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The one thing I wanted to do at our wedding was dance. Dance to good music, to be more precise. This was probably the only occasion in my life that I would be able to have complete control over the playlist, so I was more than ready to go when the lines at the food stations started to wind down and the “dinner music” switched over to Rhythm of Love by Plain White T’s (aka, the official start).

All photos by Exclamation Imagery unless otherwise noted.

So no, I didn’t really dance to that song, per say…but I sure was singing along and swaying my hips like it was my business. I think Frank the DJ caught on, because the dancin’ music kicked up right after!

(Disclaimer for the pictures to come: I was literally on the dance floor for all but one or two songs, so I’m kiiiind of in almost every picture. So is MOH Copper. I promise I’m not obsessed with us…we’re just picture whores, evidently. Don’t judge.)

(PS. There’s also a crap ton of pictures.)

(PPS. There’s also a video at the end that you *might* want to watch. Just sayin’.)

To be honest, for the majority of pictures, I have no idea what the eff is going on, what was playing, or what we were doing.

I think this was Lady Gaga? Put your paws up, baby!

This about sums it up.

Then there’s the pointing pictures. Where we’re all just…pointing.

I’m thinking maybe this was One Direction…?

Of course, no playlist is ever complete without a little Call Me Maybe action…

…and I also had to make sure that I reunited with my fellow UArts dance majors, and pulled out a coordinated combo or two from way back in the day. (Yes, that happened.)

I had a few personal favorite moments—the first of which was where MOH Copper and I serenaded each other to Hey Micky by Toni Basil. It’s…a thing.

Next up would be whatever the hell happened when Foxy was airborne for a good thirty seconds.

My caption for this is “Yay! We’re boys! We do boy things!”

I of course also loved seeing everyone else enjoying themselves on the dance floor, as well. We didn’t have as many people up and groovin’ as I thought we would, but for the few moments that we were able to get a lot of people on the dance floor, it was pretty awesome!

Sad but true story—I danced more with MOH Copper’s dad than my own!

Love this one of Foxy Mama and her longtime friend!

Those two are too stinking cute.

So are these two.

And these two.

And these two!

With all the fun and excitement, I didn’t want to miss a moment. I recall having to pee for pretty much the entire length of the reception, but absolutely would not go relieve myself for fear of missing a song that I just had to dance to. Priorities…I had ’em.

Anyway, as I mentioned, we had a lot more spectators that I thought we would, but no matter. Our amazing photogs were still able to get some quality shots of them, too. These are actually some of my favorite photos to look at, since I missed actually seeing it all happen. Sometimes those hidden, subtle moments are some of the best!

I’m obsessed with this picture—Foxy, his dad, and his next door neighbor/father of Foxy’s best friends all throughout childhood.

And finally, I want to share with you the moment that I had been eagerly anticipating for over a year.

If you recall, my goal for the wedding was to learn all the lyrics to Bad Touch by Bloodhound Gang. (Totally normal.) Which I did. And which I had to convince Frank the DJ to actually play, since he pointed out that “there’s no censored version”. Psh. Censored. I have it on good authority (Foxy Mama) that no one who didn’t actually know the song had any inkling as to what was really being sung.

And so.. here it is. Warning: I’m awkward.

You’re welcome.

So. What did I learn with all this? For one, that not as many people were dancing as I thought there would be, but whatevs, it still looks like everyone was enjoying themselves! And two, that I make the worst duck/open mouthed/stank face when I dance. I think MOH Copper put it perfectly when she looked through the pictures and said,

“Thank god you got married first, now I know how much of an idiot I look like when I dance and I will not be doing that at my wedding.”

Glad I could take one for the team.