Monday, June 6, 2016

A Wedding at Glacier National Park!

I have a weird tendency to meet people at their own weddings. It's always an awkward position to be in; I don't relish being an unfamiliar face among a crowd of family and close friends, shaking the hand of a newly minted Mr. and Mrs. So-and-So, explaining who I am and why I'm there. I'm not a wedding crasher. I'm always there in a very legitimate sense, as someone's plus-one or as one half of a musical duo with my boyfriend, but it's still uncomfortable. Last weekend, I went to another wedding where I didn't know anyone, and the people turned out to be some of the funniest, nicest, most incredible people I have ever met. It was pretty fantastic!

Allow me to set the scene for you: Two wonderful women decide to tie the knot, and they enlist my boyfriend, a long-time friend of theirs, to play music at their wedding, which will be in Glacier National Park at Lake McDonald. They provide him with a room at the lodge, and say he can bring his amazing girlfriend (me!) with him. I'm totally stoked to go, since I have never been to Glacier in my 23 years in Montana. I've had photos of the brides on my fridge for a while, an honored spot for their Christmas card photos and their engagement photos, and we have a lot of mutual friends who just LOVE these two. I even have one friend who named his dog after one of the brides. If that's not high praise, then I don't even know what. 

I showed up prepared to keep a smile glued to my face as a way to lessen my impact as an interloper, but about five minutes into the rehearsal dinner, the glued smile was real. Holy crap, is this an awesome family! I felt as if I had already known everyone forever, and there was nothing awkward about me being there. The ceremony was hands-down the sweetest exchange of vows I have ever heard; I don't think I've ever seen two people more happy to be standing in their positions, and I started to tear up. The reception was a blast; I've never danced more or laughed more at a wedding. A week later, my feet still hurt, but ask me if I care. I don't. 

I had so many grand plans for outfit photos, but I'm not such a great photographer yet. I don't take my camera with me when I know I should, and I get so caught up in the moment that I forget to pause and take snaps here and there. I did get some photos, though! At the rehearsal dinner, the bride wore such an adorable outfit, I HAD to take pictures, and since she is pretty much the sweetest person ever to walk the planet, she agreed! 








If you've ever visited my blog before, you will know right away what drew me to Jordan's outfit. That amazing tulle skirt! That amazing graphic tee! Those amazing stilettos! What's not to love, right? And those shoes...erhmagerd. I'm so in love with that shot of her heels among the moss, that I kind of want to frame it and hang it in my home. Would that be weird?

I did manage to talk Joe into taking a few photos of me in my road-trip outfit (read: not that cute)...

You shall not pass!




Selfie!

And, as always, Joe was a perfectly willing model for me. 






Majestic man, majestic hair, majestic mountain. 

Joe Ryan, king of the beach!

We will definitely be heading back to Glacier this summer; the kids have got to see this place! Everyone says how beautiful it is, but man, it's so far beyond that. You just have to be there and see it for yourself. I really am spoiled living in Montana. I'm so grateful that friends of friends decided to get married here and allowed me to tag along!