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Love in Lowell: Dance in Your Pants

Once we arrived at the Devens Convention Center, the bridal party was whisked away from the rest of the crowd and ushered into the behind the scenes hallway.  I grabbed a quick kiss from Mr. Library and told him to have fun with Al during the cocktail hour.  Apparently they named themselves the “Awkward Duo” and kept making jokes about how awkward they really were, even when they ended losing each other halfway through the hour.

“Backstage,” the bridal party was allowed to check into our rooms (where chaos about booking mix-ups ensued) and snack on the hors d’eouvres that had been put out for us.  I have never been so happy to see fruit and cheese (besides, of course, at my own wedding).  Word of warning, all of you people getting married:  even if you think you are full of nerves, EAT SOMETHING!  You will need the strength and energy!

Mrs. Sox and Mr. Sox took some quick family photos on the beautiful staircase before we finally lined up for the grand entrance.  We all paired up with our walking partners from the church and were encouraged to do something crazy on the way in.  Those around us kept talking about dance moves, of which I have none, so my partner and I were clueless until about 45 seconds before we left the doors.  And then… pure brilliance!  We ended up doing the “catch and reel in” fish dance, and according to some of the people around Mr. Library, it looked as if we had rehearsed it!  Nice!  (I also almost thought the DJ had announced the wrong name because he used my married name…  oops…)

The rest of the bridal party made their entrances, and finally the newlyweds were announced.  They went immediately into their first dance, which was so adorable and sweet.  It was clear just how happy and in love they were.  We were seated, drinks were served, and the toasts began.

The toasts were adorable.  Well, honestly, I don’t remember the best man’s speech very well because (I know this is awful, but it’s the truth) I thought he was kind of snotty and blocked his actions out for most of the wedding.  Sistah Sox’s speech, however, was amazing.  She began by telling the story about how she would have a test for all of Mrs. Sox’s boyfriends, part of which included a question about enjoying Apple Jacks even though they taste nothing like apples.  Mr. Sox clearly passed the test and became known as Sistah Sox’s FBIL – Future Brother-in-Law.  Now, keep in mind that this was when they first began dating and marriage wasn’t really a topic of conversation.  She went on to say how she was so excited to have Mr. Sox officially be part of the family, how much she loves Mrs. Sox, and all of the wonderful mushy things people want to hear in speeches honoring them.

As salads were set in front of guests, a groomsman requested a dance song that must be a tradition for weddings within their group of friends and asked the bride and groom to dance with him and his fiancee.  Mr. Library chose to act on this opportunity and left his table to ask me to dance with him as well.  This was probably one of my favorite moments of the reception, just dancing with my new husband and watching my friends enjoy their new union.

Dinner was served, and people began to mingle a bit more.  Mrs. and Mr. Sox sat at their own table with Sistah Sox and the snotty Best Man.  The other groomsmen and bridesmaids had their own tables off to the sides.  Each table, including the guests’ tables, had a bottle of red wine and a bottle of white wine.  I really liked this attention to detail on their part for the guests’ enjoyment.  It did, however, bring up a funny “did that really just happen?” wedding moment.  A family member decided to waltz up to the bridesmaid table and demand that we give her our bottle of white wine.  When we said no (because we had just been seated and people at our table legitimately wanted to drink it), the woman told us that we were being “selfish and weren’t drinking it fast enough” and stomped off to complain to one of the newlyweds’ fathers.  Kater decided that this episode meant we needed to all have white wine in our glasses, whether we chose to drink it or not.  Ha!  Take that!

The parent dances followed dinner, each one sweet and very well danced.  I’m not sure why people decide to take dance lessons for weddings, but these people certainly didn’t need them.  It’s more about the feeling of love and joy than it is about the accuracy of steps.  Once both dances were finished, the craziness began.  To say that this crowd was ready to party was an understatement.  It took about two minutes for almost everyone to get up and on the dance floor.  From that moment on, there was rarely an open spot available.

Somewhere in between, the wedding cake was cut, served, and devoured (yum!), and Mrs. Sox asked me to help her with her dress change.  Yes, she was a two dress bride, and it was a super smart move.  The first wedding dress was heavy, and there was no way she would be able to dance with it on all night.  The second dress was light and definitely dance-proof.  A lot of people noticed when she reappeared in another dress, but others didn’t notice until the next day when they were flipping through pictures.  Either way, she was lighter, happier, and ready to party!

The rest of the evening was filled with dancing, the photo booth, singing, and more dancing.  We all joined in on “The Wild Rover” twice, which apparently is a wedding tradition in Mr. Sox’s family.  If you aren’t familiar with the song, check out the video below.  The dance is quite simple; everyone stands in a large circle with their arms on everyone else’s shoulders, stomping or clapping during the three prominent beats during the chorus.  I picked it up pretty quickly the first time around.

Right around 11:30, the final dance for the couple was played, and I wished I had thought of it.  They danced to “Cover You” from Rent, surrounded by their friends and family, totally wrapped up in the moment and their love. It was the perfect ending to the perfect dance party.

With just the exit left, we quickly cleaned up and went outside to wish the newlyweds a happy life together… only it wouldn’t be only happy tears for me.

Love in Lowell Series:

The Bachelorette Party

Mr. Library and I Arrive

The Wedding Elves Rescue Dessert

The Rehearsal

The Rehearsal Dinner

The Night Before

Getting Our Hairs Did

Playing Dress-Up

The First Look

Show Time!

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Volumes of Love: I Want to Dance with Somebody

I know my friends and my immediate family.  We love to dance.  If there is music and space, we will create a dance party… including in the supermarket.  So when it was finally time to dance, we let loose!

My youngest cousin C was mesmerized by my dress, so we had a twirling contest.  She loved it!

Our guests, young and old, really came alive and danced for a good portion of the evening.  We had asked the DJ to play generation neutral songs so that everyone could enjoy them, and I think he did a pretty good job with that.  There were, of course, times where I wished that he would just play another slow song so I could dance with Mr. Library, FIL Library, or BIL Library, but that didn’t happen.  C’est la vie.

There was a lot of singing, shouting, and ridiculous dance moves going on, and I am so glad that our photographer captured our friends having a good time.  People slowly began to call it a night (call it a downfall to having older crowds attend a wedding), so Mr. Library and I got pulled from the dance floor every couple of songs to say goodbye and thank you to people.  Most of the time it wasn’t an issue, but when Mr. Library’s grandmother took nearly 15 minutes with her silent goodbye and she didn’t even say anything to me, I was a little angry.  I had other guests and a party to be at.  And I was nearly missing this:

Yep, that’s my grandmother leading the conga line!  She danced so much during our wedding, she could barely move the next couple of days.  She didn’t regret it one bit, though.  Neither did anyone else who joined in for the amazing, room-wrapping line…

Mr. Library and I finally made our way into the conga line just in time to get some pictures and partake in the fun.  Once the line broke up, my grandmother went to sit down, and Cousin J decided it was a good judgement call to go… well… you be the judge of what is going on here…

(If you guessed lap dance, you would be 100% correct.)

People continued to have a wonderful time, which was what was most important to us.  My grandmother stole Sister Library’s boyfriend and told her to “eat her heart out” as she dragged him to the floor…

we danced and sang along to “Shout”…

our props from the photo booth made their way onto the dance floor…

and the guys simply busted a move.

It makes me so happy to be able to look back on our photos and see how much fun everyone was having.  When it’s your wedding day, everything seems to blur.  You think you’re taking it in, or at least trying to, but everything just flies.  If you are on the fence about budget, trust me.  Photography is worth its weight in gold.

As the evening began to wind down, our wedding coordinator approached Dad Library and told him that while they had originally said we could break everything down in the morning, we actually needed to get everything out tonight.  They had a dance competition going on first thing in the morning, so the staff was putting everything together as soon as our guests were gone.  Bummer.  Ever the loving father, Dad Library kept this from me and Mr. Library, rallied Mom Library and my aunts, and broke everything down for us.  They didn’t want us to leave the party, so they did the work instead.  Seriously, how lucky can a couple get to have these people as family?

The night ended with some circle dances with Mr. Library and I in the middle to the tune of “Final Countdown” by Europe, and while it made me a little sad to see so few people left, those who made it to the end made it worth it.  Clearly, we were surrounded by love and happiness in every sense of the word.

Our party ended around 11:15, which may seem early to some, but we were spent.  Getting married takes a lot of energy!  We said goodbye and thank you to our families as they crept off to their own rooms, and we scooted upstairs to change my stuff from the bridal suite into our honeymoon suite.  After a quick change into my rehearsal dinner dress, we headed over to…

the groom squad’s (small) after party.

Walk me through this:

Our bridal party began to come together!

We did as UPS does!

We’re cat-walking baby!

We practiced eating!

Our wedding gets Jewish!

The girls and I have a slumber party!

I fell in love with a poet.

Mr. Library runs around.

Wake up call!

Christmas in July

Hairscapades abound

Making us up as we go

The Groom Squad strikes back

Magical flowers

We get the deets.

What should I wear today?

Click click click flash

Ding ding ding goes the trolley

The Groom Squad activates

We hear the music.

The guests are coming!  The guests are coming!

Let’s have a parade!

A walk to remember

We do?  Yes!  We do!

Let’s have a hug

Documenting the love

Our friends get in on the act

We find a snack in a pretty field.

We keep it in the family.

We dance into the reception.

Ch-ch-ch-chow down!

You have a little something on your face…

Dancing in tune

Catch!

There’s so much to love about the reception.

The photo booth genius

Volumes of Love: Just Dance!

Ohhhh dance parties.  How I love you.  A lot.

My family loves a good dance party.  With so many female cousins, there is bound to be a quality conga line and/or running man in there somewhere.  I was eager to start the real dance party, but we had a few formal dances to get through first.

First up, our first dance, naturally.  Mr. Library has always remembered the first dance he danced with me to during high school (how does he remember this but can’t remember to put the plastic wrap away?!), so that song has been “our” song from day 1.  It was only natural to use it as our first dance song, no matter how cheesy and outdated it seemed a couple days before.

Dance lessons were never really an idea that occurred to us.  We didn’t have the time or the money or the care.  Were people attending our wedding to see us emulate “Dancing with the Stars”?  Nope.  We did our best sway and spin and simply enjoyed each other.

Three-quarters of the way through the song, we had our DJ invite our wedding party to join us on the floor.  Everyone in our party had brought a date except for Bridesmaid Al and Best Man K, so we put them together.  They were very good sports about it.

After our song was done, Dad Library joined me on the floor for our Father-Daughter dance.  Dad Library took it upon himself to choose the song, and he wanted to keep it a secret.  In the end, he ended up picking the song I really wanted to dance with him to anyway without even a hint from me!  It’s like he’s my dad or something…

He had chosen this song because of its meaning.  He had fallen for the message, which is exactly what I had done.  When a family friend mentioned it to him, he was hooked.  Dad Library even went out of his way to buy me the CD with our song on it so I could listen to it whenever I wanted and think of him.  I’m still tearing up thinking about it now.

I have only seen my dad cry a few times in life.  He’s a sensitive guy on the inside, but he often doesn’t let himself cry in public.  He had begun to breakdown when he gave me away during the ceremony, and he started to lose it again while we danced.  We talked about other topics so that we both wouldn’t start blubbering.  We talked about how everyone around us looked like paparazzi.  We talked about how to properly execute a spin (and did so a few times).  We talked about how fast the day was going and how much we were enjoying it.

When our dance had ended, it was Mr. Library and MIL Library’s turn.

MIL Library had chosen the song, which was very sweet and upbeat, much like her relationship with Mr. Library.  Much to her relative dismay, though, she forgot just how long the song is and decided halfway through to just “rock out.”

They rocked out a few times before the end of the song, which made almost everyone laugh, including me.  I found it endearing and completely hilarious!

Yeah, I have an ugly laugh face.  Oh well.

Next up was our final formal dance.  We wanted to honor those who had come before us, and we decided to do so with an Anniversary Dance.  We wanted to make it known that everyone who celebrated an anniversary could join in, especially since a number of our guests were LGBT, but I don’t remember whether the DJ made that known or not.  As the years started to go up, people began to leave the dance floor.  The final couple was Mr. Library’s Aunt S and Uncle T who have been married for an incredible 48 years.

While we had planned to go right into our huge dance party, there was a touching request on behalf of two of our wedding guests.  You see, July 17 wasn’t only our wedding date, it was theirs too.  They had come to our wedding on their own fifth anniversary.  My Aunt C requested their first dance song and the DJ invited them to the floor to have their dance again.

With our formal dances out of the way, it was time for the dance party and the hilarity of bouquet and garter tosses!

Walk me through this:

Our bridal party began to come together!

We did as UPS does!

We’re cat-walking baby!

We practiced eating!

Our wedding gets Jewish!

The girls and I have a slumber party!

I fell in love with a poet.

Mr. Library runs around.

Wake up call!

Christmas in July

Hairscapades abound

Making us up as we go

The Groom Squad strikes back

Magical flowers

We get the deets.

What should I wear today?

Click click click flash

Ding ding ding goes the trolley

The Groom Squad activates

We hear the music.

The guests are coming!  The guests are coming!

Let’s have a parade!

A walk to remember

We do?  Yes!  We do!

Let’s have a hug

Documenting the love

Our friends get in on the act

We find a snack in a pretty field.

We keep it in the family.

We dance into the reception.

Ch-ch-ch-chow down!

You have a little something on your face…