The only way I know how to describe my cousin's recent wedding in Boston is to say it felt like something straight out of Cupcakes and Cashmere. For those of you who find this reference meaningless, I'll explain further by saying the wedding was fantastic...(Also, how do you not know about Cupcakes & Cashmere?)
The wedding was rampant with special little details, each one better than the next.
Here are just a few pics to give you an idea of what I'm talking about;
White Sangria in mason jars. Can we all go ahead and agree that everything tastes better when in a mason jar?
Place cards strung up on the side of a barn.
Left: Passed Corn Fritters. Let's just say I had more than one and less than ten.
Right: Elegant table setting and my cocktail for the evening. Again, let's just say I had more than one and less than ten.
As far as I could tell, my cousin and her wedding planner made just one grave error in terms of the event. That being the decision to invite not just me, but the entire side of my family that resides in Chicago. You can take my family out of Chicago, but you can't take the Chicago out of my family.
Yikes.
This type of behavior must have been why a fellow wedding guest approached Danny at one point in the evening and asked him point blank if he was a "wedding crasher". HA! I of course overheard this and joined the conversation immediately by saying he absolutely was a crasher and "who did we need to notify to get him removed at once!?"
Here Danny is talking to the band.
One of my favorite "details" of the wedding was the photobooth, which I'll be designating an entire post to next week. Here's a group shot of me, and all my female cousins, prior to entering the booth.
I like to think our grandma was looking down on us from heaven thinking WTF.
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