We’ve decided to keep the ceremony small, just immediate family. Think of it as the dress rehearsal, but with real vows. We’re saving the good stuff (food, drinks, and questionable dance moves) for the celebration afterward, and we truly can’t wait to party with you there.
Yes! Mike will be taking EJ’s last name, which means he will, in fact, become Mike Jones. Go ahead… say it out loud. Get it out of your system. We know.
Kids are absolutely welcome! We love the little ones and they make excellent dance partners (not to mention great excuses for sneaking out early). Since the celebration is on a farm, we ask that kiddos be supervised. There are curious critters, uneven ground, and maybe a tractor or two that aren’t part of the entertainment lineup.
If your invitation didn’t include a plus one, we’re not expecting you to bring a guest. We’ve put a lot of thought into our guest list, but we also know plans can change. If you were hoping to bring someone, please reach out to us as soon as possible and we’ll do our best to accommodate. Bonus points if it’s a new significant other, we love meeting them (and quietly judging together, obviously).
The wedding is in a large shed but it’s not heated. June weather is unpredictable so we will have heating columns just in case. Dressing in layers is highly encouraged!
Dress to impress but don’t kill your feet. This is still a farm so maybe leave the stilettos at home. Think “garden party chic” meets “I want to actually enjoy the party without hobbling.” June in Wisconsin usually means pleasant temps around 70–80°F, but evenings can get a bit crisp. Dare we mention layers a second time?
Absolutely. Expect Busch Light by the barrel (a Gruber family staple), plus vodka, tequila, rum, and brandy, with all the usual mixers to build your masterpiece. Join us for cocktail hour, where the grooms invite you to kick things off with their signature drinks: EJ’s spicy margarita or Mike’s classic Moscow mule. Be kind to your bartenders and don’t forget to tip. And if things start to go off the rails… they’ve been instructed to cut you off—with love, of course.