B
BIG LOVE. These words, in glowing ’70s-style
lettering, were emblazoned on the colorful
invitation to Rosie Rothrock and Andrew
Parietti’s wedding last August. And no, the
phrase was not a reference to the HBO series.
“‘Big love’ is how Andrew and I sign off our
texts to each other,” Rosie says. “I use it for
emails to my family too.” One could also
say that big aptly described the event’s
290-person guest list. “I alone have 53 first
cousins,” Rosie emphasizes.
Even the setting—a forest of soaring red-
wood trees—had a giant factor. After Andrew
proposed on the sidewalk near Rosie’s San
Francisco apartment in March 2017, the cou-
ple took a road trip south—and stumbled
upon Camp Campbell, a YMCA sleepaway
camp north of Santa Cruz. The discovery
turned out to be serendipitous. “Our wedding
felt like a big reunion rather than a one-night-
only dinner party,” says Rosie, who heads up
branding for Caliva, a cannabis company.
Andrew, the former president of Outdoor Voices, is a retail entrepreneur.
Guests embraced the setting by sharing cabins and bunk beds, but the
weekend was far from spartan. The lovebirds brought in a wood-fired
pizza oven and a Motown band for Friday’s welcome dinner, then the
next morning transformed the pool into a massive, neon-hued disco
party with Funboy pool floats and a DJ. “I was so relaxed my brides-
maids had to drag me out of the water to get ready,” says Rosie, who
slipped into a Pronovias gown with a statement train and veil.
The ceremony took place in the camp’s outdoor chapel, where Rosie’s
friend officiated and her siblings read from the children’s book Every-
body Needs a Rock (a family favorite) before the vows. “We spent the
most time planning and fretting over the vows,” admits the bride.
Afterward, everyone sipped Aperol spritzes served with napkins that
Rosie had printed with “Andrew Rothrock” to poke fun at their never-
ending debate of who would take whose last name. (Negotiations con-
tinue!) Dinner was served buffet-style—instead of sloppy joes, there was
salmon—under bistro lights outdoors before the dancing began atop a
flower mandala. At 10 p.m., the party moved into the camp lodge
turned groovy nightclub. “We danced till it hurt and my shoes and
dress were trashed!” says Rosie. In short, it was not just Big Love—it
was Big Fun.—Catherine Hong112
august + september 2019 brides.com