Weddings are for partying.

I learned this much at my first wedding reception. I was 6, and a flower girl in my cousin's bridal party. It was 1996, and I heard songs like Macarena and Hootie & the Blowfish's Only Wanna Be With You for the first time. I danced for hours in my pink floor-length dress, emerging sweaty and exuberant at the end of the night.

"I love weddings!" I screamed at my parents as they put me to bed.


Weddings are also an escape from reality, a few fairy-tale hours. As an anxious child, I loved to