The wedding was held in York, the ye olde one in England, not to be confused with the new one in the USA. For those of us who are geographically challenged, York is in the north of England, equidistant from London (south) and Edinburgh (north) in Scotland.

We got to York around noon time after a 2 hour train journey from King's Cross station in London. The most famous thing in York is The Minster (York Minster). We dropped our stuff off at the hotel and went to find The Minster. That was easy, because it's freaking huge.

(For all you stalkers out there, the tiny man in the lower right corner is The Boyfriend.)

Here, The Boyfriend is pointing out where The Minster is exactly on a tiny relief of the City of York.

We were going to go try to walk to the top of the tower through the inside of the church but it was going to cost more pounds than we wanted to spend so instead we did some more walking around.

The city of york is SUPER old. So old that the main part of the city is enclosed by a wall around the circumference. You can enter the main part of the city through arches that sport really cool medieval towers like this.

We wanted to take a walk on top of the city walls (which you can) but right when we were about to do that, it started pouring. We took refuge in a tea parlor and had some soup, tea and biscuits. And then made our way to the "rehearsal dinner" which wasn't quite a rehearsal dinner, but more of a thank you dinner from the bride's parents to all the people in the wedding. I got to go as the girlfriend of the best man. Free food for me!

Before the dinner there was a little meeting where jobs for the next day's plethora of events were handed out to the groomsmen. Also, the bride and groom gave gifts to the groomsmen and the bridesmaids as a token of their appreciation of their help.

The wedding favors for the guests (and place cards) were handmade paper roses that had individual names written tags that were tied around the stems. All of them happened to be set out on the table in the room where the meeting was being held. They were so great! The next day, they ended up being place one by one on each place setting on the tables in the reception. I was really impressed with the high level of craftiness. The groom told tales of woe about making them, and how much paste got on their fingers and how each rose took at least 30 minutes to an hour.

I'm excited that I was able to transport our two roses over from UK safely. (Wrapped in my knitting!) They are now sticking out of my pens on my desk at home. We got a dusty rose one and a silver one.


After the dinner we obviously went out to a pub (alcoholism is just a standard state of existence for Brits) and met up with all the other guests who had been trickling into town all day. Since our rooms had been booked as a group, the entire group left the pub and went back to the hotel together. Our hotel was practically someone's house. It was a really cute little place with an AWESOME full English Breakfast served every morning.

The next day was the wedding. The ceremony was at this quaint and TINY local chapel where I think the priest knew the bride's family really well. The best part about the ceremony? IT WAS SHORT. Amen for that. (Less awkward feelings from me listening to all the religious stuff.) And then everyone walked to the bride's family's house for everything else. So nice to have everything so local and homegrown.

Did you know that sometimes the reception is called the "wedding breakfast" in the UK? They so crazy.


Apparently the mother of the groom made the cake. Impressive baking skillz! It was so beautiful.

During the cocktail hour we hunted for chocolate eggs that they had hidden all over their amazing garden. I found a lot. Because I love finding things. It must be that researcher in me. Just can't help myself whether it be a hunt for Lindt chocolate eggs or the cure for vascular diseases.


The food was pretty good, but the company was better. My boyfriend's childhood friends are a really great bunch. I had a great time, even though I didn't get to sit with my boyfriend (he sat at the head table). He made it through his Best Man Speech (which he had been fretting about for literally, MONTHS). Everyone loved it and made a point to walk up to him to compliment him on it, so I think he felt really good about the whole thing. The evening was made complete with an amazing dancing session DJed by one of my boyfriend's really good friends. How nice not to have an obnoxious hired DJ at a wedding! It was so refreshing.

Dancing ended at 11pm where when we all went outside and experienced the insanity that is the bride's father's pyrotechnics. There were huge fireworks, a big burning salute to the couple that was this structure of their two names (made out of paper, maybe?) that they SET ON FIRE. Then everyone got sparklers and of course people broke out the cigars.


(Note to stalkers, not my BF, but cool picture, right?)

Then it was a quick hop into a taxi and back to the hotel for us since we had an early train to catch back to Heathrow Airport via London.  It was sad to say goodbye to everyone, but that feeling was quickly trampled by the ridiculously difficult trip back to the airport, which will be a story for another time.

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