It’s tricky to find the words to adequately capture Wes and Tina’s wedding in Palm Springs over Memorial Day weekend. Tina is an unofficial big sister/life adviser/career coach to me (and to so many others). She embodies true grit and is endlessly savvy — she loves fiercely and boy, does she have a way with words. (Perhaps that is what has triggered this sudden case of writers’ block?)
The celebratory weekend kicked off with an unforgettable rehearsal dinner. I want to watch all of the Oscar-worthy toasts over again. (No one even used notes! No one!) However, the real kicker was when, in a feat that I had yet to witness at a wedding, the bride and groom individually toasted each other in the most beautiful, thoughtful way. I’m getting real misty-eyed all over again just thinking about it.
The wedding day was no-nonsense and relaxed, just like Wes and Tina. We brunched and lounged by the pool and then meandered out of our hotel rooms to a magical setting for the ceremony. Tina looked like something out of a Frida Kahlo-esque fantasy coming down the aisle; it was hard to find a dry eye in the crowd. There was a dreamy dinner under the stars after which the bride changed into white retro Nike high tops and we all witnessed/participated in a dance party that rivaled the club scene in Save the Last Dance (a middle school fantasy of mine.) At one point, Tina gathered the skirt of her dress up around her waist and belted it with a borrowed leather belt from a fellow reveler. (Shout out to Joe!) As it turns out, bustles are completely unnecessary.