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get this party started on a saturday night!


Sadly, we had to cut our vin d'honneur short by an hour because the rain that was at first a romantic mist had turned into a heavier rainfall. Knowing how fickle the weather is here in France, it wasn't even a question whether or not we would rent a heated tent for our backyard reception. Remember the toothless lady who yelled at me back in February? I'm relieved that we didn't reserve one of her tents that she couldn't even show us a model of. Aside from her unprofessional set-up and aggressive dog, she also didn't want to grant us a dance floor citing that the request was too extravagant. A dance floor at a wedding? How absurd! Several details fell through the cracks, and not all of our ideas were actualized, but having a solid dance floor - this was one request I wasn't going to back down from. With the amount of rain we had been receiving the weeks leading up to the wedding, it would have been a swampy mess under a tent without a proper floor. 

As the guests were being led to the tent, I heard someone calling my name as I was hurrying myself and my mother to our seats. It was Grenobloise who wanted to know if she and her beau were also invited to the feast, because what have we learned over the past few months about French weddings? Not everyone is invited to all of the wedding events. We were at a wedding last week where guests arrived at midnight and no one thought it was at all strange. Well I did. 


She of course was invited to the dinner, as well as the leftover/ hangover brunch we hosted the following day. They came all the way from Grenoble, and being an Italian girl this is how we show our appreciation - with food and wine! It just goes to show how confusing this system is. Surely this isn't the first time a guest asked a bride if they were invited to the dinner. Perhaps different invitations are sent out? Was that another detail we let slip?


With our sense of humor in mind, the decor was kept simple and playful. Balloons, confetti and quilted mason jars containing ivory candles were used as the centerpieces, and seating cards were fastened to sky blue rock candy sticks. With the assumption that the seating cards were provided to avoid an awkward game of musical chairs, our theory temporarily failed us when Kale Project Kristen was sat between a guest named P and a guest named Lancelot. This caused some confusion given that her husband's name is P and his nickname is Lancelot. But no, we really did have a guest named Lancelot who halfway through the evening ripped open his button down shirt to reveal a fishnet tank top. Get this party started, indeed.


Blue highlighted photos provided by my dear friend Stina.
So creative!



Our first dance was to Bertrand Burgulat's poppy "La rose du sang". We had tested slower songs in our living room with our bedroom mirror propped up against the couch, and both decided that we looked pretty dumb. Staying true to our tastes and personalities, we decided to do more of a boogie/fox-trot/running man number.

As the party went into the evening, several highlights included a round of applause as Gwannel Sandiego walked into the party an hour late with our friend Laurent (oh là là!), a chair-raising Hava Nagila facilitated by my Jewish girlfriends Belle and Stina (thank you ladies! I've been wanting to get up on the chair since Evan Gold's Bar Mitzfah circa '93!), a kick-line to Sinatra's "New York, New York" where an American flag somehow manifested, a launching of hot air balloons into the night, a cumbersome "Electric Slide" where all of the guests were bumping into each other and the French who were trying so hard to follow along, just gave up, a heartwarming speech presented by Aurélien's two best friends who provided visual aids of a young and nerdy 20 year old Aurel, and a speech provided by myself individually thanking every guest who attended. Unfortunately I got tired by the 15th guest and just looked at Kristen and screamed "Kale Project!" before turning to the French side of the room and adding, "Hey! She brought a vegetable to your country!" 





Things got loud, everyone got a little inappropriate, jokes were made, drinks were spilled, a few of us fell, cupcakes were inhaled (I heard that one of our guests kept missing her mouth) and memories were made leading to weeks of recaps from guests who enjoyed themselves. We all got a little crazy, it wouldn't have been one of our parties if it didn't. I have a feeling that it will be a while before the French forget this wedding that definitely pushed the envelope, showing them how we do it up in the States.

17 comments:

  1. AnonymousJune 03, 2013

    Oh my, my silliness got into one of your posts! You need the backstory though! The story is: F and I didn't think for a second that we weren't invited for the entire shindig.. until, after a few cocktails... I was chatting with Allison and we were talking about this exact French custom of some people leaving after the cocktail hour. It wasn't until she told me that her invite included something ours didn't, a separate invite to the dinner, that the "oh, what if.." hit me and F... And I hadn't noticed the cute windows with our names on it as I was in the tent near the bar!

    I love the photos so far!

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    1. Hahahaa it was just so funny because it had never occurred to me that anyone on my list would only be invited to the first half. I was actually thrown off for a minute! I'm actually not sure what Allison is talking about, all of our invites were sent out with the invite and the RSVP card. That's it. I'm confused...hmm. Well I'm glad you asked then! I would have felt awful if you two had gone home!

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    2. AnonymousJune 06, 2013

      Hmm I'm confused now too.. her invite did sound different than ours, maybe Flo & I misunderstood. I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask in any case (not realizing it would make the blog!). We definitely wouldn't have just gone home! Wish we could hang out in person under the Paris sky and gossip about the awesome evening instead of online.. I feel a bit weird taking up your comment section with random details!

      ps. and good call with the tent and flooring- It's hard to imagine all that rowdy dancing on damp floor.

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  2. Looks like a good time was had by all and that the party was as unique and fun as the bride and groom:)))

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    1. It really was a good time and we hope that everyone else enjoyed it as much as we did. Weddings are never a guaranteed good time. I'm sure like me, you have gone to some real snoozers (I've been to one where the bar closed an hour before!). We really wanted to keep the energy up and drinks flowing. I think we accomplished our goal!

      I entertain myself imagining where you would have been at the party and the verdict is either near my mom or my wild in-laws for sure!

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    2. Good guess!:) I love me some funky people (I can relate;))

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  3. I love weddings!!!!! LOL!!

    Love Denise

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    1. oh good! I'm glad you're enjoying these posts! Thank you, Denise.

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  4. Gorgeous photos! Boo, I missed the kick line (I remember, I was hunting out more bubbly when that song was playing) and I also ended up on the wrong table! I just saw Kristen and ran in her direction...

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    1. From what I heard, I think everyone in your corner played a little bit of musical chairs. Maybe you inspired it?

      The kick line was hilarious but really I have no idea where that American flag came from! I didn't remember that had happened until I saw the photo evidence. We were so silly that night...it was perfect.

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  5. Your photos are beautiful! I came across your blog just as I began studying for my finals last month, and I was so thoroughly distracted by your storytelling that studying was basically nonexistent--all I could do was keep reading your next entry. It's wonderful to read your story with "Sebastien" from the beginning and to see how it's progressed. Congratulations on your wedding!

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    1. Hi Maria! Thank you so much for this comment and for reading. This Paris experience certainly has been a long strange trip filled with many surprises. Who would have thought that this would be the path...

      Again, thank you so much for reading, now get back to studying! : )

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  6. It sounds like an excellent way to end you day! And a dance floor! I would have so overlooked that detail! Good thinking! For those of us not in the glorious South, rain is pretty much a likely possibility! Lovely pictures!

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    1. Thanks Shannon! The only reason why it even occurred to me to have a floor put in is because back in 1993, my mom and I went to a backyard wedding under a tent without a floor and my mom's heels kept digging in the dirt (and this was without rain!) and the grass made it difficult to dance, and I have never heard the end of it! We didn't want our wedding to be remembered as being uncomfortable. The vin d'honneur was wet enough, so we made up for it with a dry and toasty tent!

      LOL! We're in the "glorious South", it must REALLY rain by you because it seems to be the only forecast here in Paris!

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    2. LOL! No, I meant "glorious South" as in the South of France like Provence and such. They're the ones with almost guaranteed sunshine. Anyone to the north must be ready for rain at any time!

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  7. See, I think weddings should be a really good party, I can't be doing with the stiff and formal things, so sounds like an excellent end to the day!

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  8. Of course you had a guest named Lancelot wearing a fishnet tank top at your wedding. Of course you did.

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