After it all, planning, setup, getting ready, the ceremony, dinner, speeches, it was finally dance time.
What is there to say about the dance time? It was AWESOME. We danced right up to the end and just thoroughly enjoyed it. It was dance music pretty much the whole time. The only slow dance (not the singular) was near the end when the celebration was winding up.
The DJs were great and kept the party going. They danced, played limbo and who knows what else. I wish I could remember every detail, but unfortunately I was having too much fun to notice it all.
Not even on the dance floor, and still dancing away :-)
There was only one interruption to dancing and that was to cut the cake. This is the infamous cake we got at Baskin Robbins on Thursday. We put on our ponchos and suddenly everyone was paying attention. I guess putting on funny looking poncho grabs people, or maybe it was because they knew something ridiculous was going to happen. We cut the cake, or attempted to, which was rather difficult since the cake was still pretty frozen. After finally breaking off a piece of cake, the fun times began. We smash cake all over each other's faces and had lovely blue faces for pictures. I wouldn't trade that experience for the world.
Kerri got one of the best pictures of the cake smashing aftermath - don't worry, I got more cake on Kevin's face after this picture was taken
P.S. the ponchos worked great and our outfits stayed perfectly clean. :-)
I can only hope we can continue to dance for the rest of our lives. Dancing in the car, the living room, anywhere that good dance music begins, we will bust out our incredible white people dance skills. :-)
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