We just wanted to be surrounded by people we love, share our vows, and have a kick-ass party.
The weather was perfect late summer air, and it was the harvest moon.
I always knew I wanted to have a green wedding, full of plants and with nature.
Our first date lasted eight hours.
We spent three weeks making out in a basement in college and went our separate ways.
Our first date was at a cocktail bar called Jaybird.
After having been together for seven months and just two days shy of my thirtieth birthday, he proposed.
After about a week, he told me that he was going to marry me.
We were kicked out of the venue at two am, but kept the party going at a studio nearby until five.
Days before the actual wedding, we had a picnic for our guests with paella and local basque cake and drank countless bottles of rose.
I wrote my vows, while Troy insisted on winging it. He stood up across from me and just said what was on his heart in that moment.
Our DJ, no joke, was named DJ Low Budget—but he was fabulous. We danced until he had to leave, and then we hit the town.