Hubs got ready at a downtown hotel, munching local BBQ with his dudes (all seven groomsmen!), while I got ready at home.
I invited all of our out-of-town guests to visit and brunch with us while me and my small but mighty crew of three bridesmaids got gaw-gee-ous. It was easy to stay relaxed when all of my far-flung nearest and dearest where squealing about how cu-ute my house is and how superbridey I looked. Highly recomended!
Hubs and his momma.
I dyed my slip blue.
Between the ceremony and the party, the bridal party slipped away to a German bar, where another bridal party was also taking a pit stop. They challenged us to a boot-off and of course, we won (hello, seven groomsmen!). This photo, however, was our practice round.
My parents. I love this picture.
Clearly, once we started to party, there was no turning back. Two homebrew kegs, 12 cases of wine and endless margaritas plus a cognac toast will do that to a crowd.