TO THALIA HALL ON A SATURDAY NIGHT
We only went to one of these venues, but the first was too glitzy to pass up so I snapped a pic from the taxi. All the little lights! Old marquee signs like this just hum with excitement. Thalia Hall's exterior is more understated, but wait'll you see inside...
Even for a wedding more rock 'n roll than refined, the crowd gathered for this soiree looked incredible. Mad props to friends and loved ones of the happy couple; y'all looked good! We cleaned up nice and did our part. I threw a leather jacket over my gown (because how often do you get to do that?!), and paired it with glam waves and killer lace heels. M broke hearts in her vest and perfectly worn-in Varvatos kicks, plus a Liberty print-esque shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
How gorgeous is this stage situation?! This place was built in 1892, modeled after a Prague opera house and made into a mixed-use property with storefronts, housing and a public hall. It'd been shuttered (but thankfully preserved) since the 1960s, until it was polished up and reopened a little over a year ago and seems so far to be a truly wild success, including a Michelin-rated restaurant onsite. I'll show you the Tack Room in another post!
Son of a Gun
Son of a Gun played the music for the ceremony and whatnot. They did such a great job handling such a high pressure piece of the wedding!
The best part of the vows were the rings In lieu of traditional wedding party rigamarole, the nearest and dearest to the happy couple camped out in the luxe opera boxes on either side of the stage. When it was time for the rings, A Good Thrower from both the bride and groom's side tossed them onto the stage, officially making them each...A Good Catch.
No rings were dropped or fumbled in the making of these vows! It was one of those wonderful "of course they did" moments.
Here's their perfect first kiss (well, one of them — my camera tells me there were way more than one between them). I think more brides should wear lacy minidresses with pockets! When she plucked her vows out of one, everyone cracked up because that's our Dana! She and I met in the Smoky Mountains way back when, when a bunch of us did a nationwide mecca of sorts to Dollywood. Turns out bonds forged in the shadows of Rocky Top tend to be pretty unshakable!
There was a deejay, but only during the reception and for a little bit between dinner and the other bands. Look at this first dance!
Signature wedding cocktail: Space Juice for Jered
There was also a very righteous photo booth, and we ducked in there twice, because what's more fun than a goofy wedding photo booth!?
I feel like I remember doing a photo booth crawl back home in the Mission once, but it's very fuzzy and...wait, it's coming back to me now. I think we ended it at The Knockout, I'm pretty sure there was bingo happening, and the evidence is pretty damning. Quick, let's move on!
Tequila, grapefruit, lime, bitters, black pepper, sparkling wine, sage. PINK! SAGE! SKWEE!
Look, it is all kinds of ballsy to open bar with tequila at your wedding, but these cats did it and lived to tell the tale. Space Juice is delicious! I had to alternate water and cava to keep from being a hot mess at the end of the night, but we still ended up in all our finery grabbing slices around the corner from our hotel. (That is a photo for another day.) Bless it, as they say.
Bonus props to the guest(s) who brought this excellent handmade wrapping paper. It's purr-fect!
These guys were the best. All the bands were great but I super fell in love with The Bingers' "damaged surf rock/manic sweaty tangled mess of sex" music. Their whole vibe is excellent. They have a song called Cheetah High Heels, for crying out loud, and they made me take my shoes off so that I could, like, really really dance while they were playing. If you have the chance to see them play, you really ought to go. They're a good time.
M is having a good time. Now for a little break in the opera box before the dancing gets too out of hand.
DEAR KATE SPADE:
Now I love and adore Kate Spade and I think I'm up to three pairs of shoes from there now, but she has got to take notes from L.K. Bennett when it comes to making her shoes more wearable. Women these days (especially at these price points, for crying out loud) do not need to choose between gorgeous and comfortable. Don't make us! It's just rude!
They are very pretty, though.
You know what else is pretty? All these fine folks swaying around! They are feeling the next band.
This band carried us through the end of the night, playing a blend of their own danceable jams and a well-curated list of covers that had every wedding guest out on the dance floor having a good time. It was lovely! We left before they finished playing (there is no way we'd have been recovered enough for brunches with pals plus post-brunch drinks with the newlyweds as a final sendoff the next day, otherwise), but it was hard to tear ourselves away.
That's it for now! Happy Halloween, sweet readers! We're having a low-key night in with some friends and their totally megacute baby. Earlier this week I was present for his adoption finalization and so even though we had a celebratory breakfast at the diner across the street from the courthouse, it'll be good to unwind, watch him scoot around in his little "nerd" costume, and toast to the new dads and their dreamy little family.