i wrote a post about my mexican beach wedding and you can read about it here.
quick aside. nothing makes for a better wedding story then being able to tell people that one of your bridesmaids got drunk (though she still denies it), put her dress on backwards (and it took shitler figuring it out to get it fixed), walked almost down the aisle with the tags still on her shoes, and for sure walked down the aisle with my bridal bouquet. like the bouquet with my monogrammed initials on it and everything.
hashtag memories.
because back to the whole top portion of this post where all wedding-obsessed girls are all ZOMG perfect wedding everything because hello you basic boring bitch what is even the point?
i'm sorry. things got off track. you were probably drinking out of a paper straw.
welcome back, i hate you, paper straw drinkers.
welcome back, i hate you, paper straw drinkers.
but anyway wedding stuff.
brides and their perfect everything. because i had none of that and it was wonderful.
because sometimes there are the girls that just want the absolute perfect picture ever.
and then sometimes when you're in mexico the federales happen to pass by and your drunk-ish bridesmaid that put her bridesmaid dress on backwards and walked your bridal bouquet down the aisle happens to scamper up to them and ask them to take a picture with you. and they do.
and then when you show the pictures to other people, like the mexican sushi chef that works at the restaurant, and he politely tells you that there's a fifty percent chance they were part of a mexican drug cartel and that i could have been
kidnapped and then i laughed. but he was serious. and obviously i wasn't kidnapped. so crisis averted.
but anyway - one of my favorite pictures ever below.
and then when you show the pictures to other people, like the mexican sushi chef that works at the restaurant, and he politely tells you that there's a fifty percent chance they were part of a mexican drug cartel and that i could have been
kidnapped and then i laughed. but he was serious. and obviously i wasn't kidnapped. so crisis averted.
but anyway - one of my favorite pictures ever below.

but honestly - who even wants the most perfect of everything when can just have the most ridiculous? and then you can know that everything was so absolutely perfect in all its ridiculousness.
because when you walk down the aisle to the best dave matthews band song in all the land to the very best person in the whole entire world for you surrounded by all the best people that made the huge and most appreciated effort to fly down and be a part of your day then you know that everything is as it should be.
quick recap:
walked down the aisle to: "i'll back you up" by dave matthews band
walked down the aisle after being declared mr. & mrs. to "the idea of you" by dave matthews band
walked down the aisle after being declared mr. & mrs. to "the idea of you" by dave matthews band
there were no mason jars, paper straws, or expensive nonsense
i didn't wear shoes because fuck shoes
people were drunk
everything was exactly as it should have been.
also this because GIMME THE CHAMPAGNE I DO NOT LIKE BEING SOBER
