Jennifer Russell & Tyler Jost
April 26, 2014
Creek Club at I’On
Ask newlywed Jennifer Jost to describe her history with husband Tyler, and she starts off tongue-tied. “It’s hard to wrap up seven years in a few sentences,” she says, “but here goes: We love our bull-terrier mutt, Trevor; we love Halloween, playing kickball, and riding our bikes from our little Mount Pleasant house to Sullivan’s Island; we love walking the Battery and drinking wine and margaritas. And,” she adds, “we both agree the most important thing in a relationship is laughter.” No wonder their event planner Sara Hosch of Southern Protocol fell for the two, calling them an all-around great couple who ended up feeling like family by the wedding’s close.
But before bells rang, Tyler proposed. It happened days before the two University of Denver grads were set to board a cruise from Miami with Jennifer’s family, when he suggested they drive down early. The pair pulled into town at 3 a.m. to find every room booked. While waiting for the next night’s check-in, they headed to the beach where Tyler spread out a towel and invited Jennifer to sit. “He was clearly nervous,” she says, “and he told me to close my eyes and ‘Think of something.’ I immediately argued, ‘What do you mean think of something?!” As a reply, he slipped a ring onto her finger.
When the Big Day arrived, guests were welcomed to the Creek Club at I’On with a candy maker cooking up pralines and bartenders serving his-and-her cocktails (peach sangria for Jennifer’s Georgia roots and Portland stout in honor of Tyler’s home state, Oregon). Trevor suited up as an enthusiastic four-legged ring bearer, and aside from an ice cream truck interrupting the ceremony, all went off without a hitch. By night’s end, the Mr. and Mrs. were “on the dance floor with our really awesomely bad moves,” says Jennifer. With a couple this fun-loving, bad moves never looked so good.
Weddings are weekend-long affairs these days. Jump-start yours with a welcome party like this one, where far-flung guests fell fast and hard for the Lowcountry life