In the past few months, Mr. R and I have been tossing around ideas about the bar at our wedding. Since we have a definite location, no corkage fee, and our DOC has a great (and super inexpensive) bartender that she often works with, cost isn’t as much of an issue as we thought it would be, fortunately, so I just assumed we’d have an open bar.
That was until I discovered how many different types of alcohol and mixers make up a full bar.
Mind you, we’re only inviting about 40 people to the wedding, so a full bar seemed like serious overkill. What would we do with all the leftovers!? The Mister and I like to have a few drinks every now and then, but we’re not what you’d call “drinkers”. Then I stumbled upon the “signature drink” craze, complete with cheesy names and all. I loved the idea, and Mr. R did too. We decided to have 3 signature drinks:
My favorite drink, Sex on the Beach, renamed the “Blushing Bride”
Mr. R’s favorite, a White Russian, renamed “White Wedding”
and Electric Lemonade that we’d call our “Something Blue”
And then we realized that no one would want to drink a cream-based drink at an all outdoor wedding in late spring in Florida. Can you say “pass the Pepto” five times fast? I decided that it wasn’t fair to have signature drinks if the future hubby wouldn’t be able to have his signature drink, too! At this point, I wasn’t sure what to do, so I did what any stressed out bride-to-be does: I hit the ’bee, and I hit the ’bee hard. I searched “signature drinks”, “drinks”, and “alcohol”, still nothing really called out to me. As a last resort, I hung my head and started typing “drunk”. Yes, I was that desperate. But the word “drunk” suddenly made me think of the movie “Punch Drunk Love” (I know, it’s hyphenated on the poster, but word on the street is that hyphens are becoming obsolete. And I so didn’t mean to rhyme, promise!).
Why hadn’t I thought of that earlier?! Punch, Punch, PUNCH was the answer to my prayers! I searched “punch” and what did I see? A post titled Punch (Drunk) Love a la Mrs. Taffy. It was just too perfect. Great (or in my case, desperate) minds think alike, I suppose! Her post had all these gorgeous photos of punch, and this one hit me like a ton of bricks:
Isn’t it pretty? Yes, you can “ohh and ahh”, I sure did.
Did your inspiration desperation ever lead you to an amazing—yet unexpected—find?