Preface: In case you didn’t see in my last post, I went mental with the camera this weekend. Prepare yourselves.
Since the wedding wasn’t due to start until around 3:00 pm, a crew of us decided to take a drive in the country and visit “Lake on the Mountain”, this lake that is on a mountain.
It sound mega-nerdly, but it was actually really weird to look one way and see a lake at ground level, then look another way and see a several hundred foot drop. Then you start asking yourself all these questions like “How did the lake form?” “Is there a body of water that feeds it from BELOW???” “Where did all the fish come from???” SCIENCE!
So that took about five minutes then we decided to try and find this antiques store that we passed on the way in called “Dead People’s Stuff”, which sounded/looked awesome.
Lots of cool stuff at actually REALLY good prices… but then I realized that I actually need no stuff right now. Not even dead peoples’ stuff, which makes the stuff significantly cooler/more desirable.
So that took about five minutes and we were all like “LET’S GO DRINK!”. So we found a patio on the “water” (read: swamp), and let our worries drown away in pints of cider.
Alright. Enough of that. Let’s get to the wedding. T & A managed to find this AMAZING location that was a big old barn with a long back lawn, complete with a small covered outdoor tin-roofed wood structure with like, ivy growing all over it. The ceremony took place in the tin-roofed thingie. So simple and SO BEAUTIFUL.
Alright, let’s cycle through some of my ONE MILLION pictures of the ceremony…
Alright, on to the reception, which was literally 50 feet up a beautiful lawn into a big old rustic barn. But first champagne on the lawn in the beautiful weather. Like, jesus crack-balls christ it was beautiful.
AND THEN THIS.
Here is the only picture of me. I had these grand ambitions of putting my hair up in these complex and bohemian-esque braids, but then due to laziness/drunkenness/lack of mirror space in B&B bathroom, I decided to go “au naturel”… which in retrospect meant looking like a cocker-spaniel all night. I’m sure that the INTENSE SUN on my hair made it look a bit more freakishly frizzy than it actually was, but still. NEVER AGAIN.
Thank god I liked my dress, which was this rust-colour that I am currently obsessed with. RUST-COLOUR!!!!! Best.
Oh, and introducing the drunkest people of the evening, preparing for their evening of extreme drunkenness.
So, I got a little emotional and went up to Amanda on the dance floor and was all like “MEEEEEEEEEH AMANDA THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL (SOB) I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU (SOB), YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL (SOB), HOW DID YOU PLAN ALL THIS FROM ENGLAND (SOB) HOW DID YOU FIND THIS AMAZING PLACE (SOB)?”
And her totally amazing answer was “I googled “Ontario Barn Wedding.” Coolest, most laid-back bride ever.