Lindsey + David
Both of us spent a large part of our youth at a Jew Camp in the Poconos — although we weren’t romantically involved, sparks definitely flew. We re-connected a decade later in New York City through the Brooklyn-hipster-loft-party circuit circa 2006. I could tell he wanted to get to know me more, but I wasn’t really feeling it. Four years later, I saw him at the Jane Hotel, and he finally got my under my skin. I can't explain what happened next as anything other than ‘that feeling'. I got his number from my friend and texted him something flirty.
Our first real date was a bit of a dorky indie rom-com (Nick & Nora meets High Fidelity perhaps?). We had a lovely dinner in the East Village, followed by a cab ride to Terminal 5 where his client Wild Nothing was opening for Massive Attack, then back to Mercury Lounge to see a Yeah Yeah Yeahs show.
Four years into our relationship he took me to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden, where his parents were married years ago. Pretending to accidentally come upon a willow tree, we (illegally) stepped over the barriers and walked underneath the branches. Then he got on one knee and proposed. I believe my immediate reaction was "Are you fucking kidding me?" Afterwards we slow danced to Fleetwood Mac's "Never Going Back Again".
The wedding was in Tulum, Mexico in a protected biosphere. There are no hotels or homes nearby. We had to bring in generators, lighting, furniture, build a kitchen on site, bring water tanks, bathroom trailers, etc. It was quite a production. The entire day leading up to the ceremony was gorgeous. Clear skies, cool breeze and crystal blue water. We finished taking our sunny beach family photos, and as we headed over to the ceremony, it started pouring. A monsoon. Usually the rain only lasts a few minutes in Tulum, so we thought to wait it out. But it didn’t stop. And instead of running for cover, a huge dance party broke out, and we said "fuck it, let’s get married!”. Our Rabbi was an epic trooper and conducted the ceremony in the middle of an insane downpour with only the highest of vibes. Our friends and family crowded tightly around us with umbrellas, wearing trash bags as ponchos, screaming, howling and cheering for us on the top of their lungs. We were completely surrounded and I loved every second of it. After the ceremony everyone dashed back in shuttle vans to to dry off at their hotel. Then the rain finally stopped, and it turned out to be the most gorgeous night with shooting stars galore. Around 4am we built a bonfire on the beach, and the thirty of us that were left stayed to watch the sunrise and go swimming.