|The groomsmen's Converses|
It was a beautiful setting. Heather is an artist, and actually was an art major at my alma mater, a significance that will come into play later in the story...
|I enjoyed the groomsmen's fedoras. The handsome one on the right is my FBIL|
|a bridesmaid (the one complicit in our antics later on explained)|
|the beautiful bride being escorted by her father|
|another example of the picturesque venue, some sort of art/bench combination! If you look close, it's made of welded wrenches.|
After the happy couple was wed, we were dismissed for the cocktail hour on a terrace. They had scrumptious sangrias: red, white, and virgin. I had one of the first and two of the latter as I am not a big drinker. But sooo good. They also had appetizers circling on trays carried by waiters. I had fried risotto balls, sausage stuffed potato, and some fancy word for small pieces of toast with black bean spread with onion. There were a few I didn't try as well, such as something with sundried tomato and something else...
|I was impressed with the mirror like reflection in this window, so I took my own photo. See the sangria in my hand?|
|some of the antics the spectators saw, faux paper mustaches in this instance|
|the beams of the reception space, with twinkle lights|
|the beautiful bridesmaid bouquet|
Meanwhile, we ate. I loved the roasted chicken, rosemary potatoes, and green beans I had. They also had a carving station with roast beef and salad. It was all quite good.
|the "cake" table|
|The cake topper was a lego bride and groom... very appropriate if you know them!|
Then the dance floor opened with the daddy daughter dance.
I'm a typical bawler at weddings. I always cry. But I was impressed with myself that I didn't get teary at all during the ceremony. When I had seen the unabashed joy and love on the couple's face when they were announced into the reception, I'd felt a bit choked up, but held it together. But I'm a huge sucker for Daddy-daughter dances. I was tearing up here and there but was mainly okay, averting my eyes and trying not to listen to the lyrics of "Butterfly Kisses"... until I saw the mother of the bride just loosing it. She was sobbing. Then I couldn't hold back a tear or two as I retreated to the otherside of the reception hall.
The first dance then took place. I really enjoy this photo I took of it. About two thirds through the song (which I'd never heard before) they opened it up for others to join them. The DJ was asking everyone to join them, but I cleverly busied myself with photo taking, since it was a slow dance and I had no one to dance with... It was bittersweet to be at this wedding with Ryan. Not that this is the first wedding I've been to without him, but it's the first since I've applied myself to wedding planning and the first without a close, single girl friend to party with.
|the slow dancing|
That didn't keep me from partying though! I really enjoy dancing and I liked at least two thirds of the songs that were played, so I was joining in the fun. Man, the best man could DANCE! After a few songs we cleared the floor because he and the bride's youngest brother could give the gift of dancing Thriller to the bride. I was right behind her, and she was laughing and clapping: that's her hand in the photo.
As I said before, the groom is a Clemson graduate. Apparently he brought a Clemson game ball. He put the garter around this football and went on the opposite side of the reception hall and threw the ball! The one who got it was definitely the one who wanted it. He was ten. It was very funny.
|after he got up from his dive, cradling his prize|
It's a Converse tradition for any Converse girls in attendance to circle the Bride and serenade her with the alma mater. I'm not sure if it was from shyness or if they just didn't think to cut off the DJ, but we sang to her while another song was blaring on the dance floor, which made it all the funnier. I'd thought to tip off the photographer before we did it, which made her eyes light up. Of the four of us there, the one of us who didn't remember ANY of the alma mater was the one who was standing directly in front of the bride, just humming. That made Heather laugh a lot.
|"Standing with open arms, standing alone... we'll love you now, we'll love you when our college days are done"|
What remained was the serious matter of attending the dance floor. There were many group dances (like line dances) that brought a lot of people out. My mom wanted to go dance when Shake Me All Night Long (is that the title of it?) came on. Alison is always game for the cha cha slide. Many of the group dances I'd never heard or seen before, but I watched the best man and stumbled along. I do love to dance, but I readily admit I am not very fast at learning steps. Luckily, I don't (much) mind looking foolish, though I prefer not to be a spectacle if I can help it.
There was a funny moment when the getaway car was pulled up and we thought it was over... but the bride came out and chided us there was at least half an hour or forty-five minutes left and to get back inside! That was fine, we weren't trying to hurry the reception so much as we thought it was a signal.
|my sister in stylin' threads (borrowed from her affianced)|