road trip
We attended my best friend's nephew's wedding in Asheville, NC over Columbus Day Weekend. In an earlier post, I rambled about how much I enjoy attending rituals and this one didn't disappoint.
The wedding and reception was held in an old estate (I have no idea what it is called since we followed the caravan to the location and never bothered to ask anyone). The ceremony took place in front of the estate in a narrow valley. The leaves dropped all around us as the wind blew through the trees and birds began singing as the officiate started the service. It was all very beautiful.
Overheard in Asheville, "My first time in heels and I have to walk down a steep path with gravel lining the entire way." - My 13 year old Goddaughter.
Also overheard in Asheville, "Mine is prettier." - Same Goddaughter after someone commented on how pretty the bridesmaid's dresses were.
Open seating during reception ... woo hoo!
Great appetizers and dinner ... yum!
Open bar ... yes, please!
Worst DJ EVAH ... rats!
The music was mixed ... but not literally ... a distinct few seconds break between every song while he changed CDs. He played really good salsa and merengue hits (clearly supplied by one of the guests) but, other than that, he relied heavily on his Guaranteed Wedding Party Hits CD. "Play That Funky Music White Boy" (twice), "Lets Do It," "Brick House," and "Dancing Queen" elicited the most disdain from My Honey and I. But what do we know, the dance floor was jammed for all of these songs.
The Bride's Greek side of the family got together to do their traditional folk dance while the Groom's Rican side of the family waited on the edge of the dance floor to join them as soon as we picked up the steps. That never happened because everyone was doing their own thing and we couldn't tell who was doing it correctly. I learned after the wedding that there are many different versions of their traditional folk dance so that could explain their lack of "Electric Slide" cohesiveness. By the by, we were spared the "Electric Slide," but were still treated to the "Cha Cha Slide." I can live a very full life never having to see that again.
The wedding and reception was held in an old estate (I have no idea what it is called since we followed the caravan to the location and never bothered to ask anyone). The ceremony took place in front of the estate in a narrow valley. The leaves dropped all around us as the wind blew through the trees and birds began singing as the officiate started the service. It was all very beautiful.
Overheard in Asheville, "My first time in heels and I have to walk down a steep path with gravel lining the entire way." - My 13 year old Goddaughter.
Also overheard in Asheville, "Mine is prettier." - Same Goddaughter after someone commented on how pretty the bridesmaid's dresses were.
Open seating during reception ... woo hoo!
Great appetizers and dinner ... yum!
Open bar ... yes, please!
Worst DJ EVAH ... rats!
The music was mixed ... but not literally ... a distinct few seconds break between every song while he changed CDs. He played really good salsa and merengue hits (clearly supplied by one of the guests) but, other than that, he relied heavily on his Guaranteed Wedding Party Hits CD. "Play That Funky Music White Boy" (twice), "Lets Do It," "Brick House," and "Dancing Queen" elicited the most disdain from My Honey and I. But what do we know, the dance floor was jammed for all of these songs.
The Bride's Greek side of the family got together to do their traditional folk dance while the Groom's Rican side of the family waited on the edge of the dance floor to join them as soon as we picked up the steps. That never happened because everyone was doing their own thing and we couldn't tell who was doing it correctly. I learned after the wedding that there are many different versions of their traditional folk dance so that could explain their lack of "Electric Slide" cohesiveness. By the by, we were spared the "Electric Slide," but were still treated to the "Cha Cha Slide." I can live a very full life never having to see that again.
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