When all your friends have the same first name, you call by them by their last names. This works fine until they get married and suddenly there’s a new person in the group with the same last name. And the new last name can’t really be called Mrs. last name because that’s the friend’s mom. I’ll figure it out eventually . In the meantime, big congratulations to one of my oldest and dearest friends and his new wife.
Bride and groom at the altar
Another beautiful Wisconsin wedding. I think it even rivals Alfred’s in terms of perfection. The ceremony was sweet, simple and short. The bridal party was gigantic and stylish. (And I don’t mean gigantic in numbers; I mean gigantic in stature. There was an usher so tall he was nicknamed Tree, and he wasn’t the tallest person there. Ah, Wisconsin.) The reception was completely relaxed and everyone had a good time. The dance floor was never empty, even up to the last song at midnight. And the DJ included the required wedding polka.
The Bridal party (for reference, the groom is 6’3”)
I loved the speeches, especially the one by the best man and the one by the groom’s sister. Their speeches were completely different, each being very them, but both fabulous. The bridal party’s grand entrance occurred sometime in the middle of the reception – which was nice from an I’m-hungry point of view – and they entered with silly glasses to Teach Me How to Dougie. There was also a girls’ dance competition (for which I hid in the hallway) and a guys’ Carlton Dance Off. The food was simple and delicious.
The most entertaining part of the night happened after the reception had been going for some time. The Best Man – who the groom and I have known more than 20 years since we all started playing trombone together in grade school – was sitting and talking with me and Mommy and Daddy and the Great Ecclestone. We were lamenting the groom’s insistent attempts at match-making when a small blonde in a short dress bounced next to the Best Man. After confirming he was the person she was looking for, she jumped into his lap, “I heard you’re cute and single!” Just as quickly, she bounded away to the dance floor. We couldn’t hold our laughter. The Best Man wasn’t long to follow to the dance floor. What else could he do?
Mommy and the Best Man on the dance floor
Yes, it was a fabulous wedding and a very joyous day for all involved. By the end of the night, the groom wanted to do it all again the next week because it was so much fun.
Congratulations Matt and Christy!