So, what we came to Pennsylvania to do. Get people married. The wedding was at St. Rita’s Catholic Church in Connellsville (~45 minutes away from Greensburg, which is ~45 mintues away from Pittsburgh. Clarity).
I’ve been in many a Catholic church in my lifetime, having attended regularly for eight years, but this one seemed more saint-heavy than most. They also had some of my favorite 50’s throwback reads.
On a more practical note, Marcus and I kind of loved the seal they had on their programs. Might have to look into that one.
And then, naturally, post ceremony (it was ~4 hours before the reception), we went to The Headkeeper again for more quality brews. In the mix: Hop Back Amber Ale, Thirsty Dog Raspberry Ale, Wells Banana Bread Beer, New Holland Imperial Hatter India Pale Ale and Rogue Dead Guy Ale.
Marcus also sampled another something and I enjoyed this slice of heaven, a Brooklyn Brewery Black Chocolate Stout.
Just lovin’ those giant beer fridges.
There was another wedding at our hotel as well, so I snuck in and snapped a picture of their set-up.
And then we balled into our reception.
The photos on the table were meant to be centerpieces and favors. While I like the idea of a non-floral centerpiece, I don’t love the idea of taking home a favor that’s a photo of someone else. It kind of misses the mark.
Dinner was basically inedible.
I addressed the issue by eating my dinner off of the dessert tables…
To explore the phenomenon of the Pittsburgh dessert table, enjoy this New York Times article, The Wedding? I’m Here for the Cookies
My plunder looked like so…
A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
And just to prove to y’all that I’m an outfit repeater…