A country wedding

This is what happens when one of your oldest friends gets married, and you dance the night away with another one of your oldest friends and then thriller comes on:

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Joe and I, we’ve got moves. And we were basically stone cold sober for this whole thing, so none of our sweet skills can be blamed on alcohol consumption-we just like to get down! Some of us (I won’t name names but it wasn’t me) had toooo much fun at this gorgeous gathering, but overall the night was unforgettable and perfect and I’m glad my lady friend got the wedding she deserved-even though a crazy storm and subsequent temperature drop of nearly 20 degrees threatened to derail the whole thing! Perils of an outdoor wedding, I guess. But I think it was worth it to have the chance to get married on her parents lovely property in the middle of the Ohio corn fields/forest/other greenery.

With the bride and groom at their rehearsal dinner.

She’s a beauty. 

My handsome date.

And one last picture of Joe and I. We have been one another’s go-to wedding dates over the past several years and we always have a good time, always tear up the dance floor, and usually look pretty fancy while doing it. Case study 1 and 2 and 3.

I know I say this often, but I seriously, honestly, love a good wedding. Love.

A wedding in Exeter

I wore a fascinator, in the grand tradition of English women at English weddings. Changes are happening. And this is one I can get behind!image

On the long drive down we endured the never-ending rains, and drove by Stonehenge, which never ceases to amaze me. Driving by Stonehenge! What a life!

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I had a handsome date, sporting the same suit he wore to our wedding nearly a year ago.   Dashing, I say. image

There were polka dots and retro shoes.

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And the tiniest chapel in the middle of nowhere in the green hills of the West Country, up the steepest hill (which we all had to traverse by foot, in the rain, in our heels, because the bus couldn’t make it).image

The reception was at the groom’s parents’ sprawling farm, with gorgeous views (and cows!) far as the eye could see. Even the rain couldn’t spoil it. The gorgeous marquee didn’t hurt either, as we were kept well protected from the elements.

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A string quartet greeted the guests from the chapel, accompanied by lots of champagne and hors d’ouevres. Swoon.

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We danced and drank and drank and danced and I’ll say that a 12 hour wedding celebration with a live band, a dj and a pig roast late in the night is a helluva way to have your nuptials! Maybe the greatest way.
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And-a photo booth. I love a good photo booth. But who doesn’t?image

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imageOf course after the rainiest of weeks (record breaking, actually, with flash floods and everything) and a very damp wedding, we all woke up a bit worse for wear on Sunday to absolutely gorgeous blue skies over Exeter. After a hearty breakfast (pancakes for me, full English fried breakfast for Jon, Amy, Kal and Colin), we hit the road for the 5 hour drive back to Brighton. We even made it a few hours back towards the South East before the rain started again!image