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Mark and I are in the airport waiting to take off for our honeymoon. Lufthansa! Business Class! And all on points! Yay! But before I go, I can’t resist posting a few wedding shots. Luckily Julia Pelish, our amazing photographer sent a couple of shots even though the movers were shifting furniture out of her apartment and she was taking off to her new home in Vancouver; and my sister Catherine managed to get some shots of the Park Hyatt Toronto because I totally forgot about taking shots myself. I mean, I was busy! I was trying not to fumble my lines. I was concentrating on saying “I do!”
I love this shot above of the ceremony because I can see my sister Rebecca and her daughter Molly in the reflection clapping. I was too nervous at the time to actually look at the crowd.
It’s a done deal, honey. You’re stuck with me now.
Oh, how I love the Park Hyatt Toronto. I knew I loved them before, but now it’s seared into my soul. In fact, if I wasn’t already married I’d marry it. The Roof Salon on the 18th floor was such an amazing venue and the service was impeccable. And the staff was calm even when the best man put my shoes somewhere, the walking shoes that I had to change into if I actually had to move, as opposed to the black, rust, grey, burgundy gold-studded shoes that I posed around in (and managed to dance for 3 hours), and it was up to them to find them. That’s a lot of pronouns isn’t it? Let me rephrase. It was up to the Hyatt to find the missing shoes. Which they did. Behind the bar.
But the best man, Tarek, gave such a wonderful speech so who cared about shoes? (I mean, just the walking ones, obviously.)
My sister Catherine had so many of versions of her speech that you could hardly see the head table. I loved the speech, Cathy! There was something in there about me reading a poem about Mozart to a bunch of artists when I was about 6, and about how happy the family is that I now have a dental plan.
While Cathy studied her speech, others drank cocktails.
Please note the lovely flower arrangements on the table. And the gold glittery leaves. And the party favours. Poor Mark spent many Saturday afternoons driving me around to a million stores for a) the vases b) the heart-shaped mints in pretty tins and b) the bags for the pretty mints, which I never did buy in Toronto but ended up getting in New York, but at least Mark didn’t have to drive me there.
The big star of the evening was … the view. The 18th floor of the Hyatt gives a great skyline picture.
And of course there was plenty of action.
The Park Hyatt made the cake, which I’ve been eating for two days. Chocolate raspberry on the bottom, strawberry and cream on the top.
Choosing the menu was one of the most fun things we did. We chose this bib lettuce salad with edible flowers for its stunning good looks. And it’s healthy too! You can’t go around eating cake all the time.
And that’s it, because now it’s time to board. Baden-Baden here we come!
About a Park Hyatt Toronto wedding:
Mark and I opted for a Deluxe Wedding Package and we upgraded to a suite. The suite felt like an indulgence indeed, but quickly felt essential as my posse gathered to put party favours together, glue names onto place cards, help with the flowers, etc. It was also an excellent spot for discussing wedding gossip.
If you’re thinking about a wedding at the Park Hyatt Toronto here’s their blurb: “As a full-service Toronto wedding destination, Park Hyatt Toronto Yorkville provides unparalleled service, amenities and facilities for your special day … Begin planning your perfect wedding in Toronto today. Contact our Associate Director of Catering at 416-926-2378 or firstname.lastname@example.org.”
Bonus: For a travel writer, planning the honeymoon was a big deal, so the 2-night free room offer came in handy. Park Hyatt Milan here we come!