Badass chic same-sex elopement – Cambridge City Hall, MA
According to the Urban Dictionary, the third (unspoken) rule of being a badass is:
“A badass stays true to themselves, always. This means being themselves for themselves, and not being fake to impress others.” Check!!!
Allie and Isabelle are a couple who are very true to themselves and to their love story. They chose to do their wedding their way, and I cannot tell you how fucking awesome it turned out because “letting go of the non-essentials creates something intimately magical and special about an elopement.”, says Allie and Isabelle.
Isabelle: “Allie sets about 46 alarms each morning which drives me nuts, but we still always have a solid cuddle sesh and make sure to say good morning to kill mornings with kindness.”
Allie: “Isabelle makes up words and finishes movies/shows on her own that we start together, but in the scheme of things who really cares? The made up words are funny, anyway.”
“We’re both a solid balance of ‘Let’s go do this random awesome thing tonight!!’ adventurousness mixed with, ‘Can we lay in bed and cuddle and read and watch a weird documentary or listen to a podcast and eat takeout?’ which is nice.”
“Our first date was brunch at this hipster jazz vegetarian place in Harvard Square. The kind with mixologists in leather aprons and moustaches. We both ordered tequila drinks (thumbs up emoji!) and shared lots of little plates and at the end Isabelle told me ‘You’re very intriguing and I had fun. Let’s do this again’.”
“We were reading in bed (me: ‘Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls by David Sedaris and Isabelle: The Hour of the Star
Clarice Lispector) when Isabelle made a comment about getting married – I said, ‘Yeah, I would love to someday’ and then BAM! Isabelle jumped up on the bed and pulled out a ring and proposed right then and there. Tears and hugs and… you know the rest ;)”
“I, in turn, picked out a ring for Isabelle and slipped it on her finger when she walked in the door from work the next week.”
“The two let me into their world for the morning: reading, showing off their aerial yoga skills, laughing and making blueberry waffles with secret honey-syrup-butter sauce. Their space is one of laughter, loving support and a little bit of absurdity, in all of the very best ways.”
“Once both women (ladies, girls, badass feminists) perfected their lipstick and eye makeup, they donned their dresses, (carefully) climbed onto the fire escape for some pre-elopement pics, and then headed down the street to make it official!”
“After completing the necessary paperwork, they made a circuit of some of their favorite neighborhood haunts, reliving memories that brought them closer together.”
A quick note from the girls: “As far as the first dance, we were just walking by a gentleman playing flute on the street, and he said congratulations and asked if he could play a song for us. He played, ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow’ which we are deciding whether or not to make our real ‘wedding song’ still. It’s up in the air.”
“Their reception included a quick nap and outfit change, then the two cheersed with spicy tequila drinks, hipster tofu dogs, cheese fries, and the MOST PERFECT piece of caramel pecan pie that seemed to be made of dreams. Then they hit the dance floor for some Soul Saturday dancing in radical feminist+femme sartorial style, drank some more tequila, and closed out the night with bagel bites, Ben and Jerry’s and a horror movie.”
“Isabelle borrowed her roommate’s old wedding dress (something borrowed!), and I wanted something long sleeved and simple but memorable so we found something at a cool re-sale shop around town.”
“The crowns were a fun touch that we both knew we wanted because when the hell else can you wear those if you don’t attend weird music festivals full of cultural appropriation.”
“Let’s see… we traded jackets several times to decide what looked best. We both wore shoes we felt comfortable, confident, and badass in. Isabelle loves her nude heels. Allie loves her biker booties. They somehow worked.”
“James and Allie have been friends since high school. They both ended up in Boston by chance and have stayed close friends over the years.”
Their thoughts of the images…
Allie: “Oh my god…we look so happy! Oh my gosh it’s because we ARE so happy. I was smiling, and laughing, and we both looked so beautiful.
Isabelle: “Fucking adorable. The photos are so genuine, I didn’t even realize some of the shots that he managed to capture until after the fact. Like when Allie decided it was hilarious to keep lobbing snowballs into the air. They are perfect. I can’t stop looking at them.”
“We both had to take a day off without telling work why we were taking the day off, and hope that we didn’t run into anyone we knew while walking around on the streets in wedding dresses. Allie was super awk on the fire escape because no panties, three stories up, grated metal floor… ya know. Photographs there were awesome but she couldn’t chill out much. It was kinda chilly out but we brought extra coats for photos and nerves+excitement made us a little hot anyway. Food was the only other main concern… making sure we were both well fed is something we’ve learned is important to our relationship. Allie also learned she can never wear stillettos out dancing again.”
Allie and Isabelle’s badass chic elopement may not be a well orchestrated day, not there’s anything wrong with that. But it boasted some seriously imperfect magical moments that flips the bird to the wedding must-do’s and says “suck it!”
Congrats ladies, just keep on keepin’ on.