There was no question that Heather & Curt’s wedding was going to be super fun times on a stick. I had prepared my repertoire for portraits and gathered up every inch of sarcasm that I owned before even attempting to step foot into Paradise Cove that afternoon.
The bridal party brought the roll too (as in ‘that’s how they roll’) and both Heather & Curt were at the top of their silliness game. In fact, Curt was so silly that he left his vest at home and sent his brother to get it.
See that vest in the background? Ya, that wasn’t Curt’s.
YAY vest!!!
The dress, on the other hand, was there. Doing it’s thing.
As was the garter.
Flowergirl & flowers, check.
Curt had written, sung, and choreographed a song especially for Heather.
The videographers got down, too.
As did the flowergirl.
Cheese.
And then Heather & Curt fed Gnomie cake.
Heather was a bit more demure.
Bad Gnomie?
O yes, the boys all ran after the car and screamed “don’t leave me!”.
