We're FINALLY celebrating!

A few weeks ago we learned that the state of Massachusetts would begin allowing event venues to host weddings. We were very excited as we felt this meant we could finally move forward with the reception we've been planning for so long. However once we began to reconnect with our venue, we learned there would be a number of restrictions in place that we felt would take away from the excitement and celebration of the day. As a result we have made the difficult decision to change our reception date one more time. We hope you will still be able to join us on Friday, October 22, 2021. We really appreciate everyone's patience, understanding, and support as we navigate all of the chaos that has come from trying to get married during a pandemic. It certainly has not been easy, but we hope that with this change we will all be able to celebrate without any concern for the health and safety of ourselves and our loved ones. We will keep you updated as time progresses, but we hope you will save the date one more time. See you in October. With love, Katy and Jack

A very Blarney evening, as told by Jack. Once a upon time, I graduated from THE Assumption College. After graduation, my bros and I lived in triple deckers all in a one block radius in Worcester. We were all lucky enough to graduate with jobs. On June 1, 2012 I drove to Woburn to sign my contract with my first employer, Enterprise Rent A Car. On my drive home, I called my roommate, Steve, to prep the beers and food to celebrate. After a couple beers, we decided to go to our neighborhood bar, The Blarney Stone. Per usual, we got a pitcher of Rolling Rock and some of Blarney’s famous free popcorn. As we sat at the bar eating and drinking we saw a group of girls at a table near us. We wanted to talk to them, but we weren’t sure how to approach them. So we called our friend, Brandon, who was a bad wingman (sorry Brandon), but had years of experience. He arrived at The Blarney and claimed to know one of the girls at the table. We thought he was full of it, but it turned out, he actually knew someone at the table and wasn’t just pulling our legs. Eventually, he invited Steve and I over to the girls’ table. Brandon knew Ann, one of Katy’s best friends. Lucky for me, Katy sat across from me and she seemed cool at the time. After drinking, telling stories, talking about the NH seacoast, and discovering she went to a lesser known college in Worcester (Assumption > Clark), the bar closed. I got her number with the smoothest line ever, and the rest is history.

The driftwood, as told by Katy. On the day Jack proposed, he and I were supposed to take Nana and Pa out for lunch. Jack even made his famous Spanish Chickpea Soup to bring to Nana and Pa. Like any normal Saturday we both went for a run in the morning, showered, and got ready to head to the beach. On the ride up I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. I spent most of the ride looking at menus and deciding where we should all go for lunch. Once we arrived at the beach Jack asked me if I wanted to go walk on the beach and look for driftwood. I told him in no uncertain terms that I DID NOT want to go look for drift wood. It was already 1:00 and we told Nana and Pa we’d be there for 1:00. I did not want to be late! Jack insisted we go look, and since he was driving, he pulled up right to the Tilton St. beach entrance. He proceeded to get out of the car and come around to my side, opening the door to indicate I should get out too. I told him I was NOT getting out of the car (some expletives may have been used), and that if he wanted to go look for driftwood he could go by himself. We got into a brief argument where I refused to get out of the car. Finally I conceded and we walked down the boardwalk. Jack took .2 seconds to look around before concluding that there was no driftwood. Given that we hadn’t even stepped foot in the sand, and that there was still a giant sandpile at the entrance to beach and you couldn’t even see the ocean, I was not surprised we hadn’t found any driftwood. It was only in that moment that the thought passed through my head that Jack may be proposing. At the same time Jack got down on one knee, pulled the most gorgeous ring I had seen out of his pocket and asked me to marry him. I yelled, “Are you serious?!,” cried for 30 seconds and said yes. We took a few pictures where the wind blew my hair all over the place and my eyes were red from my happy tears, and proceeded to Nana and Pa’s to share the good news and celebrate with my family.