Mary & Conor’s Blanes Wedding: Heat, Hilarity, and a Red Mini

The Mini That (Eventually) Cooperated

Let’s start with the car. I hired a cheeky red Mini for Mary and Conor’s wedding in Blanes, thinking it’d add a fun, stylish touch to the day. What it added first was a solid five minutes of me muttering at the ignition like a disgruntled mechanic. Once conquered, it became the perfect sidekick—zipping through Catalunya with the enthusiasm of a wedding guest who’s just spotted the free bar.

Bride Prep & the Art of Photographic Warm-Ups

Bride preparation shots are like stretching before a marathon—except instead of muscles, you’re flexing your ability to dodge hairspray clouds and coordinate 17 people shouting, “Wait, her left side is better!” Mary’s villa was packed with lively, photogenic humans, which is always a win. Though meeting the couple for the first time on the day itself felt like being handed a Rubik’s cube and told, “Solve it blindfolded.” Pro tip: Pre-wedding chats save everyone from last-minute “Wait, we wanted a photo with the dog?” surprises.

The Sweatiest Chapel in Catalunya

The ceremony at El Convent’s chapel was beautiful—if you ignore the fact it doubled as a sauna. The sun, bless its fiery heart, decided to give us its full attention. Between the priest, videographer, and me crammed by the altar, we created a trio of perspiration that could’ve filled a paddling pool. At one point, I glanced around and saw guests dabbing their faces so earnestly, you’d think we’d just screened The Notebook. (Spoiler: It was sweat, not sentiment.)

By 3:30 am, I was home, peeling off my suit like it was made of clingfilm. Two lessons learned: talcum powder is a gift from the gods, and linen suits exist for a reason. Mary and Conor’s day was a riot of love, heat, and one very stubborn Mini—worth every damp, delirious moment.