see the pooch in the photo below? yeah? won’t be the last time in this post. if she could’ve followed her family to the reception at the best western cobourg, she would have. her name is tess, and this is the story of her family’s wedding on her very own family farm.
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the girls were hangin’ by the pool when i showed up, robed and with funny partially-done hair..jpg)
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i had just dropped mat off down the road at bethany + jon’s house (conveniently close to where bethany grew up) where the dudes were ABSOLUTELY NOT DRINKING ALL THE SCOTCH AGAINST BETHANY’S DIRECT ORDERS (you can always tell when i’m lying because i can’t do it without yelling).
moment of appreciation for the. coolest. COOLEST. EVER. bridal necklace. ever. a family heirloom. a freaking solid gold BULL. amazing.
the brother and the nephew were chuggin’ around
and the dudes were doing what dudes do — admiring themselves
the matron of honour doing what matrons of honour do — looking GORGEOUS.
and thankfully bethany eventually got her hair out of those damn curler thangs.
the beautiful flowers from metro in cobourg — shockingly beautiful every time. i mean, really! METRO! so good.
beautiful gold wedding shoes to compliment the amazing bull necklace. bethany got the shoes ON SALE and jon was hilariously proud. “THAT’S MY GIRL. she loves a deal.”
looks like it’s just about go-time!
the VIEW. i want to pay to have my wedding at bethany’s family’s place. LOOK at it!
whatchu glarin’ at, boy?!
the proudest mama and papa.
Oh! hey tess! yes you’re absolutely welcome in the ceremony!
just starin’ at a fly in front of her face. no big. no wedding going on or anything.
weddings are tiring.
the mark of a GREAT matron of honour — holding down the veil so it doesn’t blow all up in the bride’s face. THANK YOU CHANTELLE!
on the left below is where bethany DROPPED the ring. a true canadian country gal, she said, “oh, SH*T” while scrambling to pick it up. it was recovered fully in tact. whew.
and suddenly she’s scottish!
and now she’s gay. just for a minute.
time for cham-pag-nah
ok, serioustime.
this is mat’s picture of what it actually looked like while i tried to take this series of photos. bethany is SO not a photo-obsessed bride. very obliging, but laughing at me all the time for trying to make them be all romantic and stuff.
but LOOK HOW SWEET THEY TURNED OUT
i’m a sucker for hair-tucking.
bethany, once again, thought it was hilariously lame, but did it anyway! thank you!
somewhat rolling her eyes, no doubt at me. speaking of eyes, they’re so friggin’ beautiful. golden.
ah, yes, here’s tess again with the other tagalong of the day – braydn! hubba hubba. he’s single, everybody, and he rescues dogs and loves cats.
braydn also photobombs like a champ.
tess is definitely one of the girls.
so we must include her in the girly photos!
what an absolutely magical driveway this is.
tagalong #2 back again for more shenanigans.
to the reception! where there’s a martini iceblock that bethany quite literally told me to go put my face under. i love her. i love her so much.
speeches, blah blah, lots of fun stuff,
lotsa glass-raising
and then bethany and jon give their speech. and it goes like this:
jon: WE’D LOVE TO THANK EVERYONE FOR ALL THE THINGS, AN–*bethany starts yelling*
YOU, thank YOU!
and thank YOU, for _______
AND WE’RE GOOD. party on.
and party they did.
obligatory photographer selfie!
let’s use this ICE BLOCK! with FURY! (for you, ceilidh)
go groom go!
then i was like, hey matron of honour, will bethany do a funnel for a picture? and chantelle’s like, “OH, SHE’LL DO IT. I’LL GET HER”
and do it she diiiiiiid
once again, everyone — braydn is single and ready to mingle. well, maybe he’s not ready to mingle. i don’t know. but he is single. and look at these MOVES.
boogie with the bride – who changed her dress! smart.
as always, you will find me at the end of the night at the cupcake table. eating cupcakes.
i hope they took one home for tess.
that’s a wrap!
