We spent the weekend in Deep Creek to celebrate the wedding of our friends Kate and James. It looked like the moors of England on Friday night and I think everyone was peeking through their fingers on Saturday expecting to see gray and drizzle but it was perfect. I mean, PERFECT. Low 70′s, sunny, glorious.
Their indoor/outdoor venue was one of the coolest I’ve seen (converted barn, pond, rolling hills, etc) and it was one of those weddings where the ceremony and reception are an exact reflection of the couple. Just cool and homey and FUN and genuine.
Plus the bridesmaids were babes.
I was subjected to sharing a hotel room with three boys, and when I returned from my run to procure hangover provisions on Sunday morning, my olfactory senses were assaulted with the smell of dude. If my loins should be blessed with many sons, I’m buying my own place and they can visit me only and immediately after they shower.
My travel companions are pictured below, being devilishly handsome, and then getting devilishly handsome on the school bus to the wedding.
And then some shots of my husband with his bride and me with the bride.
The night ended(ish) with a bon fire. I lost my cardigan, Patrick lost his sunglasses, and we all lost money
bribing tipping the bartenders to bring the booze from the bar to the fire.
The dreamy groom entertained us with an Oasis sing along. It was Oasis right? I think it was Oasis.
And then we dragged our happy-but-hung-over selves back east to Baltimore. And because our city is our city we were inexplicably greeted with a man in a lavender outfit painting a lavender horse standing in a lavender truck. Next to a pronoun-confused proclamation of trash love. It was a banner weekend.
Congratulations to the new Wolf family! We love your lupine love.