Dive into the ecstasy – Le Carlton centre d’événements wedding, Montreal
It was no doubt the wildest and loudest party in town, we were given a “hangover kit” after all. When I saw Jason dashing in with both arms extended, his signature airplane entrance, I knew this place would rock hard. Indeed, the dance floor trembled in euphoria all night long.
Prior to the wedding, I took some time to review my notes and I realized that the sheer amount of e-mails exchanged between Marie-Ève and myself could fill a short novel. However, my very first handwritten note from nearly one and a half years ago outlined the two things Marie-Ève desired, with the first being able to capture emotion in the photographs. Brides who make such request will have to understand that I see it as a carte blanche to do things my way and this often ends with everyone in tears. We had to stop on several occasions so I could pass Marie-Ève a tissue to prevent ruining her makeup. Then I kept closing the blinds such that Marie-Ève could only see her maid of honor and at that point, the tears of joy started to flow.
My second assignment was to capture the fun and there’s no better way other than bakery crashing for half a dozen natas. A Portuguese wedding just feels incomplete without natas but most importantly, because we can. It appears that Jason’s family has been patronizing this bakery for the longest time so the story has now come full circle.
Just across the corridor, another wedding reception was being held and for some strange reason, it was awkwardly quiet. I sneaked closer to satisfy my curiosity: no music, no dancing, no interaction, nothing. The difference was day and night, as if I was about to enter another universe. I felt bad for them because they must have sensed the vibration coming from our room. I ran back to Jason, thanking him profusely for bringing me into the real party of the night as we hugged, shook hands and high-fived. Trust me, I was extremely close in kissing our groom but that would have been even more awkward, wouldn’t it?