Ah, Traffic
First off, the apology:
Dear wedding guests: We are terribly, terribly sorry that it took over an hour to get from the wedding to the reception. Seriously, it was supposed to be about a 15 minute drive. We didn't know about the parade that would be occurring directly between the two locales until about 2 weeks before the wedding, and that was only thanks to the fact that the boss's best friend's son getting married the same day. Had we known when we were scheduling everything we would have made alternate arrangements.
Now that that's out of the way, the unforseen traffic also led to one of my favorite random memories of the day. This one gets top billing because we got the proofs from the photographer today, and in addition to being a beautiful moment, our tres fabu photographer captured the moment PERFECTLY on film:
So Sweetie and I planned to have our photos taken at Kerry Park between the ceremony and the reception. The park is about 5 minutes away from the reception site, so between the bit of extra travel time and the time to take the photos, it would be the perfect amount of time for us to arrive at the reception and make a grand entrance once everyone else had arrived.
Except we had the limo driver who knew all the back roads through town to escape traffic. And most of our guests were out-of-towners traveling the worst possible route traffic-wise, but the best possible route Sweetie and I could come up with in terms of ease of direction.
Tangent Moment: While at the public park there was a family there with a girl who couldn't be more than 4 or 5 who had a disposable camera and desperately wanted to take a photo of the bride and groom at the park. The parents were whispering something to her along the lines of, "No, you can't do that." We shouted out "It's OK if she takes a picture of us." So she did. But then she wanted to take more. And it was a camera with real film. And as much as this little girl wanted to take photos of the girl in the big-ass white dress and the boy in the tux, mom doesn't want to spend the gazillion dollars it costs to purchase a camera and develop film to have photos of us! So sorry if we created a monster that night, mom. We're young (he!) and in love, we don't have kids yet so couldn't think about the further implications our assent would entail.
Anyway, back to the real story. So we get to the park. The photographer gets there 10 minutes later. Spends a good 10 minutes setting up his equipment. Gets photos of us with the city as a backdrop. Get's photos of us with Mt. Rainier as a backdrop. Gets photos of us with the cool limo as a backdrop. We're getting near done with the photos, and I hear a familiar voice behind me call out, "Hey, can you tell us how to get to the party?"
Friends of the family from Portland (the people who, outside of my relations, have known me longer than anyone else attending the wedding and the person who has one of the best Swankette haircut stories ever on the planet) have SOMEHOW arrived at Kerry Park. Now, the park isn't necessarily FAR from the reception site, I just have a difficult time imagining HOW someone could get lost in such a way as THAT is where they would end up. But end up there they did.
So we stopped for a moment, and I gave him directions. (Thankfully from this location the directions were drive up there, turn right, drive a while, turn right and you're there). It was priceless! And the photographer got a shot of the two of us, both of us pointing up the road. I believe the conversation was something to the effect of:
Me: "Drive up that way to the stoplight"
Him: "I'm driving that way up to the stoplight?"
So much for the grand entrance. But I'm glad to give it up to share that totally random moment.
Dear wedding guests: We are terribly, terribly sorry that it took over an hour to get from the wedding to the reception. Seriously, it was supposed to be about a 15 minute drive. We didn't know about the parade that would be occurring directly between the two locales until about 2 weeks before the wedding, and that was only thanks to the fact that the boss's best friend's son getting married the same day. Had we known when we were scheduling everything we would have made alternate arrangements.
Now that that's out of the way, the unforseen traffic also led to one of my favorite random memories of the day. This one gets top billing because we got the proofs from the photographer today, and in addition to being a beautiful moment, our tres fabu photographer captured the moment PERFECTLY on film:
So Sweetie and I planned to have our photos taken at Kerry Park between the ceremony and the reception. The park is about 5 minutes away from the reception site, so between the bit of extra travel time and the time to take the photos, it would be the perfect amount of time for us to arrive at the reception and make a grand entrance once everyone else had arrived.
Except we had the limo driver who knew all the back roads through town to escape traffic. And most of our guests were out-of-towners traveling the worst possible route traffic-wise, but the best possible route Sweetie and I could come up with in terms of ease of direction.
Tangent Moment: While at the public park there was a family there with a girl who couldn't be more than 4 or 5 who had a disposable camera and desperately wanted to take a photo of the bride and groom at the park. The parents were whispering something to her along the lines of, "No, you can't do that." We shouted out "It's OK if she takes a picture of us." So she did. But then she wanted to take more. And it was a camera with real film. And as much as this little girl wanted to take photos of the girl in the big-ass white dress and the boy in the tux, mom doesn't want to spend the gazillion dollars it costs to purchase a camera and develop film to have photos of us! So sorry if we created a monster that night, mom. We're young (he!) and in love, we don't have kids yet so couldn't think about the further implications our assent would entail.
Anyway, back to the real story. So we get to the park. The photographer gets there 10 minutes later. Spends a good 10 minutes setting up his equipment. Gets photos of us with the city as a backdrop. Get's photos of us with Mt. Rainier as a backdrop. Gets photos of us with the cool limo as a backdrop. We're getting near done with the photos, and I hear a familiar voice behind me call out, "Hey, can you tell us how to get to the party?"
Friends of the family from Portland (the people who, outside of my relations, have known me longer than anyone else attending the wedding and the person who has one of the best Swankette haircut stories ever on the planet) have SOMEHOW arrived at Kerry Park. Now, the park isn't necessarily FAR from the reception site, I just have a difficult time imagining HOW someone could get lost in such a way as THAT is where they would end up. But end up there they did.
So we stopped for a moment, and I gave him directions. (Thankfully from this location the directions were drive up there, turn right, drive a while, turn right and you're there). It was priceless! And the photographer got a shot of the two of us, both of us pointing up the road. I believe the conversation was something to the effect of:
Me: "Drive up that way to the stoplight"
Him: "I'm driving that way up to the stoplight?"
So much for the grand entrance. But I'm glad to give it up to share that totally random moment.
posted by Swankette at 11:33 PM
2 Comments:
Really there are only two things that were negatives over the whole weekend: traffic and heat. We couldn't have done anything to control either. So that's cool.
Heat? What heat? You want heat? Visit DC in July next summer. I'll show you heat.... (insert maniachal laughter)
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