A few weeks ago, Hurricane Irene came up to visit us here in the Northeast, and she didn’t take into account the fact that there were lovely weddings planned for that weekend! How dare she. And so, I have this story to tell you, and it is one to remember!
Cynthia and Patrick flew all the way from my hometown of Los Angeles for their wedding, only to be completely foiled by the weather. The morning of the wedding, I got a tearful call from the bride: the caterer had canceled (something about how they can’t work when Massachusetts declares a state of emergency), and then the venue pulled out as well because they only work with the one caterer. That I do not understand at all (couldn’t they have bent the rules just this once? It could have been bring-your-own food, even, and it would have still worked!). It was barely raining out and just a bit windy, hardly a hurricane. Boston got very lucky and was barely touched!
Yet, we were without a venue or a caterer, and the DJ and planner were connected to the venue, so as far as vendors went, it was me, and the cake. That was all we had to go on.
Cynthia handled everything with such grace, I was truly impressed. She made the decision to go ahead with the wedding, even though it was not going to be at all like she and Patrick had planned, and had the sunniest attitude on the gloomiest day of the summer. In only a few short hours, family and friends pitched in to relocate the event to a cousin’s bar in Quincy. It was so touching to see everyone band together to pull it off for this amazing couple.
Cynthia prepared at a nearby motel and managed to laugh at the turn of events.
Cynthia gifted her bridesmaids the most adorable matching kimonos, so we had to get a shot of them all together:
While the ladies got ready, friends and family were simultaneously prepping The Commonwealth Restaurant and Lounge for the ceremony and reception. Now, it may not be what the bride and groom planned or wanted, but getting married in a night club is pretty amazing, and SUCH a good story:
The hurricane pretty much passed Boston by, though there were a fair amount of trees down, including one in front of The Commonwealth:
And in the end, it truly doesn’t matter where you get married, because hey! You’re getting MARRIED! Cynthia and Patrick’s ceremony was absolutely lovely. I’ve never before heard a bride say that she hopes to rock her husband like a hurricane in her vows, and I will probably never hear it again!
After all the drama of putting the wedding together in four hours, we made sure we had plenty of time for Cynthia and Patrick to relax and get some portraits made to remember this day. Luckily, The Commonwealth is full of interesting areas to shoot in!
As unconventional as the circumstances were, the program for the evening progressed as usual, going from portraits to dances to speeches and cake and all. It was so great to see Cynthia and Patrick have a fabulous time, after all the day threw at them.
And when it was time to boogie, boogie we did!
All in all, this wedding was a good lesson in planning, and how sometimes it just doesn’t go as planned, and going with the flow, and all that good stuff. I had such a wonderful time with Cynthia and Patrick and their friends and family – everyone was so amazingly sweet and happy and glad to be there. And boy does everyone have a good story to tell!
See more of Cynthia and Patrick’s hurricane wedding here: http://www.juliesterlingphoto.com/Cynthia_PatrickSlideshow/index.html
The song is Florence and the Machine’s “Hurricane Drunk” because even though the lyrics aren’t totally appropriate, I couldn’t help myself …