There were two things that our photographer, Ken Blaze, said about our wedding that he had never seen before at a wedding.
1. The dance floor was immediately packed following my dance with my dad.
The best man and his then girlfriend, now fiancee – we’re going to their wedding in Calcutta in October!
Flower girl and ring bearer
2. We had the longest conga line—it extended way beyond the dance floor
It was led by my piano playing youngest brother. He was so proud that he got is bow tie tied—specifically so he could look awesome at the reception when he undid it.
During the band’s first break, we took a couple of group shots of friends. I’d highly recommend doing this.
The “chicas”, from high school. Quite a bit different than our prom picture, I believe.
The requisite college alumni picture… which still needs to be sent to the alumni magazine.
The group shot I wish I’d gotten- of all of the friends/families from my church that I grew up with.
And then we boogied into the night.
One of my good friends from college. At the winter formal in school, we would swing dance to at least 1 song, and did the same at his wedding.
And there you have it—our wedding in a nutshell. My youngest brother danced with 19 women (his girlfriend was in South Africa), my other brother did shots of Zwack with my uncle, and friends kept saying how much fun our wedding was—which was our original goal. To throw one helluva party.
All photos courtesy (and copyright!) of the amazing Ken Blaze.