Congrats in advance, you two!It wasn't until I planned my own, that attending weddings really became an event I eagerly looked forward to. Don't get me wrong, I loved getting together with friends and being a part of their big days... But now weddings are almost like unwrapping a gift! You never know what the bride and groom (mostly the bride?) have in store... The flowers, the favors, the dress, the site, the food, the cake... I could go on. But until you've planned your own, there's no way of knowing the amount of decisions that go into an event of such proportions. And, I believe, no way of really appreciating those small details.
...So needless to say, I have been anticipating my good friends' wedding this weekend for a while now.
Lucky for us, it's a mere twelve miles from our house, at a country club set against a beautiful golf course... Picture lush, green rolling hills, mature oak trees, and blue skies (we know... the bride checked =D). ...What I love most about attending different weddings, is seeing how the couple's personalities translate into the decor. I've heard bits and pieces about what to expect this Saturday, but most of it will be a surprise. Two things I did hear, that I thought would go beautifully together was the open bar and the photo booth. Yes, good times ahead.
Since the country club does not double as a hotel, Matt and I have decided to invite some people back to our house, as we're the closest in proximity. We're not quite sure what 'some people' will entail, last I checked, the head count was 18... But we're told that there may be some snap decisions once the party gets broken up at the country club. ...Which gives me a sneaking suspicion that my home will resemble a frat house on Sunday morning.
Not that we're not encouraging it. I mean, I did circulate an email reminding all to bring their booz and their sleeping bags (the guest bed and the pull out have already been reserved). And due to the open bar, we aren't exactly expecting sober guests. Add in my notorious 'lethal punch', and I guess you could say we are sealing our own fate.
Wish Matt and I luck with the Sunday morning clean up. We will need it.
(photo by Custom Bobble)
