There has been many a debate about whether or not couples want to include a dollar dance in their reception. It wasn’t a debate for us, though, as it’s a very traditional thing to do in the Midwest, especially in Eastern Iowa where there is a heavy German/Polish (I myself, am half German) population. Every single wedding I have been to in this area has had it, and no one has ever blinked twice. In fact, I have found that it’s often common practice to hold back some of the money you wanted to gift the couple and save it for the dollar dance. Because of this, when the DJ announced the dollar dance, we had lines immediately form. Most people see it as a fantastic way to get a little extra one-on-one time with the bride and groom.
MOH A and Best Man N both took their positions near us to collect any offerings and also to keep track of time. I noticed that during this time, a lot of people took the time to talk to other people they may know or work on our guestbook pages when they weren’t dancing with Mr. D or me:
My mom was the first person in Mr. D’s line. She thought it was a hoot when he gave her a turn:
I danced with my sister for a bit:
Mr. D danced with GM J (and did a little dip):
And I got a bit embarrassed by my dear aunties. One came onto the dance floor and refused to relinquish her bill to MOH A; instead she insisted on sticking it in my cleavage (which I thought was hilarious). Just as we started dancing, my other auntie came running onto the dance floor, yelling “Threesome!” while waving another bill that she also shoved into my boobs. We did, however, get one of my favorite shots of the night from this moment:
Mr. D danced with MOH A’s little sister middle-school style:
I danced with my stepfather. (PS: you can see the bills my aunties stuck in there—so incredibly classy):
And then Mr. D danced with BM S, who was kind enough to feed him some of her beer:
Best Man N posed with the cash that Mr. D was collecting:
BM S went to hand me her offering and proceeded to show me everything that had been collecting in her boobie fanny pack. (I think at this point it was two cell phones, a disposable camera, a digital camera, and cash):
I ended my dollar dance with MOH A, as Mr. D wandered off for a group shot with his groomsmen:
I loved having some time with the people I hold dearest in my heart, and I know that Mr. D did as well. Now that all of the formalities were over with, it was finally time to really party!!
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All photos without * are from An Unforgettable Memory Photography.