I love weddings, especially now that I've turned 21. As a child, weddings felt like obligations and places wheres I had to wear a starch-y dress and wait 300+ hours for a slice of cake that was too thin and tasted too much like almonds. (Note: I also now love almond cake. Things change.)
Now that I'm a sort-of grown-up, weddings are beautiful excuses to wear fancy clothes and drink and eat all while dancing to Uptown Funk with your friends and family. This past weekend, I was fortunate enough to witness two of my close friends tie the knot, drinking champagne and shouting "congratulations" throughout the merry day.
Food and drink are integral parts of weddings in every culture. In America, we've decided that cake and something bubbly (champagne, cava, prosecco), are pretty much wedding necessities. I am very okay with this. And though I've been to my fair share of weddings, it wasn't until Corinne and Austin's wedding that I really got the full blown wedding experience. It was my first time as a bridesmaid, and my first time drinking champagne before 9am (in like, a year).
The ceremony started at 10am, which then led to a day-long reception. By the end the night, I was 80% prosecco, 15% tequila, and a measly 5% water. Here is a general map of the whole affair, time-stamped by (mostly) my consumption of prosecco.
8:15 am - First glass of prosecco. We begin with the La Marca prosecco from the Veneto region of Italy. Made primarily from glera grapes, it is very light and peach-y, and tastes like wrapping yourself in a silk bathrobe after taking very sensual shower. Smooth and comforting, but with an air of sexual femininity.
Anyway. The morning begins as we all make our way over to the Lepe's house. We drink the prosecco mimosa-style, adding some class to our morning cocktail (though I wouldn't be above doing without the OJ), all while doing our hair and make-up in Corinne's bathroom. It is the same bathroom we once used to brush our teeth during high school sleepovers, where we changed bathing suits after a day at the pool, which was very nostalgic and sweet. The bubbles and excitement run through our veins and we help one another into the charcoal colored dresses, chiffon cascading down our flash-tattoed backs. When Corinne comes down the stairs in her AMAZING BREATHTAKING $SG$%(($ DRESS, I down my mimosa and cry.
11:16 am - Second glass of prosecco, sip of bourbon. Corinne and Austin are married!!!! Fuck yeah!!!!! Let's pop bottles in the party bus and cheers to how gorgeous they look!!!! As we ride the bus over to the reception, we all toast to the freshly hitched couple and gyrated to Jay-Z. Courtesy of the best man, a silver flask makes its way around the impressively-dressed group. Again, we drink the La Marca. As for the brand of bourbon, it remains a mystery.
11:39 am - First glass of champagne. We arrive at the reception, a restaurant called Passion Fish that's decorated with floor-to-ceiling windows and dangly lights and filled to the brim with oysters (!!!!!!!). As the rain makes its last little driblets, we stand outside next to a small table filled with glasses of Champagne. Each person takes a glass and we steal a few sips as a deep-voice man announces the wedding party. (Later I find out that this is the Veuve Clicquot Yellow Label, a very delicious champagne that looks like straw and tastes like cherries and cream biscuits.) Corinne and Austin dance and I cry some more.
12:00 pm - Third glass of prosecco. I go to find my parents and my date/best friend, Alex. They are all on their 2nd/3rd/4th glasses of the bubbly, as Mom and Dad insisted on a pregame before the Catholic ceremony. I eat something for the first time in what feels like days and promptly spill chorizo juice all down my bodice. I find another glass of prosecco so that I don't freak out, as well as a cup of club soda to remove the damage. It works and I eat an oyster while wearing a bib.
This time, and for the rest of the afternoon, it's the Maschio Prosecco Brut, coming from the hills of Trevisio. It's frothy, tasting like an effervescent olive oil orange cake (no frosting). Very citrus-y with the aftertaste of fancy almonds. I could drink it all day, and I do.
12:47 pm - Fourth glass of prosecco. I am starting to "feel it" and have also reunited with my best friends from the good ol' days of basement sneakouts and As Told by Ginger. We talk about our favorite history teachers and how great we all look, and then reminisce on the illegal drinking days of yore.
2:32 pm - Fifth glass of prosecco. I've now added sushi and water to my system and am feeling less like a Pokemon character. Corinne's sisters and Austin's brother give their speeches and then "I've Had the Time of my Life" starts to play and everyone gets emotional.
3:25 pm - Sixth glass of prosecco. The almond-y prosecco pairs perfectly with the almond-y, vanilla-y cake. I throw etiquette to the wind and eat a second piece. (Considering it a sponge for the massive amounts of bubbly booze.)
Post 4pm - The reception "officially" ends, so we head over to Tavern 64 for drinks and more socialization. I stop keeping track of my drinks, except for the first one, where I go balls to the walls, and select a cocktail with reposado tequila, carpano antica, aperol, cardamom & clove syrup, and charred sugar cane. After this my starts to say "okay, maybe start to take it easy" and I stick with sparkling water and a few sips of other people's wine.
In that last four hours we explore new rituals, helping Corinne out of her wedding dress and into something just as white but far more comfortable. I talk to strangers and share stories with drunk aunts. At the end of the evening, Alex and I take an uber home, where we watch Amy Poehler movies and eat stuffed crust pizza on the couch. After a tipsy rendition of Teen Girl Squad, we climb into the queen bed of my high school room and fall asleep the the leftover hum of a Catholic organ.
Photo credit: Sarah Kodres-O'Brien