You may remember that back when we did our tasting with the caterer, I mentioned that we weren't going to have a cake. We decided to do some passed desserts, and chose three different options. The first was a peanut butter sandwich cookie dipped in chocolate, the second was a cone of strawberry tiramisu, and the third was an RI Autocrat Coffee Frappe. These were absolutely delicious, and our guests loved them! And, one of the things that I liked best was that they were served while people were still dancing, and we didn't have to take a break in the festivities to have a cake-cutting ceremony.
We loved our desserts, and I wish we could have them every single night. Especially those Frappes! They were delicious!
Up next, the final dance of the evening, and then a big surprise!
Our family and friends love to party. And it was so awesome to see everyone out on the dance floor. When we got our professional pictures back, seeing all the dancing made me so happy. It was great to see people break out of their shells and boogie!
I won't comment on too many of these, but I think some of them will require an explanation... :)
Five of the people in this photo are D's high school friends. Three were dates of those high school friends. Three are friends from Indiana.
My mom sure knows how to bring the house down!
Can you guess what song this was?
I was serenaded my my sister and her best friend "Sherry" by The Four Seasons.
My MIL was being taught how to fist pump to "Shots" by LMFAO.
Some sick air guitar!
Someone started a kick-line/circle for Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" and everyone on the dance floor joined in.
I really have no idea what's going on in this picture, but it was too good not to share!
And, apparently, when I am dancing, I look like a fool...
And then when "Low" plays, I do what it says.
I think we had too much fun partying. But, is there even a such thing as "too much fun?"
Following the speeches, our photographers went back to the kitchen with the catering staff to eat their dinners, and we were being served our appetizers at the same time. Unfortunately, because of this, there are no pictures of the dinner part of our meal. But, I think I can live with that, because the food was absolutely delicious, and I was able to grab some pictures of the food at our tasting.
When the photographers returned, and the meal was wrapping up, it was time for the parent's dances. Our DJ's made the announcement, and I danced with my dad first. I know that I talked with you about song choices before, but I never actually revealed which ones we chose. Deciding against Boston's "Amanda," I had my dad choose a song. He and my mom have been to a few concerts by Darius Rucker, the lead singer in "Hootie and the Blowfish" and love his stuff, and my dad thought that it would be appropriate to choose a song by him.
You can hit play on the YouTube video below and follow along with our pictures.
My dad and I spent most of the dance talking to each other because we knew that if we didn't, and we actually listened to the lyrics as we were dancing, that we would just be crying our eyes out. We were telling each other jokes, and just trying to pass the time with a little less emotion.
I'm so glad that my dad chose this song. It was perfect for the moment, and I now will have a new song to listen to that will always remind me of my dad.
After our dance, it was time for D to dance with his mom. When D was a little kid, he and his dad learned the lyrics to an Aaron Neville song, and sang it to her on Valentine's Day. While the song is really mushy, the two of them couldn't think of a more perfect song to dance to at our wedding. In the months leading up to the wedding, the two of them would just start crying whenever the song was mentioned, so D's mom actually listened to it on repeat the week of the wedding, trying to get all the emotions out before the big day.
I loved watching the two of them dance together. It was seriously, so sweet. You could tell that D and his mom were trying to joke about things to keep the tears away, but you can tell that they were both fighting them back pretty hard.
And with the parent's dances out of the way, it was time to party on. And party on we did!
