Ah, the weekend.
On Saturday, Matt and I rode our bikes to our dear friends' wedding.
Anne and Gena, proclaimed and celebrated their love at an art gallery in our neighborhood. The space was perfect for the nighttime soiree.
Their self-written ceremony was immensely touching, and I very much appreciated that I could hear every word of it!
The gallery has two distinct rooms. One was used for the bar and the jazz band, while the other was used for the food (included the tops of cupcakes--which is the best part, in my opinion!).
Anne made the sticks below with stuff she found in our backyard (we still haven't cleared out all the branches from Hurricane Ike...)
For a guest book, they had the girlfriend of Anne's brother be in charge of snapping guests' photos, printing them out on the Pogo Printer from Polaroid, and then sticking them in the guest book next to the guests' letters.
They found their professional photographer on craigslist by posting an ad in search of someone who would be willing to build his/her portfolio by inexpensively photographing their wedding. They found Tracy, who was extremely talented and sweet. She even gave them a framed engagement photo as a present.
Photo courtesy Tracy Chadwick
I tend to be shy at events with lots of unfamiliar people, but I tried to push myself to interact with new people. I talked about vintage clothing with the gallery owner, met a fire fighter from my local station (I plan to bring cookies to him on Thursday), made friends with the lady running the open bar, chatted with the photographer, and reconnected with someone I haven't talked to in a while.
On Sunday, Matt and I picked up breakfast from Baby Barnaby's and had a picnic on the Menil lawn. Then I kicked his booty in a little bocce ball.
Ah, good times.