Somehow, our big night had come to an end. Although, no one seemed to notice. Our guests had to be (almost literally) dragged off the dance floor to get ready for our sparkler exit.
You didn’t think we’d skip a sparkler exit at the Sparkler wedding, did you? How could we?
Once they actually made their way outside, our guests were pretty pumped on the sparklers.
Naturally, I’d completely forgotten about this exit until our coordinator stopped us at the door. We tried to walk out the door with everyone else! I don’t know what was going on with me that night, but I had total “bride brain,” or whatever you want to call it. Anyway, it was another nice surprise. We waited until our coordinator gave us the signal, then stepped out for our last moment as the bride and groom.
It was such a crazy and romantic sight to see. Walking down that cobblestone path, surrounded by smoke and sparks, it really felt like we were in a dream. A very hazy and loud dream. And I think Sparks was a little worried about having 200-some intoxicated guests handling that much fire. Oh well. We made it out alive…
…well, sort of. Sparks might have singed a few hairs on the way out. I’m clearly oblivious to that in this photo, which he reminds me of every time we look at it.
And then we were off to the after party! We used Aires Charter to take everyone downtown. The cool thing about Aires is, if you ask them, they’ll use old CTA buses to transport your guests! It was such a cool, last-minute idea and our guests loved it. The funniest part? I’m pretty sure a lot of people thought we were just “lucky” enough to catch two buses that were totally empty. They really thought they were taking the CTA to the party, ha! I guess that was the point. The ride downtown was hysterical. Everyone on my bus sang the entire way (can’t even remember what they were singing, but it was in unison, and it sounded pretty good for 1:00 AM), and someone carried me off the bus so I wouldn’t get my dress dirty (too late!).
At the party, I finally had a chance to sit back and watch our guests without feeling the pressure to talk to anyone or make sure everyone was having a good time. And that’s because it was really, really obvious that some people were having a good time. The last real thing I remember before leaving was sitting in a big wooden chair, watching one of the groomsmen dance “for me” on the table. Hilarious as that was (and it really was), it was definitely time for us to go. So, I grabbed my new husband, walked across the street to Subway, ordered a sandwich in my wedding dress (yep), and went back to our hotel.
It was a perfect night.
Coming up: Sparkler says, “See ya later.”
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All photos by Avery House