We’re continuing to revisit stories of Meg’s wedding in 2009, and today we’ve arrived at one of most fun: cake, Champagne, and dancing. When Meg got married in 2009, she somewhat unsurprisingly redecorated her own cake in the middle of her reception, and also led a group of friends in the Electric Side to Dolly Parton’s 9 to 5. That’s because making things better and telling people to dance is always on-brand for Meg. Here’s what she had to say about it ten years ago:
Our Reception, or, a Really Great Party
This was originally published here in October 2009.
I haven’t been able to get my arms around what to say about our reception. All I can really say is that in the middle of eating my lunch, I put down my knife and fork and looked around at these long tables full of people happily chattering, thought for a minute and said with a note of wonder in my voice, “This is a really fun wedding.” There was a pause. And then everyone cracked up.
Other than that I can tell you about doing the electric slide with 10 girls to Dolly Parton’s 9-5 (if I don’t get to do the Electric Slide, it’s not a damn party), or how I enlisted help to redecorate our wedding cake in the middle of the reception. It had arrived with orange dahlias on it, and I think you’ll agree it looked much better when we were done.
And here we are cutting it with my grandfather’s Marine Corps Saber. Which was badass, but mostly it was actually really sentimental. In a good way, in an it-felt-like-he-came-to-the-party way, not in a weepy way. Because I don’t think he would have wanted me to get weepy on our wedding day. But mostly, I don’t know what to say other than it was a damn good party. Our amazing friends gave us one of the best gifts of the wedding: the Polaroid pictures they took. And no, this is not some b*llshit styled ass wedding-as-photoshoot picture. Our friends are just fantastic, and this was where they had the Polaroids spread out. I never saw it, but I love the picture.
And then we danced and danced and danced.
Ten years later, there won’t be cake at all. They’ve ordered blackberry pies, to match the blackberry cobbler they had last time. And they won’t be cutting pie with Meg’s grandfather’s saber—it just really is too much knife to fit in the tin—but they’ll be sabering Champagne bottles. Maybe this time it will feel like Meg’s dad is in the room with her grandfather.
Instead of leading a group in a line dance (or very likely, in addition to leading the group in a line dance) Meg will lead everyone in a leap into the pool, which will be filled with MINNIDIP floaties. It will, undoubtedly, be very fun. And hopefully silly, and joyful, wonderful, and maybe a little weepy. Just like any good party should be.
