Wedding Week! - Girls (& Guys) With Drinks: UK INVASION!

My sweet family came in waves the week of the wedding. It was the first time they had been to visit me and I was over the moon!! My cousin & aunt were so lovely as to throw me a shower affectionately called: Girls w/Drinks: UK Invasion. My cousin & aunt worked from across the country to pull the evening together figuring out dinner spots and bars. It ended up being one of the favorite evenings of that time.

The Thursday before the wedding, my cousin, aunt and I spent the day lunching and shopping before getting ready to go to dinner at a local pub. Before we left, though, I was informed that all the ladies who came to girls with drinks would be wearing a Union Jack flag! We had to represent, right?! But I got the sweetest gift...my younger cousin's personal Union Jack flag to wear as my own cape for the evening! He couldn't be here, but sent his very well worn flag just for me....

After a couple of happy tears and lots of hugs it was off to dinner! The food was yummy, the drinks were awesome and the company was far better than anything I could have hoped for. The best part? The night only got BETTER!

After dinner, we cabbed our way to the Highlands in Atlanta to one of my favorite pubs, Hand in Hand. We were met by my hubby to be, his brother, cousin, MY brother and a few other friends & family members who were just coming into town. It was a big happy reunion and we had such fun catching up over drinks!!

Girls with Drinks was the official start off of wedding weekend because after that it was parties and meeting relatives and rehearsals and more parties. I will forever have such fond memories of that evening...it was surreal to look around the bar at the end of the night at our friends and family who had all perfectly come together to celebrate us.

My cousin

Cheers with G&T's before the night began

Gotta have bangers and mash!

My bro!

My sweet Ashley!

So, so fun!

My sweet Emily

Fun in the English phone booth!

We just can't help ourselves!

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