Get out on the dance floor! NOW! It’s jammin’ time. Those would be the sentiments expressed as Mr. PaC and I motioned for our wallflower friends and family to join us following the parent dances.
“You! Yes, you. Get out here!”
Our guests responded in kind and swamped the dance floor. Everyone was ready to cut loose and celebrate! Once DJ Z played “Signed, Sealed, Delivered,” any remaining wallflowers peeled off the wall and moved like we’d never seen.
Mr. PaC’s mom and uncle
My grandparents (guest photo) and West Virginia aunt and uncle
One of Mr. PaC’s New Jersey aunts
Super sweet! A rare display of public affection for my brother-in-law and his longtime girlfriend
Attack of the vampire groom
The high-energy dance set had the intended effect. Our guests were on their feet, smiling, laughing, twisting, and shouting. We soaked in every exhilarating moment and reveled in the knowledge that the night was just beginning.
With some space, we tested our new dance moves.
Little did we know that another couple dancing in the corner was putting us to shame…
Reacting to the awesomeness revealed below
In what had to be one of the best moments ever, we spotted my grandpa’s silly and exaggerated dance moves (completely intentional) and my grandma playing off him.
They are so awesome.
This spontaneous rug cutting was caught by our photographer, a family member, and my cousin S (filming in the background, beer in hand) so we can relive this hysterical moment over again and again. I’ll be so proud to show our future kids their super-cool great-grandparents.
And even though she had to take it easy (no dancing on tables), Mr. PaC’s step-grandmother got into the spirit!
What it felt like—a big, happy blur
All this dancing worked up a thirst…which was excellent timing as the toasts were next! Bring on the champagne!
(all photos by Heather Fowler Photography, unless otherwise noted)
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