It’s been a month and two days since I married The Comedian—and while I may be a little late sharing the details, what better time than now to reflect on the highs and lows of the big day? In short, it was everything I wanted: a big, beautiful party filled with good food, good music, and the people we love most.

Everyone asked me what I wanted out of our wedding, and my answer was simple: a fun celebration. And Orlando delivered. While many know the city for its theme parks, I’ve always loved showing off the other side of Orlando—its character, charm, and culture.

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and what it used to be with some Spanish flair. We had our wedding at tapas restaurant named Ceviche located right in the heart of downtown Orlando. The brick streets and old buildings give the whole area of Church Street it’s character. I could go into ghost stories about this particular area, but that would be an entirely different blog. I have frequented this restaurant with a good friend of mine plenty of times to talk about business and life over champagne and great food. The details in the woodwork all over the restaurant took me over the edge. I was sold. I had gone to other venues, but they didn’t appeal to me nearly as much. The Comedian and I are a unique, creative couple and the venue needed to embody that.

A few months before the wedding, everything started to hit me hard. I was struggling with the financials. How was I going to pay for everything? Then it hit me. The florist I initially hired went bankrupt. Say what?!?! I went into a panic mode. Kelly, the event coordinator at Ceviche, came to my rescue. She gave me a couple of names, and I was put in touch with Jaimz at Florida Flowers and Orchids. She quoted me less than the original florist, and the flowers turned out amazing. The biggest debacle with this was, I had already paid in full. Since the services were not rendered, the bank was able to help me out and I was credited the money for the flowers.

Situation diverted.

Finally, the day had arrived. We had the rehearsal the night before and then I went out with friends, walked

That’s why we chose Ceviche, a Spanish tapas restaurant in the heart of downtown, as our venue. The brick streets and historic buildings of Church Street felt like the perfect backdrop for a unique and meaningful ceremony. I’ve shared many deep conversations at Ceviche over bubbly and great bites, so it only made sense to say “I do” there too.

Of course, like all weddings, there were hiccups. A few months out, the financial strain hit hard. And then—plot twist—the florist I’d already paid in full went bankrupt. Total panic. But thanks to Kelly at Ceviche and Jaimz at Florida Flowers and Orchids, we got it sorted. Jaimz gave us a better deal and delivered stunning arrangements. Bonus: I got the original payment refunded thanks to my bank.

Crisis averted.

The night before the wedding, we had a lovely rehearsal, followed by a peaceful solo stay at the Grand Bohemian Hotel. It was the calm before the storm—in a good way. I woke up early, giddy like a kid on Christmas, grabbed breakfast with my sister and friends at Le Gourmet Break (the croissants are life-changing), and returned to prep for the day.

Karen from the Karmel Design Team worked her magic on my hair and makeup, while Maria from Events Unlimited by M kept the chaos at bay. If you’re a bride and don’t think you need a coordinator—trust me, you do. My OCD would’ve gone into overdrive without her.

Everything moved fast from there: makeup, flowers, photos, van rides, and finally… the aisle. My cousin played Spanish guitar as I walked toward The Comedian with both my mom and dad at my side. I saw his smile, and the rest of the world melted away.

The ceremony was touching and funny, the reception was a blur of dancing, speeches, and snapshots. I got to share a special dance with my dad—a moment I’ll treasure forever. DJ Sparks kept the party lit, the photo booth was a hit (thanks, Mom!), and we ended the night riding off to the hotel in a pedicab, full hearts and all.

Thank you to every single person who helped make this day unforgettable. I couldn’t have dreamed up a better way to become Mrs. Comedian.

P.S. I don’t have the pro photos yet, but here’s a sneak peek of the video:
🎥 Wedding Trailer - Sophia Rose Photography & Film

I honestly could not have asked for a better night. Thank you, everyone, who helped during this crazy time!

P.S. I don’t have the professional pics yet, but when I do, I promise to share. In the meantime, here’s a trailer from Sophia Rose.

https://vimeo.com/190464051

I have a confession... I don’t like cake.
There, I said it. That’s my struggle.

The wedding industry wants me to drop $500 on something I don’t even enjoy eating. Meanwhile, my fiancé does like cake, so the battle isn't totally lost. I get it—I want that cheesy, adorable moment of smashing cake in his face too. But y’all... the price tags? Out of control.

You could say I’m unconventional. That’s what makes me... well, me. I wasn’t the girl who dreamed of a huge, elaborate wedding growing up. I’m not a princess. If someone tries to put a tiara on my head, I will scream.

I’m a people person. And when marriage became a real thing, I started planning the stuff that actually mattered to me. Like the sound of Spanish guitar during the ceremony—because my dad, uncles, and cousins all played growing up. It’s part of who I am. The rest? I just want a party. The kind where people are smiling, dancing, eating too much, laughing until they cry, and celebrating love. Our love. That’s the dream.

But can we talk about how everything is so freakin’ expensive?

I’ll be real with you. Spending more than $500 on a wedding dress gave me actual heartburn. I tried watching Say Yes to the Dress once, but when I heard the prices those brides were throwing down for a dress they’ll wear for five hours, I almost passed out. One boutique called and said their starting price was $3,000. I said, “Say what now?! Starting?!”

And don’t even get me started on invitations and cake. Like... I know most guests will toss the invite the second they drop it in their calendar app, so why am I paying $7 each for embossed cardstock? I just want to not feel like I have to DIY my entire wedding just to avoid going broke.

To be clear: If you can afford the dream wedding, do it. More power to you. This isn’t a knock on anyone’s big day. This is just me, in my feelings, wondering if I can throw a meaningful, beautiful, unforgettable celebration without breaking the bank.

My mission? Spend as little as possible and still have the night of our lives.
I just wish the second you say the word “wedding,” the price tag didn’t triple.

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