After we were done with toasts, our DJ slowly transitioned from mellow indie tunes into more dance friendly numbers. It was about 8:00 PM at this point, and I remember thinking I had so much time…but if course, those few hours went by in a flash. All I have left are little moments…
- LOVING our DJ. Out of all our vendors, he was the absolute best choice. Every song was perfect. If you’re remotely in the DC area, you have to use him.
- Jumping up and down with the Sparklers during Vampire Weekend’s “A-Punk” (“ay ay ay ay!”).
- Saying several times, “I always hear about brides having trouble getting drunk…but I am having noooo problem!” Whoops.
- Related, lots of comments on how amazing our bartenders were. We had two, and I cannot remember their names, nor do I have any photos of them…but they were AMAZING. They were hilarious & cool, accommodated everyone’s requests, and not only allowed shots—encouraged them. Once or twice I went behind the bar and orchestrated a huge group shot. If the long white dress didn’t make me feel special enough…this did.
- A “Don’t Stop Believing” singalong with all my guy friends from home. The boys didn’t know that I had specifically said “NO JOURNEY” to our DJ. It’s not that I don’t love when a crowd of people get really into a song—I just didn’t want our playlist to be full of that type of music (you know, “Sweet Caroline,” etc.). I found out later that the boys requested the song about a dozen times before the DJ finally relented, saying that if I got mad it was their fault. I’m sure he was relieved because I RAN up to the microphone as soon as I heard the opening chords (I blame the aforementioned shot taking). There may or may not be video to accompany this.
Guest photo. Getting into it.
- Someone stepping through my dress…yeah, this happened. I was kind of asking for it—when I changed shoes, my dress dragged on the ground a good two or three inches—and it got caught in a heel on the dance floor. Before I could do anything, there was a good sized rip in the bottom of the dress. I was strangely not upset—what was the point?—and my mom and I went upstairs real fast where she had some hemming tape. I still haven’t taken my dress in to get hemmed or preserved (whoops), and it should be pretty fixable—luckily, I’m more upset about it now than I was on my wedding day.
- Wolfman’s grandmother getting DOWN.
- Telling the DJ that it was not possible to play too much Beyonce.
- Wolfman and his groomsmen getting so excited for when it was “let your tie loose” time. They had excitedly (and cutely, I might add) been talking about how “cool it would look” when they could let their bow ties hang, like so:
Guest photo. Our DJ really was awesome…I think I belted out every song.
- Having so much fun with my brothers. The oldest brother moved to Colorado a little over a year ago, and this was the first time we’d seen him back since then. It was fun to get them all together again.
Guest photo. Me and my oldest brother.
- Barely seeing Wolfman at all! We totally forgot to do the whole “visit each table together” thing and I think both started getting nervous we wouldn’t get time with our friends. For the few hours of the reception, every time I saw him, it was like, “Oh hey! I know you!”
Guest photo. Wondering what he got himself into.
Oh my gosh, it was so fun. This list is making me so nostalgic! What moments stood out from your reception? Did it seem like a blur?
Up next: dessert and a final dance.
All photos by Emily Clack Photography unless otherwise noted
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