I know I’ve said it at least a dozen times, but Mr. R and I really wanted a kick-ass party after our ceremony. We kicked the dancing off immediately by asking our friends and family to join our parent dances, and then started the party right back up after dinner.
Photo by Cousin E
Mr. Rucksack and I LOVE to dance. Never one to shy away from crazy dance moves and exaggerated faces, Mr. Rucksack is truly the perfect dance partner for me. We are ridiculous. To put it into perspective, Mr. Rucksack was a swimmer and lacrosse player in college, but his only two major injuries were not from sports. Instead, he had two knee surgeries due to 1) a wild night dancing at the club and 2) a rowdy game of limbo. That’s my husband, folks!
Needless to say, we were really excited to show off our sweet moves on the dance floor.
I spent months whittling down our playlist, utilizing the help of my awesome cousin GM Brobot and watching VH1’s Greatest Songs of the 90’s. Because seriously, who doesn’t love to jam out to Whitney Houston and Salt-N-Pepa?
Our DJ was amazing. He played every song I wanted, kept all of my no-plays away (even though we had some complaints that Rihanna wasn’t allowed!), and he kept that dance floor packed all night long.
It was So Much Fun.
Our littlest bridal party members were the life of the party. I’m not exaggerating when I tell you those two never left the dance floor.
Ring Bearer Ruckus was my dance partner most of the night. He told his mom that he wanted to dance with the princess and kept stealing me from Mr. R! Totally made my night!
The night was one big whirl of dancing, but I can tell you that I vividly remember jamming to “Call Me Maybe,” dancing with my ladies through “Bad Girls,” and being generally thrilled and sweaty.
It was the best little beachside dance party I’ve ever been to.
(All photos by Abigail Scott unless otherwise noted)