Being a wedding crasher is all well and good, but if you want to have real fun, crash a honeymoon.
I crashed my first honeymoon back in 2003, I flew to Vancouver to stand next to my beautiful friend Chrissy as she married her Canadian groom. Then I joined them on their honeymoon in Whister - doing trapeze school at the bottom of the mountain and later, at the top, marvelling at kids taking snowboarding lessons in the middle of summer.
Honeymoon crashing proved such fun, that we joined Erin and Rachel for a portion of their honeymoon. We even bought my folks with us for good measure. The location was Rotorua and the occasion my thirty-sixth birthday. It was a cracker night and the brides made us a beautiful birthday dinner showcasing the very best kiwi produce.
Here's a quick montage of our New Zealand adventure (and the ever changing mood of the Little Sister).....
Memories to last a lifetime! I made a conscious effort this holiday to be in the picture and I'm happy that in years to come the girls will remember I was there too. I credit Bron from Maxabella Loves for inspiring me to get out from behind the lens - you can read more about her #inthepicture movement here.
Ever crashed a honeymoon? I wholeheartedly recommend it!