While dancing was obviously a huge part of our reception, Mr. Waterfall and I knew that we really wanted to offer a photo booth to our guests. And boy was it ever a hit! It was fun for the whole family.
Flower Girl M with her brother JC (my parents’ godson) and their parents
We negotiated the photo booth as part of our photography package instead of going with a separate photo booth company, mostly for budget reasons. Jesse and Catherine set up the booth, which was completely automated, and our guests did the rest. It was so easy to use that people of all ages were lining up and striking a pose, from our older guests…
Determined to finish our registry, I dragged a less than enthusiastic Billie over to Bed Bath & Beyond to continue the process of selecting stuff. We were somewhat nervous because we heard from a friend that BB&B sends a wedding consultant around the store with you, and after last time’s fiasco of procrastinating decisions, we felt terrible subjecting a total stranger to our indecisive ways.
I’ve already worn a wedding dress. And Mr. S was there—in a tux.
No, I wasn’t a runaway bride—I was a Sweet 16 debutante.
Mr. S and I started dating in the year 2000, coincidentally also the year of my 16th birthday. Sweet 16 parties are (or were?) pretty normal where we’re from, ranging the full spectrum from Knights of Columbus halls to hotel ballrooms. Guess where I fell on that spectrum?
I fully own up to this. My parents graciously offered me a trip to Europe, a new car, or a Sweet 16 party. I chose the party. Looking back at my high school self, I have to admit I was pretty savvy. I knew that Europe would always be there. I knew that even if a new car wasn’t in the works, a used one would be, and I could deal with that. (My dad was the sole driver in our household before I got my license. He couldn’t wait to get me on the road.) But a Sweet 16?? A girl only turns 16 once in her lifetime. To me, the choice was obvious.
The number of guests you plan to host at your wedding is one of those surprising things that has a huge impact on the whole bash. Think about it—your head count rules out some venues and determines how intimate your event will be, not to mention how 50 extra mouths impact the food and beverage budget!
Early on in our planning process before we booked anything, Rooster and I sat down with a deck of index cards and wrote down the names of friends and family (and potential plus-ones) that we might invite to the wedding. We took our deck and eventually pared it down to exactly 100 people. We weren’t trying to hit a round number, it just happened that way. The whole thing was very Father of the Bride, but with less drama and more wine.
I’m by no means a professional model, so my serious time in front of the camera was very limited on my wedding day. We all got a mean case of the sillies a few times, which made for some of my absolute favorite pictures of the day!