Obviously, by hot, I don’t just mean in a sexy or beautiful kind-of-way (which this wedding was), I literally mean it was HOT. Like well over 100 degrees at times, I bet. I was absolutely baking, but I didn’t utter a word of complaint because I was just in black pants and a short sleeve shirt. The guys were in full black suits. And they were tough sons-a-bitches, let me tell you. They were hardcore, with just a few cocktails and cups of water, we ran all over that golf course without a single protest.
This was a wedding full of hot, hot, heat and hot, hot, love. Lisa and Kasey are completely into each other, and their wedding was a breeze. Now, normally I would go on and on about how great they were and fun, and they were, but I have something much more important to discuss now: the art of the rowdy reception.
Many receptions are more tame, even formal. Lisa and Kasey’s was formal and structured in the beginning, but… holy crap. When all the official events of the reception were over and the older guests started to leave and the drinks began to flow, their crew got rowdy. And there is nothing more entertaining for a wedding photographer to shoot than a rowdy, fun reception.
This generation of brides and grooms has already set a new standard for wedding fun. We hang out ’til the end (no early leaving to the hotel room), and we almost always dance our butts off. But as a professional photographer, I’m sincerely asking all of our future brides and grooms: find your inner rowdy. Trust me. It makes it better.
Kasey did push the envelope a bit: after one successful break-dance/gymnastics/walk-on hands dance-thingy, he then decided he could do it even BETTER and tried again. And as his newly minted wife looked on in horror, Kasey proceeded to practically break his back from a “slight” over-balancing whilst upside down. But he sprang to his feet and kissed his wife, who still looked furious and scared. But, good old Kasey, he had her right out dancing within moments. I’m pretty sure he was sore the next day though… from the fall, I mean. Sheeeeesh, people.