Tuesday, August 2, 2011

The year of the wedding: Beaverton (Ponzi Vineyards) edition

Taylor and I hadn't been to a wedding for weeks, so we were pretty pumped to get dolled up for the Lackey-Folske celebration at Ponzi Vineyards last Saturday.

Grant is one of Taylor's best buds and also one of his bosses. He spends more time with Grant than he does with me (especially during tax season), so it's safe to say he knows a lot about the groom. Away from the office, Taylor runs, rides, and takes an occasional dip in the pool with the guy, as Grant is an accomplished triathlete.

Other than the mutual friends Taylor and I shared before meeting, Grant and Monika were the first couple Taylor couldn't wait to introduce me to. I will never forget the night I met them because it was the same day I sliced open my thumb with a knife and had to be rushed to the emergency room. I was forced to keep my bandaged hand elevated...as we sat outside at a restaurant...getting to know each other...for the first time. Talk about embarrassing. I looked like I was flagging down the waitress the whole time, but we just had to meet them that night. (I'm not sure Taylor's friends really believed he was dating someone.)

Monika and I have grown close over the months, and I'm glad we can call them friends. Cheers to Team Folske! 

Monika's bridesmaids wore dresses of their choice in different hues of blue. Super cute.

Grant's best man was his twin brother. Another set of twins served as groomsmen.

Standard "Taylor and Kate at a wedding" shot.

I see you!

Beautiful setup.

Taylor and his other girlfriend, Ali. Ali is Taylor's buddy's daughter. Get ready for a series of "awww"-worthy photos.







I think Grant thanked each and every guest individually...even Taylor got a personal shout-out. What what!

Their first dance...


I'll just go ahead and say what you're thinking...my camera sucks. I know. I need a new one. Desperately.

1 comment:

Loosy said...

You're family is beautiful and can I please have your dresses. For reals. When, ahmen, I mean if I ever get my body back can I please come raid your closet? PUH-LEASE?!?!?! PLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEASE????

Think about it.