A few weeks ago I had the privilege of attending one of my dearest friends’ wedding.
A few of us went to the venue earlier in the day to do some decorating. The theme was travel, and the decor scheme was also punctuated with lots and lots of hearts. Despite our crippling fear that we’d screw up the bride’s vision (and R tripping a teensy bit while placing the cake top into the venue’s fridge), everything turned out great.
It was an amazing night that was truly reflective of the couple and their personalities, from the ceremony to the food to the music and decor. Everyone had a blast dancing to ‘Footloose’ and ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’ and ‘Summer of ’69’ (some of our faves and go-to party songs).
We snacked on tacos and sliders and there was a late-night poutine bar and yummy desserts. Guests sipped on drinks out of moustache straws and wrote messages to the couple on hearts (in lieu of signing a guest book).