Some weddings end with a spectacular exit that involves sparklers or a special private dance or something that signifies the end of the night. Ours wasn’t so clear or eventful as people started to say their goodbyes for their long drives home, and the cake was obliterated and the centerpieces started disappearing. And there were still a few dancers and photo booth occupants, but we called it a night with a dance to “We Are Family.” Our DJ and photo booth reps gifted us with a guestbook scrapbook from all the photo booth shots! It was unexpected and very nice (and free!).
And then, Mr. Genie and I just wandered out. There wasn’t much to be said about that. It was kind of nice to not be concerned with all the little details of cleaning up, and to remember the room as it had been, alive and full of people who loved us. We got home and took a selfie, because, why not?
And then, I started to disassemble myself and clean up.
I spy the bees! I was ready for some rest because we still had a big day planned ahead of us…at Disneyland!
Did you have a grand exit? Or did the night just kind of end naturally? Was it what you expected?