At the end of this trip to California, we headed south for the wedding of one of the Mister’s good friends from college, hopscotching all over Orange County and Los Angeles for various wedding events, visiting family, and getting in a little sightseeing.
We started out in Irvine, staying with family on his side. I wrote a little about it here. To kick off the busy weekend, the Mister’s auntie made us an Italian feast, with homemade gnocchi, eggplant parmesan, fresh fig salad, and on and on. By Saturday morning, we were well-rested and energized for a busy couple of days.
Early Saturday afternoon we drove to Newport Beach for the ceremony. We got to the church about an hour early and walked a block over to the beach to have a look around. It was a gorgeous day, and I wanted to hitch up my long dress and run straight into the waves.
The Mister and the groom come from a tight-knit group of ten or so friends from college, most of whom were able to make it to the wedding. They are scattered all over the country now, and we were glad to spend time before the ceremony chatting and laughing, and catching up with the groom’s family, who they knew well. After the ceremony, the married couple dashed to their vintage ride in a cloud of bubbles, rose petals and cheers, and while they went off to take photos, we all piled into our cars and headed straight to the nearest In-N-Out Burger for a pre-reception snack.
The reception was at the gorgeous Montage Hotel, overlooking Laguna Beach. Cocktail hour and a tea ceremony were held on the lawns, perfectly timed to coincide with the last few golden hours of the day.
We took turns taking each other’s photos and indulging in the champagne bar.
Once the sun had sen, we made our way into the ballroom for dinner, each table set with elaborate ceramics, and bowls of candles and blossoms. We danced the night away to a Beach Boys cover band, under dozens of paper lanterns.
The next morning, we pried our weary bodies out of bed, and drove to Corona del Mar, for a brunch overlooking the beach at the bride’s family home. We sipped mimosas and bloody marys, and watched the waves crash on the rocks a few feet away.
After brunch, and many hugs goodbye with good friends, we headed into Los Angeles to drive around a bit before I had to catch a red eye home. On the recommendation of Kristina, we stopped at Grand Central Market for lunch. We wandered around the building, eating all the food with our eyes, and finally settled on the taqueria with the longest line and no visible name. Amazing.
We also made our way up to Griffith Observatory to take in the views of the city and explore the observatory.
There was so much amazing food and architecture that we couldn’t get to, and now we are both itching to come back soon and taste a little more of what the city has to offer.