I do plan to stop self-referencing my own posts — really — but I feel like they add context or something. No? I’m so rambly it doesn’t matter? Well, just this last one then, wherein I’d referenced a wedding The Boy and I had attended in San Francisco.
The wedding in question was for Vanessa and Mike, both of whom originally hail from The Frozen North, but have been living in the Sunshine State for 5 or 6 years now. The Boy knew the groom as a kid, and had many a good anecdote to share throughout the evening (being one of the wedding party, he was afforded Mic Privileges). Although I do know both the bride and groom, I’ve always been more of an acquaintance than a friend, which freed me up nicely to actually take pictures of things — something that doesn’t often happen for me at weddings of close friends!
But! Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here: this story started with a trip downtown (tasty, toasty sandwiches!) to pick up The Boy’s tux, and then heading down to the rehearsal where the boys were up to no good:
Voici the groom who, you girls out there will be relieved to know, was enjoying his cop-stache while he could. He was decorous for the wedding, don’t worry. As to the drill… well, I don’t know why it seemed like a good idea to dismantle some aged patio chairs while waiting for people to show up, but apparently it did. There may or may not have been beer involved. And engineers. And beer.
Eventually, however, the couple did get down to business:
After the okay from the wedding planner, everyone relaxed and hung out for the barbecue. Everyone, that is, except us. Having left early (even by East coast standards) that morning, we were anxious to meet up with Alex and Rachel — our gracious hosts! — and their kitties, and get some shut-eye before the next day.
Paul and I were both smitten with the very feminine (and ever-camera-ready) Carter and the slightly less pose-inclined, shoe-loving Spot. (Well, he seemed to have a particular interest in The Boy’s shoes, anyway.) Both were super-cute and kept us great company while we slept which was nice — like being home away from home! (And with significantly less vocal kitties!)
The next morning, the boys ran off to attend to wedding madness while Rachel and I enjoyed Rachel’s awesome French toast with Fancy Pears On. (I know, was I spoiled as a guest or what?!) After that, we headed out for some last-minute dress shopping, someone got made up against their will, and we headed downtown, where we discovered that finding a wedding in a Fort is not as easy as one might think.
Clearly, the previous afternoon’s rehearsal had been worth it: the ceremony went very smoothly, even with the Catholic-style rope and shawl tangle. Shockingly, I actually managed to get a good picture of the kiss!
I enjoy the look on the face of Julian, who had a couple days previously gone down to city hall (he also is a Canuck) and been vested with power by the State of California to unite the two in matrimony. How I do wish things were that simple in Ontario. Ah well…
The Boy, sneaking a swig in a break between group photos. (Isn’t he handsome? I think I should make up more reasons for him to dress up.) I will never judge any member of a wedding party for their minor stress-relief rituals, having now done it a couple times.
After many a group photo, everyone retired inside for cake the reception, which featured a cake with a very cute topper:
The topper sat atop a very pretty cake which was accompanied by… another cake!
Although I did run in and snap pictures of the cakes as soon as possible, we did adjourn for dinner before we got to them. They were eventually cut and shared (by the couple) before their first dance. Shockingly, I got a picture of that too:
After that, there was dancing and drinking and cake-eating and dancing (well, in my case). It wasn’t long before I hit the barefoot stage — walking up the hills of San Francisco in Dressy Girl Shoes is conducive to kicking said shoes off early, let me tell you. On the topic of shoes, this wedding’s entertainment also featured The Shoe Game…
…which got a good deal more heated than past games I’ve attended!
After that, there were speeches by the wedding party, and lots (and lots!) of dancing. I failed to take good pictures of the speeches, but I did get a picture of Alex and Rachel swing-dancing!
(Rachel had also joined the clan of Barefoot Wedding Dancers by that point.)
All in all, it was a very fun evening, filled with laughter and cake, and stories The Boy and I will be reliving for years. The best part is that this wasn’t even the end of the weekend — but that part will have to wait for another entry.
Mike and Vanessa — congratulations (again!) and I hope you both keep the crazy energy and love for each other you both glowed with for years and years and years to come. Congratulations!