We headed to Charleston last Saturday for the beautiful southern wedding of Jess and Ryan. We did Jess's bridals back in March, I blogged about it here and you can also check them out on the Windy Peak blog here. Their wedding was at the Mills House hotel - a typical southern Charleston boutique hotel. The weather was beautiful, although 90+ degrees, and although it was only an 8 minute ceremony, we still managed to become drenched in sweat by the time we went inside for the reception.
Love my Courtney!!!
Court + Kal
I took a few pictures with our 'real' camera and I'll post those soon. These were with my I'm-a-guest-not-the-photographer-point-and-shoot camera. :)
On our way home from Charleston we stopped at South of the Border for some good 'ol tacky fun. It was actually my first time stopping - although I've seen the 92837 billboards down 95 my whole life, I've never actually stopped to check it out. It was...interesting.
Please enjoy Aus' little photoshoot...
We got some ah.maze.ing. fireworks for our mini firework show in our cul-de-sac on the 4th. Since we weren't able to celebrate on SML with the ginormous firework show they put on - we had to bring the firework show to us.
Chris, Kristin and their little dog Chance came over to grill + have some beverages + enjoy Aus' (who is a total pyro) show. Molly and Chance loved each other and played the whole time - Chance is a vizsla which is a similar breed to Molly.
This pictures does nooo justice to these fireworks! For real, best homemade fireworks I've ever seen. They went a good 200 feet up in the air and burst a huge circle the size of our cul-de-sac. The man who sold them to us said, "get these. maximum gun power allowed by law." We were sold.
Molly, on the other hand, did NOT love the fireworks. Austin and Chris set off bottle rockets in the backyard, those that make that super loud screaming noise and are pretty much pointless. Molly hid in the bathroom for hours, would not come out, wouldn't eat a treat, tail ducked and ears back. :( So sad!!! Once she finally came out she curled up on my lap and wouldn't leave my side. She even bought herself a night in the bed (yes, you heard that right) because we felt so bad leaving her alone. Poor little brown dog - note to self: no fireworks for Molly next year!