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Keepin' Uncle Sam in business

In addition to the save the date card we got announcing Rebekah's wedding, we got three other mailings, which were so fantastic that I want to share them here. Also, in the gift bag that was left for us in our hotel room, there was a wonderful program that was functional and very pretty.Upon arrival time at our hotel, we were treated to a gift bag by the bride and groom filled with this program of events, some Goo Goo Clusters, which are made in Nashville, two crispy cheese crackers from the local bakery, two bow-tie sugar cookies in honor of the bride's father, who is famous for his reputation, but known for wearing a bow tie, one frosted in pink with a green monogram, and one frosted in green with a pink monogram with the letters R and A), two little bottles of Jack Daniels Tennesse Whiskey, two bottles of water, a box of Tic Tacs, and a pack of aspirin. I suppose if you were to drink the whiskey, you might need the aspirin. The program was very helpful and had driving directions to all the venues, instructions for the wedding party, etc.Here's the invitation we got from the happy couple.
We received the Rehearsal Dinner invitation from Allan's parents in Virginia.
The wedding invitation has a gold rimmed edge and addressed in a meticulously crafted, simply gorgeous hand calligraphy. What admirable talent this artist has!

Comments

Heidi said…
Wow, nothing on Mormons, but people who aren't Mormom tend to get a little more classy and spend a TON more at their weddings. It's fun to attend them.
Kelly said…
Actually, Gordon and Rebekah ARE Mormons...he is a former BYU professor. But in his many roles as university president (for West Virginia, followed by University of Colorado, then The Ohio State University, then Brown University, and now Vanderbilt as chancellor, he's thrown THOUSANDS of parties and knows how to spend money to ensure his guests have a grand ol' time--which gets them to donate to the university!
Anonymous said…
Oh my goodness, they really did go all out. Those are just darling!!!
Heidi said…
Okay that explains it!

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