God knows where she got the idea.
It could have been a case of matrimonial dementia. Maybe a madness triggered by long hours of high-stakes toddler-tending and potty training.
Whatever its origin, it proved to be an episode of insanity whose symptoms included both bloggerly excess and bridal distress.
It took the form of something my friend Tori termed the “Very Bloggy Wedding,” destined to revolutionize the worlds of wedding planning and WordPress applications alike.
(Both blogger and bride-to-be, beware.)
So, it was that Tori asked readers of “The Ramblings” to plan her upcoming nuptials, selecting via weekly vote everything from bridemaids’ dresses to bouquets and launching both the traditions of reception ribbon walls and cowboy boot center-pieces.
And so it was, as well, that I, a virtual stranger, was designated the unlikely Very Bloggy Wedding correspondent and asked to report to Tori’s readers the Very Bloggy events I witnessed– to assure them their selections had mattered when it came to the actual unfolding of ceremony and reception, alike.
Today, then, I am here to fulfill a promise–to offer a report.
In short, it was bridal brilliance, a WordPress wedding at its very best. It was bloggerly boldness here-to-fore unseen and nuptial inventiveness unprecedented in the admittedly short-lived history of Very Bloggy Weddings.
Without further adieu, I offer you a photo-journal of the Very Bloggy events as they unfolded on a downtown Nashville rooftop on a stunningly sunny April evening.
With the car parked and wedding gift in-hand, my partner Sara and I set off to find the roof-top venue.
The street scene outside the wedding location was alive with cowboys and country music.
Was this really right location?
When we entered the building, we were keyed up to the roof-top in a private elevator, and when the doors opened, were immediately greeted with hugs by Tori’s mom Vicki, near the now-famous ribbon wall.
We met groom Tom and Tori’s son Thomas before the wedding.
Thomas got high on old-fashioned, rock candy before the wedding even began.
I socialized with Tori’s mom and aunts before the ceremony started.
Finally, we were seated, and the Very Bloggy Wedding got under way.
Tori and Tom wrote their own vows, and tears were shed as they were read.
The minister presented the newly weds to assembled friends and family, having forgotten “You-may-kiss-the-bride,” which had to be tacked on afterward.
In the receiving line, I met the Very Bloggy bride for the first time.
The reception immediately followed the ceremony with food, family, and dancing.
Tori’s cousins sat with Sara and me–across from the cowboy boot bouquet.
Eventually, the Very Bloggy dancing got under way.
Bride and groom cut the red velvet wedding cake that readers of “The Ramblings” selected.
The Very Bloggy family–
At reception’s end, Tori, her mom, and I got to talking with seeming seriousness.
But knowing Tori, I knew we’d be laughing again within minutes.
Then, as the evening ended and the sun was setting, Tori looked out over the city skyline with son Thomas.
Tori had to be wondering what the future holds for her newly official family–who her son would grow to be, how she’s amazed by the grace that love bestows.
As we left the event that evening, my partner Sara and I fantasized about the day we, too, could legally wed, either in Tennessee, where Tori and Tom had, or in the state next door where Sara and I now live.
But in the meantime, we had arrived at the wedding that night as virtual strangers and left only hours later with a reinvented form of friendship, one born of the community built around blogging and the best social media has to offer–a friendship not just with Tori and Tom, but with their extended family, as well. (Heck, Tori’s aunt Traci invited us to her daughter’s wedding in Atlanta next month.)
It’s a weirdly wonderful, Very Bloggy world me now inhabit.
(If you, too, need a highly trained, Very Bloggy Wedding correspondent to crash your catered event, I’m available–not to mention free–except for the low, low cost of peanut butter and jelly, finger sandwiches, of course.)
Sorry my Very Bloggy Wedding duties took me away from your blogs this weekend. I should be back to regular reading today.
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