After the last song ended, the DJ basically kicked everyone out. We had planned a magical sparkler exit that would look something like this:
Image via National Geographic / Photo by Ruth Ritter
Since the guests all had to get downstairs and outside, then line up with a lit sparkler, we figured we had time for a private last dance. I didn’t count on our guests suffering from drunk deafness, though. To this day, people tell me how confused they were about pretty much everything I had the DJ announce.
“I didn’t know that was the last song!”
“Suddenly people were just leaving!”
“When did the photo booth officially open?”
“I wish I had known you had a guestbook.”