After multiple wine tastings, envelope and gift bag stuffing parties, and some friend and family drama, we all headed down to Los Gatos to watch Whitney and Ted get married.
Whitney and Ted chose a beautiful property in the Santa Cruz mountains called Nestldown. Our friend Les was the officiant, and he was adorably nervous prior to the ceremony (but trying not to show it). I watched him and Ted skip over the bridge, Wizard-of-Oz-style, on the way to the altar.
The whole time we were waiting for the bridal party to descend down the stairway, I watched Ted; he looked giddy and nervous. And when Whitney appeared at the bottom of the path, they both started smiling uncontrollably at each other. It was the sweetest thing.
Despite one small snafu with the rings, Les performed perfectly. Afterwards, the guests headed to cocktail hour. We had all been helping with the wine selection, but I made a beeline towards the beer line, because of this:
Mmm, delicious, delicious malts.
After dinner, Ted and Whitney took the floor. They had been taking swing dance lessons for the last few months, and choreographed something special for their first dance. Ted looked like he was concentrating so hard that he might blow a blood vessel. For some reason, that made me tear up a little.
I attempted to dance with Whit, Jay, and Les. Most of those were fails. I made friends with the photobooth guy. I played with Tevis' and Katrina's 10-week-old son. We were all convinced that the night was lasting forever, even though it was only 9:30 pm. Good times. Congratulations, Ted and Whitney.