When we first talked to our (absolutely incredible) DJ, David Carvalho, he asked us what kind of crowd to expect during the reception. "A wild one," I told him. And let's just say I was pretty spot-on — we ordered an extra-large dance floor and there wasn't a moment in the night when it wasn't full!
After cutting our cake — vanilla with strawberry buttercream from Susie Cakes (delicious) — it was time to hit the dance floor. For me, there was one song I insisted on, Salt-N-Pepa's "Push It"...
Meanwhile, our guests — including my beautiful co-workers/favorites Grace and Lizzie — filled out vintage postcards at one of the tables, our version of a guest book. (At the end of the night, all the postcards were collected and we're keeping them in a box to read on our first anniversary.)
Things started to get wild before the sun even went down. The party went from zero to sixty — there were some seriously fierce dance-offs, some PG-13 stripping, and some major crowds at the bar.
In the midst of it all, though, we made sure they played my parents' song so that they could enjoy an anniversary dance. We were married on their 28th wedding anniversary, and it felt really important to give them a special moment. Halfway through the song, Radley and I joined them, and it was one of the most beautiful, pinch-me moments I can remember. Truth is, if our marriage turns out to be even half as strong as my parents', I'll be the happiest girl in the world.
Throughout the night, people kept saying how calm I looked, how much fun I seemed to be having. And it's true! There wasn't a moment of stress, not a single bit of worry. I had so much fun...
... How can you not have fun when these kinds of moves are making their way to the dance floor?
... Or when your friends are drinking tequila likes it's a Cancun spring break?
... Or when they play your go-to college song and end up thizzing?
... Or when your best guy friends decide to take advantage of their suspenders?
An all-time high — or low, depending on how you see it — was tanding onstage with our best friends, rapping obnoxiously and busting a move. (Yep, I rapped in a wedding dress. Whoops.)
And as a diehard Dirty Dancing fan, I made one special request to our DJ, asking that he play "I've Had the Time of My Life" as the last song of the night. He did, and then he surprised me by getting the group into one big circle so that Radley and I could start the dance on our own.
Halfway through the song, though, everybody rushed in, started dancing, picked us up on their shoulders, and yelled out the final few verses of the song.
It was absolutely perfect.
(Photos by Cooper Carras)