Her best friend's wedding

Trip Start May 05, 2011
Trip End Aug 08, 2011

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Flag of United States  , Montana
Sunday, July 17, 2011

Two couples race against time to attend and witness Her Best Friend's Wedding in Montana. Brent (Brent Fafeita) - a traveling kiwi, and Kathleen (Kathleen Sweeney) - a Minneapolis celebrity, accompany their Missoula friends Jenny (Jenny Mueller) and Brock (Brock Belgarde) on an adventure of a lifetime. Competing against time, they fight their way to the wedding for an experience they'll never forget. 

In Montana, the little lakeside community of Big Fork is gearing up for the biggest wedding of the year between K's best friend Maggie (Maggie Thelen), and her sweetheart Stefan (Stefan Ziolkowski). A wedding set against tranquil waters and forested mounts. A wedding immersed in love by two families not only large at heart but in size. A wedding hosted in such wonder that memories will be borne and treasured for many years to come.

But despite the beauty, little did the two couples know on this glorious day of the small challenges they would face. Each one immersing the cast in indecision, challenging them to overcome their preconceptions of the wedding world they know. Will they prevail and leave Big Fork more the wiser? 

Her Best Friend's Wedding, sequel to My Brest Friend's Wedding, is a mastery of movie-making, full with comedy, drama and emotion. Little wonder, the media are calling for a Broadway accompaniment.

Starring: Kathleen Sweeney, Brent Fafeita, Jenny Mueller, Brock Belgarde, Maggie Thelen, Stefan Ziolkowski, and a raft of A-List actors/actresses as other wedding guests.  

Production Diary by cast member Brent Fafeita..
Scene 1:
Surprise surprise, we got away from Missoula later than expected on our journey to Big Fork. Let's blame Taco John here! To bypass many townships and heavy traffic, we ascended on the scenic route that curved through mountain valleys and scoured waterways - very peaceful and serene, but as it turns out the longer of the routes to our destination. One lake passed was Swan Lake, a landscape reminiscent of New Zealand's own with it's steep valley slopes extending into the deep water. Within the lake, small islands appeared, some privately owned with houses and private jetty's occupying their flanks. One can vision the celebrity that may be holidaying here. After a longer than expected trip, we made it to Big Fork with little time to spare. We made it at last.

Scene 2:
Big fork is a picturesque settlement hugging a sparkling blue bay where the swift waters of the Swan River flow into Flathead Lake. With more than 180 miles of shoreline, Flathead Lake is the largest freshwater west of the Mississippi - ultimately a watersport playground. We dissected the township and arrived at Todd's for pre-wedding drinks on the balcony. Many of the bride's cousins met here for a taste of "pink panty droppers", a drink made with Everclear. This seemed a potent drink, so after one we heeded the warnings by those making it. Time was ticking - reaching the next scene and checking into the hotel was definitely next on the agenda.

Scene 3:
The hotel was luckily minutes away. What followed was probably the fastest any four have taken to ready themselves for a wedding. Fast enough to make the shuttle that appropriately arrived. There were many guests staying here, so we did the noble thing and stood inside the shaky shuttle until finally arriving at the grand event.

Scene 1:
The scene was spectacular - cabins nesting beside a raging river, still flowing to the brim from the harsh winter long gone. The wedding setting was squeezed neatly between the main cabin/home of the bride's mother and the river itself. The sun added to the atmosphere and played it's part too. In fact, it enjoyed it's fun a little too much - despite the nice overall feel, the heat was intense. It helped that most guests were either clothed in dresses or shorts, and the beer supply was ample prior to the ceremony's start. The heat of the day was evident when several tubers floated past on the river announcing celebrations to the bride and groom while passing. Regardless of the sweat dripping among us all, the bride was ever gorgeous beside a dapper groom. Their daughter Morella joined the action by crying the entire time through - an action definitely not appreciated by her parents. Sabotage perhaps? Surely not!!
Scene 2: 
Ceremony and Reception seating were separated by mere metres so the usual hunt for assigned seating got underway after the newly announced married couple. The tables lined a section along the riverfront, showcasing the wonderful backdrop. Behind, a small marquee sheltered a table for the grandparents, the dance-floor and the all important cake. As the crowds descended on the tables, one small challenge presented itself - not finding our names among the tables - not even on the children's table. We would discover several other refugees in the same predicament (misplaced named rocks earlier in the day the culprit). No bother, we found a table for the refugees and aptly made friends. It actually worked in our favour as we could chose where to sit ourselves - perfect.

Scene 3:
The gods were threatening to unleash their expected fury so the speeches were sped through. Again the river cruising by in the background made for the perfect setting as one by one, members of the wedding party expressed their joy of the newly married couple. At times emotion overwhelmed, in turn facilitating emotion throughout the gathered guests. Shortly after-wards with the bride and groom satisfied no embarrassing tales were told, dinner was encouraged earlier than planned to avoid the downpour. This sounded great as the food looked great. Marks to the caterers for a fine Montana spread. The usual gorging of wedding food was soon to follow. Only problem was our refugee table lacked cutlery. We soon learned that sharing is caring and made do while also borrowing some extras from the house (hoping they made their way home), and made good on the eating custom mentioned above. Soon enough and without a doubt, all stomachs were surely satisfied.

Scene 4:
While appetites were thankfully resting, procedures casually sped on to avoid the approaching storm. As the couple of the day left the head table some confusion reigned on when the first dance was to occur. The DJ mistakenly began the ritual too soon but always the adapters, Maggie and Stefan improvised and strutted their stuff on the grass while the dance-floor's furniture was quickly removed. After-all, it's the dance that's special not it's locality. Not long after, the cutting of the cake ensued to the romantic backing track of Thriller. The DJ must have misinterpreted the song request on this one by the look on Maggie's face! 

Scene 5:
Enter the storm! A storm that was more ferocious than anticipated. Dark clouds waltzed in as the wind roared, whipping chairs and umbrellas in a frenzy. The rain fell with menace and intensity, sometimes at a penetrating angle. Everyone fled for cover amongst fits of laughter. The house was the primary shelter while others congregated under the balcony of another cabin. The two parties jokingly communicated with each other across the separating space, shouting at times to be heard above the gale in action. We all watched as the outdoor bar team struggled to remain open. Like the musicians aboard the sinking titanic, the bar lady refused to go down without a fight. Every now and then a guest would make the mad dash to the bar to renew their drink, returning ruffled and dripping wet but with smiles from ear to ear. Subsequently Jenny and Todd bargained a bottle of Fireball off the bar staff and happily rationed this among the crowd gathered under the cabin veranda. The resulting warming sensation was a welcome feeling. As the socialising continued within both shelters the storm released it's hold on the venue and dissipated. Not long after, any evidence a storm even existed was gone. Like seeing light for the first time, guests appeared from all over and conveniently continued the celebrations. It was time for dancing!

Scene 6:
As darkness fell encompassing the glowing dance-floor, and the musical genius of the Roller Skate song faded, it was time to embark for town. Little did we know that the last shuttle left 15 minutes prior! Many guests still remained so surely we'd find a ride and we did eventually, though it took some time to get on the road. Waving goodbye to the magical setting, we set off for the next stage of celebrations.

Scene 1:
But it would seem town was not the first stop on the agenda for this coach. After some time driving we stopped at Maggie's uncle's bar on the outskirts of Big Fork while somewhere in town the entire wedding party continued on without us. Again, no bother as we socialised among the few patrons in the cute bar and patiently waited for the drive back which seemed to take an age. Eventually upon driving back into town I realised the distance we'd traveled in the first place to reach the bar. Our tour of Big Fork was almost complete!

Scene 2:
At last back in town and a trip to the packed Garden Bar to rejoin the wedding celebrations. It was like a welcome home when we entered, with all old and new friends happy for our delayed arrival. Maggie, slightly more merrier than we'd last seen her was still glamorous and the centre of attention. We quickly immersed ourselves again in the good times. The drinks flowed smoothly and the mingling among guests and locals continued long into the night. Later, as even the moon began to call it a night, Brock and I discovered we were among only a few left standing, so gave up the fight and somehow ambled blind and without much direction back to the hotel.

Scene 3: 
Then awoke only a couple of hours later knowing a long drive back to Billings was on the cards. The gallons of water consumed prior to sleep definitely helped as both K and I struggled to get the ball rolling. Luckily for Jenny and Brock, our fellowship would break with their path destined for the hotel pool. We had lasted the amazing wedding day but now the toughest journey was about to begin.

Scene 5: 
It's safe to say the retreat back to Billings was a slow one. Seven to eight hours driving awaited us but knowing our fix helped somewhat. That meant a coffee and another trip to Taco Johns in Missoula! To assist the healing, the drive back along Flathead lake was beautiful with the large body of water glistening in the morning sun. Driving back through the country was equally stunning as we both shared the driving task along the way. One could think of few better things to do on a Sunday! With the wedding over, it seemed the journey had lasted more than one 24-hour period. So much packed into the day and so many entertaining facets made for a Big Fork wedding to remember. Thank you, Maggie and Stefan, we wish you all the best.

This is clearly the must-see production of the year. Clearly the awards and accolades will be showering down upon this masterpiece. Don't miss your chance to see Her Best Friend's Wedding coming soon to a theatre near you
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