After the vows were said, pictures taken, dinner served, cake cut (and eaten), and assorted accessories tossed, there was only one thing left to do. Party.
The picture above is one of my favorites, and the very last one in our wedding album. I was SO happy about how much dancing went on. I must admit, I was a little nervous because our dance space was not very big. However, I think this worked in our favor because it didn't take too many people for the dance floor to look "packed".
Our DJ, Guy Voss, was recommended by both our photographer and a co-worker of my mom's who recently got married. He did a great job or reading the crowd and keeping us on the floor, while also hitting just about every song on the "must play" list.
Not sure what song either the picture above or below was taken during, but clearly it was one we could jam to.
I spent pretty much the whole night on the dance floor. Every once in awhile Mr. Aardvark would go take a break and chat up some of his less dancey friends, but then he would be back, to boogie down with his bride.
In this shot, you can see the fabric scrap curtain that we made at the last minute. I figured it would tie in our colors and prevent curious passerby's from seeing our amazing dance skills (skillz?).
We were not the only people bustin' moves. There were several surprise dance floor stars, including MOH MD's Mom. I think, judging by the picture below, she even surprised herself!
The Bridesmoms made an appearance in the middle of a dance off. (Half of which is pictured here)
Of course Papa Aardvark was cutting a rug all night. This picture of him dancing with Bridesmaid sis is one of my all time favorites.
A wedding dance would not be complete without some sort of line dance. I don't really know which one this was but as you can see, there was a bit of confusion.
And that was when the photographers left. But the night was far from over. We danced and danced for a few more hours. Around 10:30, the baked potato bar opened up and flocks of hungry (possibly drunk) dancing fools filled their bowls with bacon and cheese and potato-y goodness. Sadly I was still full from cake and dinner so I did not partake, but it was a big hit.
We danced a few more, and then it was time to call it a night. Everyone was hugging us, toasting us, and thanking us for the great time. We were beside ourselves thanking them for coming, celebrating and bringing gifts (which by some amazing act, had been loaded into my parent's car.) There were a handful of guests who had really enjoyed themselves who were talking about heading out to a bar. From what I heard, they never made it to the bar because their designated people just took them back to the hotel (good choice).
Amid the never ending good-byes, and milling about, at some point Mr. Aardvark decided we should make our escape (thank goodness or we would still be standing there hugging and chatting with great aunts and first cousins!). With one last big, "GOODNIGHT EVERYONE! THANKS! SEE YOU IN THE MORNING!" we slipped out the front door into the night.
We walked hand in hand back to the hotel. Oddly, despite the fact that everyone had booked rooms at the same hotel, we didn't see anyone on the way back. It was cool, and clear and for the first time all day, quiet. Walking the dark streets of my home town hand in hand with my husband was totally surreal and magical. It was a perfect end to a perfect day, and a perfect beginning to the rest of our lives.
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