Back when I was trying – in vain – to make myself a home on Twitter, I found a retweet that was so insanely hilarious, I had to follow the original tweeter. Tweetist. Whatever. That guy’s name was Doug. Over the several years that followed, Doug and I kept in infrequent contact, by Facebook and Twitter and I think maybe even briefly on Myspace(? It was a long time ago). He was living only a few miles from Wilmington at the time, but we never did meet up for a bourbon the way we’d always planned; instead, we sent each other hilarious emails and direct messages, making fun of our own dire dating lives and the world in general.
We don’t really catch up anymore; in fact, it’s probably been three years now. But his name came up in the strangest of ways, when an email came through our inquiry form saying that he had referred us for a Raleigh wedding. Well, that really isn’t all that strange; the strange part is that Nicole, the bride who Doug sent our way, knew him pretty much the same way I did – in the social media way. We surmised that Doug may not even be a real person, as we settled the details of her wedding photography.
So here goes a quick list of the reasons I quickly fell in love with Nicole, Sal, and their wedding plans. (1) Nicole is Portuguese. I’m Portuguese! OK, so I’m like second-generation Azorean-American through my dad’s side, and Nicole’s mom is actually FROM the Azores, and my style of Portuguese is the Hawaiian kind, which is, shall we say, a bit less sophisticated and romantic… but still. Portuguese! (2) Sal. Come on. How many guys do you know named Sal? Don’t you imagine that every guy named Sal is gonna have the best laugh in the world? His name, alone, made me want to know him. (3) Sal’s Filipino. I’m not Filipino, but I grew up in Central Maui, parts of which we lovingly referred to as Little Manila. I knew I’d feel very “at-home” with his family, having spent so much of my life deciphering the Filipino accent. And eating lumpia. (4) I thought there would be Filipino and maybe even Portuguese food at the wedding. Lumpia. Linguica. Pancit. I was wrong, but whatever – the food at their wedding was AMAZING. (It still would have been nice to get one single lumpia).
This is the kind of couple who, from the outside looking in (via Facebook and Instagram and such), you’d imagine would throw a wedding full of crafty details, personal touches, just overflowing with *stuff* to show off how clever and brilliantly earthy they are (they are, by the way. clever and brilliantly earthy). But instead, they actually relied on their personalities and the bigness (yes, I said bigness) of their friendships to “decorate” their wedding.
You have to admire that. It’s what I set out to do when Mike and I planned our own wedding, but in the end I lost all my self-confidence, and bulked it up with lots of decor and interesting things to fill up the space. When our personalities, and the 60 people there to celebrate us, were more than enough to fill the room.
Lessons. I always learn them too late, but hopefully someone out there is reading this and takes a few notes. You can fill an empty space with laughter, love, music, and dance way cheaper and more easily than you can with painted doilies, twinkle lights, mason jars, and chair covers. All the extra stuff doesn’t matter. Just make sure your guestlist is right.
Ceremony: The Stone Chapel
Reception and Catering: Caffe Luna
Coordination and Flowers: C & D Events
DJ: Anything Music
Video: Rick Badger
Photo Booth: Kelly Ewards Photography
Hair: Alter Ego (Jennifer)
Dress: Bellissima of Salisbury