.
I didn’t start bawling my eyes out, but my heart felt light and my cheeks were wet. They’re just soooo damn cute!
When the father gave the blessing that the new spouses can kiss, my father went all in. What a kiss… Save it for the honey moon folks.