In tried and true wedding tradition, we subjected our still-single friends and family to the bouquet toss and garter throw. I had decided that I wanted to save my actual bouquet and garter (see craft here), so I whipped together a small bundle of leftover roses and bought a cheap, plain garter during my wedding morning Michael’s run.
I hadn’t fully decided on doing these when I filled out and submitted my song list to our DJ. He was very literal and didn’t play music during the bouquet toss, so it was quietly awkward (srsly, no “Single Ladies”).
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| Fake toss, suckas. |
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| Friend Tiki caught the bouquet. |
Thankfully, he played some tunes for the garter toss.
Clearly, none of the strapping young men wanted to pick up the garter, so they tried to pass it off to two-year-old Chase. His response was to pick it up and throw it. Finally, El Cunado accepted his fate as the closest adult to the garter.
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| Apparently, Tiki didn’t know that catching the bouquet subjected you to a strange man touching your leg. |
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| Yeah, no words. |
Our wedding weekend:
Friday, we rehearsed, relaxed over dinner, and hosted an open house. Wedding morning dawned bright and early, we got prettified, then had our first look. We waited for some guests and headed down the aisle. Our ceremony was short and sweet, and we finished our family portraits. We were introduced at our reception, ate dinner, raised a few toasts, shared special dances, and didn’t smash our cake. Our married friends enjoyed an anniversary dance, and we embarrassed our single friends. We rounded them up for some group shots then snuck out for some private moments while they danced the night away. We partied til the end, packed up the car, and enjoyed a quiet night in our home. Sunday, we said goodbye over brunch and drove into the sunset to an Outer Banks honeymoon.
