Would you pass up the opportunity to ironically wear a wedding dress and traipse from bar to bar in downtown Phoenix for cool beverages on a hot day? Yeah, I wouldn’t either.
This past weekend, I joined about 100 other blushing brides for the Brides of March pub crawl, an event that includes high-heeled footraces, bouquet tosses, lots of very creative wedding attire, oodles of cross-dressing, and cocktails aplenty. Yes, these were my people.
I think the photos tell the story of the day, so I’ll let the images speak for themselves.
Needless to say, I’ll be back again next year―in something way less conservative and little more avant-garde.
Beware the Brides of March!