When your pledge sister from college tells you she’s having her wedding at the absolutely gorgeous Laguna Hills Courthouse, just down the street from Dana Point in Orange County, you get those plane tickets booked ASAP. How can you tell Jenn is my kind of bride? See below: TWO wedding jumpsuits, a bottle of Dom Perginon doing it’s own boudoir session with her grandmother’s vintage pearls, red cup toasts in the bridal suite, and a fifth of bourbon in place of a bouquet. This wedding was so, perfectly, characteristically, Jenn and Sam. From Pac-12 football references during the speeches, to pre-wedding Chik Fil A, I could never imagine her getting married any other way.
Dana Point in and of itself is an absolute dream. We posted up at the Marriott, which featured views of the bay and perfectly golden sunsets. Another bonus: saw about 350 dogs just during bridal portraits alone. We were only mildly distracted. Southern California, I just love you. Can’t wait to go back!