I've known Meg since high school, when the two of us were in many advanced French class together. She did her homework and earned good grades, while I earned the nickname "La Bavarde." Loosely translated, it means the girl who won't shut up. We also sang and did plays together and eventually ran off to colleges in different states.
Years passed and eventually Meg met this really cool guy named Stacy. They got married on Saturday and I was there, camera in hand. The whole set can be found here.
Meg got married at the church where we all went growing up. It was a great ceremony, especially when her brothers walked her down the aisle.
Here's where the picture-perfectness starts. It took me a while to figure out the lighting in the church. New, fancy cameras can be tricky that way.
Here are two more high school friends, Liz and Lauren. Liz teaches Spanish up in Boston. Lauren splits her time as a journalist between Cairo and Baghdad. I kid you not.
No wedding is complete without a bagpiper.
I had a few hours to kill between the church and the reception, so I went home to get Le Doug and I fixed my make up. (It was 90 degrees outside.) Yes, I am wearing clothing in the pic.
Three old skool, Brien McMahon High School ladies.
The reception was on the water, at sunset...
...complete with cool, marine-themed centerpieces.
...and sand dollar placecards!
Why have a weeding cake when you can have wedding cupcakes?
For their first dance Stacy and Meg did this awesome, choreographed number to "It Had To Be You."
It was adorable.
Eventually everyone got up to dance. I should mention that half the state of Michigan was there, and when the DJ played the Michigan State fight song, they all got up and cheered...
...and then started a congo line.
Here are Christine and Liz
Shoes and dancing don't always go together.
Speaking of dancing, here is Lauren and I.
Liz and one of Meg's friends
The bride and Le Doug tear it up.
Yeah! Journey!
No one is quite sure what this shot is.
Despite all this rug-cutting, the wedding hairdos held up. Go Aqua Net!
Give me pouty...
This little guy was all wedding'd out.
Bridal fleurs.
The fellas love Liz!
"Piano Man" by Billy Joel was the last song of the evening. Unprompted, everyone made this huge circle and started singing along.
Left side of the room:
It was sweet. Then random people started shouting, "Miracle! Miracle!" I thought they wanted another song. But no. Then this guy came out and started doing one-armed push-ups while everyone counted and cheered. I can't explain it. It must be a Michigan thing.
Le Doug and I call it a night.
Good times, good times.
Mozart loved the sand dollar I brought home.
You know, I think these kids are gonna make it.
