I got married in August 2010 in San Francisco. In the time since “I Do,” I turned 30, grew my website (thanks, wacky SF public-transit), and celebrated a year of wedded bliss by overspending in Napa Valley. Sixteen months later, my dirty wedding dress is still hanging on a door in our apartment.
After not looking at our wedding photos for a bit, I couldn’t wait to see what the randomizer came up with.
Yeah, I dunno about this one. Excited face, for me, translates to either “mouth open” or “scrunchy face.” I do love bubbly, toasting, and that fella right there, so there is that.
Now pronounced husband and wife. We are trying way too hard not to fall down—that’s at least what I’m doing. The floors were really shiny.
Groomsman Nick during toasts. Mr. T was in his wedding, and his wife designed our invitations. In sum, we love Nick, and he looks fabulous in his suit. We intended for toasts to be no pressure for our dads and bridal-party peeps, requesting beforehand to let us know if they planned on talking. Though this is probably the most boring part for everyone else, it was one of the most heartwarming parts of mine. I still think about our toasts somewhat regularly—tearing up on occasion—so I’m glad for this photo reminder.
Oh my gah, the Tacos’ wedding photo booth. This pic was in my photo-booth recap, and it still makes me smile. Speaking of things that make me smile, say hello to the balcony-lounge beanbag chairs off to the left; I wish I could’ve taken one home.
Bridesmaid J, who doubled as pastry chef, as the ladies get dolled up that morning. I’m not sure if she’s looking at me, but I’ll definitely be looking at her like this on her wedding day.
Our three rings outside our venue, a cousin of a pic from my wedding details recap. I like the texture in this one.
Here, the groom is taking a break from the dance floor. Little did he know he’d get, like, three lap dances this way (from men and women).
The guestbook and my DIY projects: 1) wrapping floral tape and feathers around regular pens, and 2) Putting computer printouts (guestbook instructions) in a frame. Watch out, Martha Stewart. The photo-booth pictures were later placed near their corresponding signatures.
The Soul Train line kicked so much ass. There’s a version of this pic in my Just Dance recap. Look at all the happy!
Get. Down. Everyone in this photo is singing along and I freakin’ love it and them.
At the end of this exercise, especially if you have doubts, you should feel like a million bucks over the best damned day there ever were. Like I always say, your favorite wedding should be your own.
Next, I promise to finish my Taco honeymoon recaps! Follow along with Athens leg of the honeymoon (including links to everything before that), and check out the rest of the Tacos’ Supreme day.
All photos in this post by Ashley Forrette Photography.
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