We all know that one person who would happily try to sprinkle chaos on our big day like it’s confetti. To keep the drama where it belongs (on reality TV and not at our wedding), we’re asking that if you’ve got the date or an invitation, please don’t post it online or share it with anyone who isn’t on the guest list. Help us keep our wedding stress-free, drama-free, and just the right amount of tipsy. We promise it’ll be more fun that way.
Absolutely! If they’re on the reservation, roll out the red carpet—they’re in. If they’re not, just send Amy a quick message so she can work her wedding voodoo. This day is about celebrating with our favorite people—big, small, and everyone in between. Just don’t try sneaking anyone in like it’s a nightclub… we will notice.
Think backyard BBQ vibes—so please, dress comfy. The wedding party will be looking like they just walked off a magazine cover for the ceremony, but once the party… I mean reception kicks off, all bets are off. Shoes might come off, ties will definitely come off, and if you leave without smelling faintly of barbecue smoke, did you even come?
Y’all keep asking if there are any colors you shouldn’t wear to the wedding. The answer is simple: white. Unless you’re me (and let’s be honest, you’re not), that color is officially off the menu. Feel free to rock every other shade of the rainbow—sequins, neon, leopard print, go wild—but if you show up in white, you might get mistaken for the cake and we will cut you.
Welcome to Texas! The weather here has commitment issues. It can be sunny, hotter than jalapeño juice in the morning, storming like the apocalypse at lunch, and chilly enough for a jacket by dinner. Best advice? Pack for all four seasons and maybe throw in a swimsuit and a parka—just to be safe.
Even better—there will be a magical cooler stocked with all the good stuff, and yes, it’s all free. Think less ‘fancy bartender in a vest’ and more ‘help yourself, you’re family. The cooler is our bartender, it doesn’t accept tips, and it won’t judge how many times you come back for a refill
Of course! We wouldn’t lure you out with promises of love and dancing only to hand you a bag of pretzels. There will be real food—the kind that soaks up the “good stuff” from the cooler. If you’ve got dietary restrictions (gluten-free, vegan, allergic to happiness, etc.), just give Amy a heads-up so we don’t accidentally send you home with nothing but a carrot stick.
Absolutely. This isn’t a tax seminar—it’s a wedding. Expect everything from “grandma’s two-step” to “uncle’s questionable breakdancing” to at least one person doing the Cha Cha Slide with way too much confidence (Probably Kyle after a few drinks). If you’ve got moves, bring ’em. If you don’t, don’t worry—the dance floor doesn’t judge (but we might).
You go home. Party’s over, folks. We love you, but once the music stops and the lights come on, it’s time to grab your shoes, your dignity (if you can find it), and head on out.
Snap away—we love the enthusiasm! Just remember to be respectful of the photographer (they’re the one we actually paid). And please, photos from your seat only—no mid-aisle paparazzi moments, no matter how good your TikTok following is. If you block the photographer’s shot, consider yourself officially cropped out of the family photo album
Yes! It’s #howamyhugledhimin. Why that one? Because let’s be real—Kyle wasn’t exactly racing to the altar. Amy had to pull out all the stops, a little charm, a little sass, and maybe some light trickery. Call it love, call it persistence, call it a “hugle hustle”… either way, she got him. So tag away and help us document the day Amy finally sealed the deal.