I could not have been happier with our wedding, and wish that I could do it once a year.

We met through mutual friends when we were both spending the weekend on Long Island with them for Memorial Day. He had more energy than anyone I had ever met before. I thought he was incredibly handsome, and hoped he might think the same. When I was leaving he did not make any attempt to ask me for my number or if I wanted to see him again. I took it upon myself to give my business card to my friend to give to him. He reached out three days later.


Our first date was perfect. We went to Momofuku for dinner and once we started chatting we didn't want the night to end. We continued onto some beer in garden in the East Village until all hours of the night. Other men I dated in the past were almost always Italian, usually not very tall. Casey is the opposite of anyone that I ever dated in the past - tall, blond, and Norwegian.



I knew he was “the one” when he let me completely take over one entire closet in his apartment. Not just a drawer, but one whole huge New York City closet. As far as marriage, he had talked about it very casually before, as in; “Yes, we see this relationship going somewhere.” We had never talked about rings or any other detail. When he proposed we had been dating for two years and I was completely surprised.


When he proposed, we were in Buffalo at my family's lake house with a few close friends and family. Casey had been begging me all day to go for a walk on the beach, which I continued to refuse because it was so cold and windy. When I finally agreed, we got half-way down the beach, and he wanted to sit down and watch the sunset together. I thought he was being cheesy. Then I saw the lump in his pocket and blacked out. I remember the ring and that's it. I was like, I cannot wait to have this wedding, I am so excited, and it is going to be the most amazing day ever.


For our venue, I found this amazing hidden gem in downtown Buffalo called the 20th Century Club. We had our ceremony in the garden outside on the most perfect fall day in October, joined by two hundred of our closest friends and family. My dad walked me down the aisle to “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” played on a string quartet. The reception was in a stunning ballroom where everyone danced the night away.


The morning of our wedding, I invited as many people as possible to come to the bridal suite to have some drinks and pre-celebrate before we went to the venue. My wedding party consisted of my three sisters, one cousin, two best friends from New York, and three best friends I’ve had since I was five years old. I wanted everyone to be as comfortable as possible so picked navy blue as my color and let everyone do their own thing.



There was a moment when Casey and I were put up in chairs while all of our friends did the hora around us. My chair broke, I came tumbling down (thankfully into the arms of a friend) and the strap on my dress broke. Bridesmaids to the rescue, someone sewed me up in no time, and it was as good as new.


We had stations for dinner because we wanted to focus more on the party and less on the food. All of our favorite things were included, mac 'n cheese (because I am a child and still love to eat that on a weekly basis), Devils on Horseback (the best thing on the menu at Friedman's), a mashed potato bar, and a turkey and tenderloin carving station. And of course a very big bar.


The dancing was non-stop, the band was incredible. Everyone stayed until eleven pm (when we were kicked out) and then the party continued at a local bar just a few blocks away. We went to Bali for our honeymoon, and it was amazing, a once in a lifetime trip.


I could not have been happier with our wedding, and wish that I could do it once a year. Having all of your friends and family in the same place at the same time to celebrate you is just the most magical feeling. And all of it was made possible of course thanks to our parents. My mom who did most of the planning; she was my saving grace during the whole process.