Most of the typical wedding traditions were accomplished with much bravado! We only had one thing left to do– the bouquet toss. Now, I know some folks think the bouquet toss is a little antiquated. Some people think watching women fight over a bouquet in order to secure their marital status is weird. We do too. No, honest! However, we do enjoy watching people grapple with each over in a knock-down drag out for an inanimate object. So, we upped the ante…
Not just single ladies were invited to participate in our bouquet throw. We wanted anyone and everyone who wanted a piece of the action. And we told the crowd the whoever caught each of our bouquets would win a very nice bottle of champagne.
We threw our bouquets at the same time, to encourage a scramble!
After a tumble that took them across the dance floor, only three people remained in the battle. Joey won out and enjoyed a bottle of Rosa Regale.
Now, it was just time to dance. And dance we did!
Shout! A little bit softer now...
My father and step-mother enjoying a nice slow dance.
Everyone seemed to be having a great time!
Then our DJ played the Grease Megamix (you know, with all of the greatest hits smushed into one). Well, the slightly tipsy musical theatre geeks , drunk on love and champagne, were ready to rock out. Bridesmate Jeffy did a full slide all the away across the dance floor on the line “I’ve got chills their multiplying.” It was epic.
Our photographer captures the fantastic slide...
So epic, that dear sweet Jeffy, split his pants.
And the fantastic results! Thankfully, Jeffy was wearing wedding appropriate undergarments.
It was quite the party. We are both so happy that everyone had such a great time! The dancing kept going on an on. We had a conga line, a dance off, and our DJ made sure to throw in some slow songs so folks could catch their breath! Everyone was having fun and goofing off– including us:
Torro!
Note to those who have a lace gown: The bustle is going to be really heavy. REALLY heavy. The way my train was cut, I couldn’t do the three-point bustle (with three hooks or buttons). I only had one at the base of my back, and that shiz got heavy. It actually pulled so much that the zipper started pulling away from the dress on one side. By that time, the bustle was just annoying, so I held the dress for the rest of the evening (and pretending to be a bull fighter……..)
I believe we are discussing how it may be time to call it a night.
We planned on dancing through into the late hours of the evening. It didn’t happen. You see, everyone started to get really sleepy.
The slow dancing turned into slow swaying.
The swaying turned into standing.
We decided to cut the reception short by about forty-five minutes. Since our wedding was on a Sunday, most wedding guests had to leave around nine or ten in the evening. By 10:30, only the out of towners and those who had already called in late for work were still there.
It was time for our exit. I’m going to confess something to you, and I super hope you don’t judge me for this.
We did a fake exit.
Yup. We did the big goodbye and then turned around and helped our friends clean up. Neither of us felt good about making our friends do all the dirty work. Even though we had to turn around right after we walked out, it was still exhilarating and lovely. It was an honest end of the evening, despite us having to go back into the venue. And since I’m being 100% honest, I really wanted a shot of us kissing with sparklers.
Totally worth it.
As always, each moment and gorgeous photo is from our photographer, Katherine O’Brien.
Next Up: The Details
Want to see more photos from the wedding? You can check out other recaps here:
Our Reception
Married and Ready to Party!
Our Ceremony, Part 2
The Ceremony, Part 1
Post-Portrait Shenanigans
Group Photos
Our First Look
Deborah Getting Ready
Michelle Getting Ready
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You’ve set a new standard for a rock-out fantastic wedding: split pants! Awesome!