What I remember in weddings remains an enigma. Some weddings I remember it by the people and their interactions. Sometimes I recall most fondly of how emotional the couple’s speech was and how it brought a tear to my eye. And, perhaps rarely, there are weddings where I will remember it for the way the couple’s connection moved me.
None of the weddings I have documented, however, etched their place in my heart for this reason – the sheer feeling of immersing myself in the wedding. That intoxicating feeling of simply being there. Until that fateful day with Daryl and Ashley, that is.
I could totally relate to that warm-as-hell tropical night. Everyone was dressed up in their best 70/ 80’s outfit, or simply in whatever they were comfortable in. No impressive suits or 9-inch heels. Heart-thumping rock music from my growing up years filled the dense air, and I found myself dancing to the tunes like everyone else. Well, except for the booze. Everyone had a beer in their hand, except for me. (Fun fact, I can’t drink very well.)
Everyone was free, and I could see it in their faces. And perhaps it’s those enduring images of their faces that I will remember this wedding by.
Oh, and of course, how can I forget Freddie Mercury making a special appearance? Viva la vida!
Venue: HandleBar @ Gillman Barracks
The wedding party, told from random fragments of my mind:
And here’s what I remember from the day since morning:
Memories, told from scratch, are the best thing ever.
