What’s a wedding without some dancing? John and I shared our first dance to The Avett Brother’s January Wedding. So maybe we didn’t get married in January. Still a good song.
The sun started to set, and it was time for the Father-Daughter dance. We danced to a “My Little Girl” by Pierce Pettis. We heard him play at a a neighborhood block party a few years ago. You can hear it here, though it doesn’t start until 1:50 so just fast forward a bit.
John and his mom shared the floor with us.
Next up it was time for the “Dollar Dance.” Best I can gather, it’s a west coast/mid-west tradition where people pay $1 to dance with the bride. I had never heard of it before, but John was pretty set on it. So the DJ announced it, most’ve the guest stood around confused for a bit, ran back to their cars to get a $1 and came back. I refused to do it alone, so I forced John on the dance floor with me. It turned out to be pretty fun actually. And may I just say, his line was significantly longer than mine. Like, we’re talking 5x as long.
The maids of honor and best man kept tabs of the cash. And took a little tip for themselves, I bet.
Now it was just time to let loose.
Greatest picture ever, am I right? My cousin air-guitaring with a groomsman.
One thing I really liked about our photographer is that he did a great job with the reception pictures. I feel like he really captured the mood of it all. So my advice to brides – don’t just look at their bridal party pictures, but the whole shebang.
My grandparents won the anniversary dance, narrowly nudging out John’s grandparents. 55 years this March!
Notice something about these dancing pictures? John and I really aren’t in them. We didn’t dance all that much during our reception. Okay, John says we did, but that’s coming from someone who does not dance all that often (read: ever)! I think I felt awkward that every time I got on the dance floor a circle would form around me.
So what were we doing instead?