Wedding Crashing

Over the last few weekends, my fiance and I have wedding crashed - twice. Now before anyone likens us to Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson, let me tell our story. We're getting married next Spring and have been trying to decide on band vs. deejay and two of the bands on our consideration set invited us to check them out at weddings where they were preforming. Now I don't know if this is frowned upon or acceptable, but regardless, we decided this is the only way we would be able to hear them. So we decided to go. We joked about the fake names we would assume and how funny this would be (we were actually kind of excited!)

For the first wedding we dressed in cocktail attire, hopped in the car and headed to a park in the suburbs of Chicago for our first wedding crashing experience. We arrived at the wedding where we saw a huge tent set up outside. The dance floor was packed, the music was blasting and we were TERRIFIED. Our conversation went like this:

Me: There's no way in hell I'm going in there

yt: Why did we think this was a good idea?

Me: There's no way in hell I'm going in there

yt: I think we can hear the band pretty well from the car in the parking lot. Lets just roll down the windows and sit here for a bit and listen

We sat in the car listening for about 45 minutes and then left... And that was our first wedding crashing experience. Lame.

We got a little further during our second attempt. We actually made it into the hotel, but after taking one lap around the room and feeling incredibly awkward, we decided to stand at the door of the ballroom and watch from afar.

We decided to go with a deejay (neither of the bands really stood out to us), but I'm happy I have this story to tell.

“What do you like better, Christmas or wedding season?”

“Yes, um, the answer would be wedding season.”