The day of the wedding came. Tommy and I had our car up in Flagstaff, and assumed we would just drive ourselves to the wedding. Except, we were going to go take pictures downtown with our OneLove friends, and downtown parking in Flagstaff is pretty much insanity.
So...I asked Heather and Jon if we could just get a ride with them - we were all going to the same place anyway.
Shameless? Perhaps. At the time I didn't think I sounded rude...but looking back, it was probably inappropriate for us to barge in on their space. But they were real sweeties about it, and drove us to our wedding in the back of their rented Prius.
Fast forward a few incredible hours...when then the end of the night came. Our family and friends called their taxis and arranged their rides - I just kept dancing...and Tommy? Well, Tommy's a super "go with the flow" kinda guy, so basically the two of us just didn't think about it. Except, we didn't call ourselves a taxi... and then the taxis were full - and even our family's vehicles were full of guests. Ha! Nobody had room for US!!
Our bad for poor planning. Except, we still weren't worried. It would work out.
(yea - I danced the hell outta my hair do!)
And it did. One of my best friends came to the rescue. She and her boyfriend flew out to our wedding from San Francisco...they are a couple of my favorite people in the world...and it was straight BLISS to share that ride home with them. Not going to lie, it was fun to have them gush about how amazing they thought our wedding was :-)
Plus we saw deer in the woods...which is always magical.