I’ve been to a lot of weddings.
Maybe not as many as my pal Whitney (best photog this side of the Mississippi *bible) but quite a few.
And I’ve seen it all.
- The bride walking around the outdoor reception barefoot, holding a beer bong in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other.
- A reception with ZERO decorations, yet there was a giant, gaudy swan ice sculpture.
- 15 minute- long maid of honor toasts that were dominated 100% by inside-jokes, leaving anyone who wasn’t BFF’s with the bride completely clueless.
- A wedding where water wasn’t free…in July. Yep, please fork of $3.50 per bottle if you don’t want to pass out from heat exhaustion or…alcohol consumption.
- Baked potato bar.
- Vows that included the groom comparing the growing love for his bride to his staggering DVD collection.
- A wedding which included the mother of the groom playing a professionally recorded version of “That’s What Friends are For” with her singing, replacing the word “Friends” with “Moms” during the mother- son dance (hello run in sentence, ending with parenthesis!). Thus making the title “That’s What Moms are For”. The song also included a monologue of the mother talking to her son.
I’ve also been lucky enough to attend some beautiful, elegant weddings as well. But those pretty much pail in comparison to the ones with pinatas. Sorry.
My friend Carey and her new hubby Chris put on maybe one of the most gorgeous weddings I’ve ever been to. Carey and Chris got hitched at Carey’s house, which happens to have a historic barn on the property. Every single detail screamed Carey, down to the individually wrapped pears to the locally baked cheddar bread on each table.
We kicked off the festivities with a bachelorette party of course. It was held on the rooftop of a building in downtown Spokane and was totes SATC.
Click here to see a sneak peak of their pics (taken by Whit of course).
I love you Carey. I love you Chris. I love you Jackson & Lucy. So happy to share your special day.
PS – I took a picture of my butt on one of the disposable cameras. Don’t be mad.