Weddingbee Blog

After the Father/Daughter dance our DJ didn’t miss a beat. He popped in “Shout” by the Isley Brothers and our guests flooded the dance floor. Now that the formalities of the day were over, everyone was ready to let loose, take off the formal wear, kick off the heels, throw their hands up, and D-A-N-C-E!

Hey-Hey-A-Hey!

You know that part in “Shout” where the music gets really soft and subsequently everyone gets low to the ground? Well, just because this Cookie was in a wedding dress wasn’t going to prevent me from joining in on the fun. Except when I tried to bend over, the bodice of my dress didn’t allow for that range of motion. In a split moment of euphoric terror, I started to fall over. But as you can see from photo, luckily I caught myself just in time. Whoo!

Our poor guests. Ten Mile Station is located above 10,000 feet. For those not accustomed to the altitude, one can get winded pretty fast. Many of our guests had to take a break after a song or two to catch their breath, leaving Mr. Cookie and I on the dance floor alone. Well, Mr. Cookie wasn’t having any of it. So, he instituted the drink or dance rule: if you weren’t dancing, you’d better have had a drink in your hand. Now, the effects of alcohol only intensify at altitude. As our guests started drinking more, their inhibitions declined dramatically.

Seriously, there is nothing more that says love than being sandwiched with your new hubby between your friends! And I’ve even got the happy faces to prove it…

I’ll leave the next photo up to your imagination as to what Mr. Cookie and his Best Man were thinking:

And as the drinks continued to flow and the inebriation increased, so did the naw-tay-ness…

Whoever had the brilliant idea of making a circle on the dance floor was a genius. Everyone took 10 seconds to show off their best dance moves…

What do you do when it comes time for you to be in the middle of the dance circle with your new hubby, and his tie is dangling from his neck? Take his tie and start shimmying, of course!

Mr. Cookie’s tie made for the best lasso! So, I grabbed one of my bridesmaids and pulled her into the circle.

Apparently, I was having too much fun and it was time to get more liquor in me…

All the fun wasn’t reserved for the 20-somethings. Oh, no! Even some of the older guests got their groove on!

At some point our guests formed this massive kick line, which apparently turned into a conga line that went out of the building and back onto the dance floor…

… But Mr. Cookie and I were not a part of the conga line. Why is that? Well, seconds prior to its formation, Mr. Cookie’s foot made contact with the back of my train, I heard a ripping sound, and before I knew it, my bridesmaids were whisking me away to fix the gaping hole in my dress.

Pictures of my ripped wedding dress coming up next!

All photography by IN Photography