Read Part 1, about the ceremony, here.
When we were finally done taking pictures in the freezing cold, we drove to our reception site, Hidden Hollow Camp. Normally, the building’s used for summer camp, so it was basically just a big, empty, sort-of-rustic looking room with amazing views. Also, I hadn’t even noticed this, but in addition to getting married on 4/20, we got married in a building called Sky High Lodge. Good Lord.
H. and I and our bridal party entered the reception to ELO’s Mr. Blue Sky (because that’s the best song ever) and ate some amazing food provided by Fast Eddie’s. There was broccoli salad! If you don’t like broccoli salad, then I don’t even know what to say to you.
Our decorations were bright and pretty. Lots of flowers, poms, and twinkle lights and lots of coral, pink, orange, and yellow. So basically what you would expect, given the design of this blog.
There were a lot of wedding traditions we didn’t do, just because we didn’t really care about them (or, in some cases, outright hated them). We didn’t do a bouquet toss because every woman hates that. There’s probably a lady somewhere who thinks it’s really fun, but I’m not friends with her, so I wasn’t going to put all the single women I love through that. Also, no garter toss, because it creeps me out so much. I mean, are you really going to pull that garter off in a over-the-top suggestive manner in front of all your relatives, and then toss it to people as if they want to touch it? I truly don’t understand.
We still had lots of the “regular” wedding stuff, though, like the cake cutting. Our cake, by the way, was AMAZING. Mama W. made and decorated it herself. Seriously, look at those flowers! Clearly she should be doing this for a living, right?
We did NOT smash the cake in each others’ faces. I told H. that I paid money to get my makeup done, and there was no way in hell I was going to have to wash it off. Priorities, you know?
H’s best man, Bob, and my maid of honor, Cat, both gave amazing speeches that made us get a little bit choked up. H. and I agreed that this was the first wedding we’d been to where both of the speeches were perfect (usually there’s one that’s good and one that’s inappropriate or rambly or weird). Cat’s involved large photos of Zach Galifianakis, Jeff Goldblum, and John Travolta, which were put into use later in the night once the drinking started.
And then there was dancing. So much dancing.
My single favorite moment from the wedding (besides getting married, of course) happened during our first group slow dance, to Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis. As H. and I slowly spun around, me already a little tipsy, all I could see was a blur of twinkle lights and warm colors and all of our friends dancing. I saw everyone we love, our families and the friends I’ve known my whole life and the friends we’ve just gotten to know recently. I saw all of our friends who’ve gotten married in the past couple of years, our friends who are engaged, our friends who’ve been dating for years, and our friends who’d just brought their new sweethearts to meet the group for the first time, all dancing together. And I saw our friends who were dancing with friends, too, which is a love just as important as the romantic kind. And I even saw my parents, who never dance, on the dance floor. “Everyone’s so happy and in love!” I said to H., and even though it sounds kind of silly now, it felt like the best, warmest feeling when I said it then. That one moment, just watching everyone else in love and dancing and enjoying themselves made every little bit of wedding planning stress worth it, and I was so glad we decided not to elope. I certainly don’t want our wedding to be the best day of my life, because I really don’t want it to all be downhill from here, but it will probably be pretty tough to top the way I felt right at that moment. I’m going to keep a mental snapshot of it forever.
So it was a good night. I have one more cautionary tale to tell you, but it will have to wait for another post. Until then, enjoy a few more pictures that made me laugh or smile.
This photo of Chad (videographer extraordinaire) peering through the cherry blossoms makes me laugh so hard.
These pictures make me realize how attractive our group of friends is:
Thanks again to Cat, Jayne, Jessie, Mike, and Sam for taking so many great pictures!