Sam and I had our first dance to Josh Ritter’s “Wait for Love “. When we were apart when I was finishing university, Sam would text me whenever he was listening to Ritter and it became “our” band. We’d never really practiced it before, but as we’ve both had to do dancing as part of our drama degrees neither of us were scared about this section of the day. We chose quite a short song purposefully, but the time really flew by. Somehow Sam actually managed to pick me up for a spin, which was terrifying and hilarious. I managed to get a dance in with our beautiful flower girls as well.
When Sam and I went to cut the cake, we realised that we had zero plan for serving the cake, so after a loving cake feeding session (no smooshing the cake here!) we cut about a dozen slices of cake for other people, and then passed the job off to the lovely Lindsay to finish off. Sam had also organised – secretly – with our wonderful cake baker to have peanut butter and cookies ‘n’ cream cupcakes there on the cake table as a surprise for me since I love them so. It was such a touchingly personal surprise.
As the weather was so nice, people preferred to be outside hanging out as opposed to dancing, which was absolutely fine by us! The day ended up having a really laid back festival vibe – some people sitting on the hay bales playing guitar, others playing baseball. Quite late in the evening, we ended up with all of our wedding guests playing a huge epic game of flip cup. I’m not quite sure how it started – but I believe one of my bridesmaids was telling Sam’s oldest brother about American drinking games and an impromptu game was started with about 6 people. And then more people came along to play, and then more; we kept bringing more tables outside as the game snaked across the field.
Much later in the night, after the luminarias had been put out, there was indeed some drunken dancing, and some superb dance moves were demonstrated, and we were forced into another spotlighted dance shortly before Sam and I ran off into our awaiting taxi. We left around 11pm, and by that time we were both absolutely exhausted and running on pure adrenaline. We had planned a sparkler exit and as we ran through a tunnel of tiny fire sticks being held up by our drunken friends I had a momentary start of fear. But then Sam took my hand and through them we ran.
I remember the oddest moments of the day most vividly: being in a cupboard together putting on cologne, the fact that Sam’s buttonhole kept falling off in the evening, twirling my skirt during out first dance, having our heads together in photos, holding hands in the taxi on the way back to the hotel, and then exhaustedly falling asleep the second we got in!
Thus ends wedding week! I’ll be back tomorrow for one last instalment of a list of our vendors as well as some hall before and after photos!
***All photo credit goes to Neil Jackson Photographic****