Wedding Pictures Part 16: Salty's Arrival, and FOOD!

Mmmmm.... Salty's.

I was kind of worked about our entrance. In my head, in a perfect world, we would just non-chalantly roll into our reception, just like any other guests.  If people clapped, ok, but no introduction. It just seemed like a silly thing to do because, well, everyone already knew who we were. What's the point?  It just made no sense to me. 

But when we got to Salty's our fantastic DOC Jackie asked about it, Sara asked about it, our photographers asked how we were going to do our introduction, and... after a couple of blank looks when I said I didn't want it, I caved. We could have an introduction. People were waiting and expecting it, and by golly, sometimes, you've got to give the people what they want, despite your crazy anxiety around it.

And so, in we came, and people clapped because we entered a room.  And we were announced as Mr. & Mrs._____, even though I still hadn't totally decided to change my name at that point. 

"Oh well. Let's drink mimosas and celebrate that we're married! Look at all these people... I want to hug them all! No wait, let's eat first!" 

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When we first started planning our wedding, we were happy that our ceremony location gave us lots of choices for a reception location.  We considered lots of different places around Seattle (a museum on the UW campus, the Faculty Club at UW, the parish hall, reception halls and venues owned by the City of Seattle, venues owned by caterers, hotels, even the Seattle Aquarium--- we investigated everything!), but in the end Salty's was the closest option to the church that we could afford and could accommodate our guest list. Which was fine with us....

View from Salty's! (The Space Needle is a little to the left.)

Cinnamon rolls!

Salmon! Little bagels! Oh yeah... and cream cheese.

Crab! Fresh fruit!

Hmmm... how am I going to fit the Florentine Benedict around the shrimp and salmon? 

Nope, we weren't going to be those couples you hear about that never get a chance to eat on their wedding day. Here's the proof that we did. Ok, I did. Kenneth was too excited to eat much, but I finished my plate. And I'm sure no one would expect anything less of me. :)

And, as proof that I wasn't the only one excited about food... our guests actually took pictures of their plates!

Cousin Jack's plate

Friend Marsha's plate

*No more last names. I ran Google Analytics on our blog, and people we don't know have been reading this, so for our privacy, no last names anymore.