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As with all parties with dancing, things got going the more people had to drink. A couple recaps ago, I fretted over how, when, where, why, and who would start the whole raging wedding dance floor. Rage it did, at some points more than others. Here’s some more of it, if only because there were so many great action shots and because these people rule. It makes my day to see them having a great time, especially fueled by liquid courage.

Exactly.

Fabric flies everywhere when you run, jump, and gesture wildly at everyone within a three-foot radius. This is more of the “blissfully ridonk” I mentioned in Part I. Maybe just regular ridonk, actually.

Pics by Ashley Forrette and Gem Photo unless otherwise noted.

A dancing machine, my FIL. You could not stop this guy.

Guest pic. The Facebook caption was, “Is he knitting? MOWING??”

Many people tout professional DJs for their ability to read the crowd, adjust accordingly, and get people really jazzed up. I’ve heard just as many people bag on DJs for this and that, so it really is just a matter of preference. We still wouldn’t have hired one, especially since ours got down in the most get-down ways possible. For example:

Overall, I would say that the only oddity about the dance-party part was the room’s acoustics, something you might want to consider leading up to things. While the sound system they had built in was fine, and while we tested it beforehand, there were unpredictable day-of variables. We only ever saw the room completely empty. A full room of footsteps and voices changed things a bit.

The sound system is perhaps more suited for quieter music and speaking engagements, two types of events I know are held at this venue. We’re unsure if renting large speakers would have helped with that, since the room would still be pretty echoey. Though, it seems kinda picky to get bummed on that part.

This guy rocked the floor pretty much the whole time:

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Step 2

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Guest photo.

Red wine, ladies! DO IT.

This may have been during “Pour Some Sugar on Me.” Glass in hand while dancing? DO IT.

She had a broken foot, but the temptation was clearly too great out there.

He led a dance train. It was a fairly wee, however mighty dance train.

I saw it from the photo booth once it snaked outside.

Shaking your booty with your new husband. DO IT!

Next time, we talk details.

The rest of Tacos’ supreme journey:

• Journey should have been at my wedding.
• DIET STARTS MONDAY.
• Wedding peeps make like Gaga and Just Dance.
• The formal-group-portraits thing
• The nice, naughty, and cardboard among us enjoy the photo booth.
• Introduction to the Snot Wall during toasts. Then we commemorate our real love with “Real Love.”
• Led Zeppelin and The Beatles kick off a rockin’ buffet dinner hour.
• Cocktail hour, just-us time with the photographers, and life-size cutouts, you say?
• Ceremony: “comedy hour,” not falling, and a snub-nosed flower girl.
• First look, bridal-party wanders around Civic Center.
• Official start of recaps, as we get ready for showtime with sandwiches and mimosas.
• Best of the Phone Cameras, some of the first pics we actually saw.
• Early lessons learned, two weeks into Mrs.