I freaking love weddings.  Do you?  Seriously.  I have a problem.  I hate photographing weddings, but I loooove going to them.  Especially if I know the person well.  I get all teary eyed.  I like the grand gesture of it all.  The weight of it.  The formality.  Maybe, I also like cake.

My good friend Nick got married today.  We used to work together.  He went out to dinner with me when I was husbandless on weekends while my husband was working non-stop last summer.  He’s kind of the best.  And his wife is even better.  She’s amazing.  She seems reallllly shy, but then you realize she’s like brilliantly sarcastic and funny.  They’re pretty much perfect together.  And they’ve been through a lot to get to this point.  There’s a distinct possibility I started to tear up the second I saw them start to walk down the aisle.  No big deal.

They had their reception at the Monona Terrace.  There was cheese.  Cheese!!!  At a wedding.  It is Wisconsin after all.  

There was wine.  

Chocolate cake.

Mmmmmm cocktails.

Red velvet cake.  Soooooooooo good.

I put those flowers on that cake.  And got free drinks for it!!

Look, those are empty wine bottles.  And paper for little notes.  Message in a bottle.  Get it?

Place cards.

That’s the dining room.  It overlooks the lake.  Amazing view.

There’s the bride and groom running in for their entrance.  They’re so adorable.  I love weddings.  Can I get married again?  It’s sooo fun.  And this time I’ll remember to take it all in, ok?  Wait, I’ve only been married for five years?  I guess I have to wait a while to do that whole renewing the vows thing.  Booooo.  If you’re getting married, you should totally invite me.  I’ll help with tasks.  I’ll make your cake.  And then I’ll eat it.