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After the parent dances, we asked everyone to join us on the dance floor, and when I say everyone, I MEAN everyone. I wanted a photo of all of the guests at our wedding and the second floor of Ladder 15 was perfect for an overhead shot of our guests!

Well, almost all of them. At this point, Mr. Socks’ sister and cousin started uncontrollably crying and causing a scene off to the side. But you won’t hear me complain that I don’t have to see their faces when I look at this photo!

Here’s Mr. Socks telling me to ignore them and just have fun while BMs Jess and Lea keep an eye on the situation.

Getting all of our guests on the dance floor did provide a good way to get everyone up to start dancing though! The Black Eyed Peas started pumping out “I Gotta Feeling” while we started busting it out on the dance floor.

Even BIL Socks, who barely danced at his own wedding got up and danced away with us!

Dad Socks had to show off his skillz too!

And yes, we did have both a football game and baseball game playing during our reception as you can see on the screen to Dad Socks’ upper left. The Phillies were playing the Reds, which was an AWESOME combo since we got married in Philly, but I grew up in Cincinnati. We had some huge fans on both sides of the game, so I just had to play it during the wedding. The Eagles were also playing, so it was a good night for sports! Plus, I think that the men at our wedding thought I was the coolest bride ever for allowing sports games to play during our wedding.

They’re totally right though…I really was the coolest bride ever.

Momma Socks was a dancing machine!

And then, a conga line started, so I jumped in.

As we reached the end of the conga, I knew it would be time to dig into our ice cream bar, but Mr. Socks was nowhere to be seen (he was being lectured by a drunk family member). This is also the point when a glass of champagne was thrown at me. Aaaand it’s also about the time that the decision was made to ask Mr. Socks’ sister and cousin to leave.

And then the dominos began to fall…my in-laws started picking a fight with my parents, then with me and Mr. Socks. At one point, Mr. Socks and I shut ourselves in a bathroom to escape the horror of what was happening.

Finally, Mr. Socks told his parents that they had to leave. With them, they took all but four members of Mr. Socks’ family who stayed despite the drama.

I know I’m being Debbie Downer and all right now, but I don’t think I’m capable of retelling this part of my wedding story without the raw, emotional truth, so thank you for being patient with me. It’s very difficult to strike the right balance for these posts––the day was full of such high highs and low lows that even I get emotional whiplash when I talk about it.

Mr. Socks and I devoted the rest of the evening to trying to keep each other together and salvage what was left of our day.

All photos by Georgi Anastasov