We attended my coworker's Irish wedding this evening. (We even paid for a babysitter so that we could stay out as late as we wanted... which turned out to be 8:30pm... we're getting old...granted there was an hour drive to get home afterward...)
The couple (Matt and Kayla) used the Irish tradition of ringing bells at the end of their ceremony, so all the attendees went outside with their bells and rang until the getaway car was out of sight. The significance of the bells is that the couple is suppose to keep a set in their home, and should they ever have an argument that they have a hard time solving, they ring the bells to call a truce and remind themselves of their wedding day and vows. Jay and I thought it was very sweet.
The reception was held in a barn. A FANCY barn. There were buffet tables set in just about every nook and cranny, and each held a different southern specialty: shrimp and grits, BBQ sundae (cole slaw, baked beans, and pulled pork layers topped with a cornbread muffin), potato salad, black-eyed peas, and chicken. There was a table devoted to coffee and sweet tea. A table for party favors (mini jars of honey, produced just down the road at the bride's family's farm). A table where you could cook S'mores. And of course a bar. The cake table was our favorite though... There were FIVE different types of cake (and a sixth was tucked away at a separate table - a strawberry cake), and you better believe Jay tried three of them...
I've honestly never been to a wedding (even when I worked at fancy restaurants and country clubs as a waitress) where the cake table was more demolished than this one...
There was dancing...
...and Jay even got out there for a slow dance with me, despite the ankle brace.
We had a fun evening out, celebrating our friends' new adventure. Congratulations Matt!