After the first dances, the music started pumping and the dance floor was packed! I have to say this made me very happy. The party was in full swing. After about an hour or so of dancing, the DJ let us know it was time. Time for tosses.
If you recall, I fretted over whether or not to do tosses for a long time. I was SUPER on the fence. Mr. Aardvark was not really much help with a sweet, "Whatever you want to do dear." Every time I asked what we should do. In the end, we decided to toss. No real reason. It could have come down to a coin flip.
The DJ called all the single ladies to the floor with the now ubiquitous bouquet toss anthem, Beyonce's Single Ladies. I was warned that the ceiling was low so I would have to be careful and not get too crazy with my toss.
Of course, never being a high achiever at anything that involved throwing, catching or making two things come in contact in any way, I gave my bouquet what I thought was a gentle toss toward the gathered ladies.
It promptly it the ceiling and landed with a splat about two feet in front of them. Oops.
Unbeknownst to me, my sister and cousin had drug my grandma into the waiting crowd. My sister (above) scooped up the bouquet and presented it too her. I thought this was a really sweet gesture and the perfect ending to my should-I-shouldn't-I bouquet toss!
And now I have this great picture of my cousin, Grandma, and I!
Now, the garter toss was the part that I was most worried about. The part where my brand new husband takes off a bit of my under pinnings in front of all our gathered family and friends! My fear was added to by the fact that I did not have a long dress. It's all fun and games when a groom ducks under a big cupcake skirt, but it would be straight up raunchy for there to be any under skirt shenanigans in my short dress!
I should have know my worry was uncalled for. Mr. Aardvark is a classy dude. That is one of the many reasons I married him. Once I was perched on a chair, and the single dudes gathered, he began to circle the chair in a "where is it?" kind of way. He looked under the chair... Not there. He looked behind the chair...Not there. He shrugged toward the gathered crowd asking for help. "ON HER LEG!" someone yelled. He checked my ankle... Not there. "Higher!" one of the waiting dudes yelled. He checked my knee....Not there. "Under the skirt!!" yelled another waiting dude. He sheepishly stuck slipped his hand past my knee and finally found his prize!
He quickly removed it and launched it slingshot style to the waiting crowd. I later gave him grief for not turning his back to them first. He said he was nervous and forgot. He's so cute!
My little brother is SUPER competitive. He will do anything if you set it up as a challenge. This was no different. He, being nine, does not really have any desire to "be the next to marry" and we decided long ago that there would be no placing of the garter on the leg of the bouquet catcher. He just wanted to win the toss. And he did. Which is fitting, but sort of funny, and a little bit awkward as well. he was spotted later in the evening wearing the garter as a headband, (un) fortunately I have yet to see photo graphic evidence of this. Silly boys.
In all, I was glad we did the tosses. They were fun and not too awkward. No one (except maybe my grandma) was dragged to the floor by friends. I don't know that I would have missed them horribly if we had skipped them either though... So I guess I am not much help if you are struggling with the question "to toss or not to toss?". When it comes down to it, go with your gut.
Are you/did toss? Did you have any interesting "catchers?"