
Fearless is crashing a wedding.
I have always loved weddings. When I was younger, I used to picture myself in a fluffy white dress, floating down the aisle with pearls in my hair and a long train draped behind me. I imagined pastel colored ribbons hung from the chairs and the ceilings with flower petals lining the way. I thought of my father in a tuxedo, hiding a few slight tears, as he guided me down the aisle to give me away and my mother, not ashamed of her emotions, blubbering into a tissue as she watched her little girl become a woman. I dreamed of a small string quartet, playing to my footsteps as I glided past my family and friends dressed in their best, watching and smiling at me making my way to my very own Prince Charming, whose breathtaking smile greeted me as I reached the end of aisle. As a young girl, that was all I dreamed of. I wanted the perfect, fairytale wedding.
I have also always wanted to crash a wedding. Legitimately crash a wedding. You see movies like Wedding Crashers and see how fun it looks, but some are just too afraid to do it. I was one of those… until a couple of weeks ago.
A few of my friends and I were walking through the streets of our college town after a basketball game, just trying to figure out what to do. We passed the Inn and couldn’t help but notice a wedding reception was being held there. I Gotta Feeling was blasting, colored lights were flashing, we could hear laughter from the tent. “Sounds like they’re having a good time, we should just crash that wedding!” Someone said allowed. She may have not meant it literally, but my roommate and I took it seriously.
“Anna, do you seriously want to do it?” I asked.
“Let’s do it!” She said.
We proceeded to be the only two to run down the hill to the tent. She peaked under, “Do you want to just dance in the corner for five minutes?”
“Sure!” I exclaimed.
We crawled under the tent and immediately started dancing to Build Me Up, Buttercup. We twirled all around, with absolutely everyone watching us, including the bride. The guests were all laughing and smiling at us while we giggled the entire time we spun in circles.
We snapped a picture of us when our neighbor and his friend surprisingly appeared from under the tent. Suddenly, a couple of men walked over and said, “This is a private party.” We instantly dove under the tent and dashed up the hill, laughing hysterically at what we had just done.
I can now honestly say I have crashed a wedding. Before I started to believe in the idea of “fearless,” I would have never even dared to do that, even if it was just dancing for five minutes. But life is about taking chances and doing things you’ve always wanted to and if I hadn’t crashed that wedding with Anna, I would have definitely regretted it.

