Ever wonder what a wedding planner’s wedding in 1999 may have looked like? Well, I am opening the vault with some candid photos from my own wedding to Mr. F4 in November of 1999 in Atlanta. These were shot mostly in black and white and let me just say, I wouldn’t change a thing.
Photographer: Paula Gould – she was and is, awesome. I had interviewed Priscilla Wanamaker and Denis Reggie as well. Paula won.
Wedding Gown: Couture Melissa Sweet (fitted by Melissa herself!) Note: Melissa sold her company to Priscilla of Boston, which recently closed its doors, but you can find her new gowns in most upscale bridal ateliers.
Venue: Burge Plantation, Social Circle, Georgia (used to be you could bring in your own caterer, but I am sure their new in-house service is lovely!)
Caterer: Affairs to Remember, seriously, the best off-premise caterer in the Southeast Region. I loved loved the food at my wedding which included, get this (late 90s excess), a “tree” of lobsters, shrimp the size of my fist and cases of pink and Brut Veuve Cliquot. Call them.
Tenting: Classic Tents and Events. We had a gorgeous, draped white tent and fantastic black and white dance floor.
Hair and Makeup: OMG, extensions and lashes and over the top beauty for all. Richie Arpino (still a dear friend) not only did the hair and makeup, but sang a set with the band and blew the room away with his rendition of “My Girl”. He still has the best salon in Buckhead – Atlanta, Georgia. He’s also a renowned photographer. Tell him I sent you!
Music: had a gorgeous string quartet for the outdoor ceremony. We also had a great soul band, but I cannot remember the name to save myself. Probably because Richie (see above) brought the house down and was the most memorable, soulful singer of the night. Except for me and the bridesmaids. Mess. Also see above re: Champagne.
Rehearsal Dinner: Antica Posta, Buckhead. Marco and Alessandro Betti don’t mess around with their authentic Tuscan cuisine, a nod to our Italian roots. We had the most amazing, family-style feast. Imagine our shock, when, in Tuscany on our honeymoon, our luxe farmhouse was unstaffed and, hungry, Mr. F4 drove into town to fetch his new bride something to eat. He came upon a restaurant of the same name – Antica Posta. Guess what? It was their parents and other two brothers, who promptly loaded up the car with grilled meats and fish, pastas, cheeses, olive oil and a case of wine. Wow. Brava, Betti family! What are the odds?
Bridesmaids’ Luncheon, Guest Rooms, Honeymoon Suite, After Party: The Ritz-Carlton Buckhead. Really, there are no words to describe my love for that hotel. Yes, there’s a Four Seasons in Midtown, but the RCB is home to us and treated us like royalty.
Floral Design and Cake: again, cannot find her name. She was very well known in the wedding community. I need to break out the wedding binder. I chose a silver, purple, pale green and fuschia color scheme and the cake was simply stunning. If any Atlantans recall a sweet older lady with a huge cotton candy bouffant with a very skilled way with flowers and cakes, let me know. The cake was devil’s food, square, covered in fondant with a gift box look.
Shoes: Giuseppe Zanotti silver and diamante stilettos – still have and wear them.
Bridesmaids’ Gifts: Prada cosmetics bags
Bridesmaids’ Dresses: platinum column gowns by Nicole Miller
Secret: We actually eloped 4 months earlier at the DeKalb County Courthouse since the wedding madness was getting to us. We were properly married in Christ the King Church in Buckhead at 2:30 PM on 11/13, then did a “renewal” and party at the Burge. So, basically, I got married three times. Hope it sticks! And now, for the hilarity….(please keep in mind – 1999, people).
Jenner, Patti and I before the ceremony. Lawd.
Patti says, "Pete, would you get us more crabcakes?"
Paula, Patti, me and Meghan - how demure!
I may have forgotten my vows.
Is that a kiss or is he giving me my lines?
Yay, we are married, huh?
Richie Arpino gives a big kiss!
Check out the Italian hand motions!
Tabatha also had extensions. Guido and Pam look on.
Scott, one of my gay husbands, describing his Brioni tie. Seriously.
I still believe in a proper receiving line - if it's brief!
Sadly, I do not yet have the photos of the food, of the guests in lampshades, of the luxury buses playing “Steel Magnolias” and “Father of the Bride”, but I will.