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Julissa and Joe's largest micro wedding at Mavericks House, Half Moon Bay was eighty-eight guests on the surf coast in November 2021, a lawn ceremony, a wishing well at the entrance, and dancing that ran until the bar closed.
Mavericks House sits on the Half Moon Bay harbor, its deck hanging out over the water and the oceanfront lawn stretching toward the coast. Julissa and Joe did a first look before anyone arrived, took their family photos while the grass was still clear, and then handed the afternoon to their eighty-eight guests.
The morning was for getting ready. Hair and makeup was done by Brush by Michelle while the florist built out the ceremony arch and set the wishing well at the entrance, the first thing each guest would see arriving at the coast. Julissa was in her dress before the first car turned into the lot.
She and Joe did a first look on the lawn while it was still quiet, just the two of them with the harbor behind them. Family portraits followed, everyone gathered with the water at their backs, and then the gates opened and the 88-guest coastal wedding began in earnest.
The ceremony was on the oceanfront lawn, Joe's cousin Henry officiating. Joe waited at the front while Julissa walked down on her parents' arms. No assigned seating, the eighty-eight guests spread across the grass wherever they liked, the harbor stretching out behind them. Henry kept it exactly as long as it needed to be. When it was over, everyone moved to a cocktail hour with passed appetizers and a champagne toast out on the deck.
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“Eighty-eight guests on the lawn, the harbor at their backs, and Joe's cousin Henry saying the words.”
While the cocktail hour ran on the deck, Julissa and Joe slipped out for portraits as the light dropped toward the water. The Half Moon Bay surf coast goes a particular shade of gold in late afternoon, and they had two photographers on the day, the kind of coverage that catches what the other misses. When they came back in, dinner was nearly ready.
Their guests had moved from the lawn to the cocktail hour, the harbor and the open coast outside the windows as the afternoon tipped toward evening.
Dinner was seated, the tables full, but no one had an assigned spot, eighty-eight people found their places and settled in. When it came time for toasts, the mic was open to anyone who wanted to stand up. People did, one after another, the room going quiet each time, then loud again when whoever had spoken sat back down. An open-mic format at this scale runs longer than a scripted program would, and the room let it. The crowd that had come together on a lawn at the edge of the harbor was still fully present hours into the evening.
Mavericks House wraps the room around its harbor views, the deck extending out over the water so the open coast stayed visible through the windows even after the sun had gone. When the last toast was finished, the tables came off the floor, the first dance moved into open dancing, and the bar stayed open until the room ran out of night.