The next day, the McGregor/Daly clans decended upon Casa Malevo for a family dinner and indulged in equal parts delish Argentinian steak and crying. Oh and vodka. Lots and lots of vodka.
Saturday began with a bang, that is a loud banging in my head from all that vodka. But luckily we had Eamon, Kay, my Mom, Aunt Kathy, Natalie, Charlotte and Karly on hand to help us get this wedding party started! They came early at the crack of dawn to turn a rubbish old hall into a fabulous and magically eclectic reception venue. My grandpa always used the phrase 'homegrown' which became my mantra throughout the wedding process and we definitely retained that lovely feeling! Meanwhile guests assembled atop Parliament Hill where they were greeted by gigantic balloons with our names on them and Stephen's brothers doling out prosecco from wheelbarrows.
As the clock struck 2PM Stephen and I popped out of the woods to the sound of a trumpet reverie and met my brother Eamon and parents at the top where Eamon then performed the ceremony for us. This was all made a bit more nerve wracking as the park superintendent had told us that under no circumstances were we to bring a brass band with us. Ooooooops :) Eamon was an absolutely brilliant officiant and we sealed it with a kiss before the rogue brass band paraded all 130 guests down the hill to our hall. The dress code all weekend was to "look cool" and EVERYONE did. Feathers on hats fluttering, gigantic balloons bobbing in the wind, prosecco twinkling and so, so many smiles! I'll never forget the waves, the cheers and the little kids racing across fields to meet our happy parade all along the way!
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