A Mountain Wedding a/k/a I'm Not Afraid of Flying Ants
I'm not afraid of flying ants. Even when they are half an inch long . . . and outnumber me 30 to 1.
I am happy to announce that my friend S. is now happily married! Sometime around mid-July her brain should emerge from its protective cocoon of sheer relief (no more planning - YAY!) and will transform into some form of happiness. The wedding was beautiful, the location was perfect, and even the local wildlife stopped in for the ceremony. While we passed a book around the circle (S. chose to be married by her family and friends instead of an officiant - perfectly legal in Colorado) a large orange monarch butterfly dropped in and flitted from bouquet to bouquet.
No one flubbed their lines. No one fainted. No one forgot the rings. A last minute "emergency check" conducted right before the ceremony proved that both Bride and Groom were still present and willing to be married.
But as every wedding must have a glitch . . .
The night prior to the wedding was the rehearsal dinner, which implies a rehearsal . . . and then a dinner. The rehearsal was quick and relatively painless . . . but afterwards, it became apparent that one set of critical guests had not arrived. The folks who were catering the dinner (and their presumed foodstuffs) were missing - and these guests were not the kind of people who would let S. down - unless their car broke down or one of them required emergency medical attention.
Mountain weddings are wonderful locations for scenic privacy . . . and terrible for cell phone reception. We sent several "rescue parties" down the mountain in an attempt to locate even a weak signal . . . to no avail. As no one knew which route the caterers were coming by, further search parties would be a waste of time.
When in doubt, order pizza.
At long last, a budget rental U-Haul wound its way up the mountain. It turned out that J. and J.'s (the food caterers) truck broke down sometime around 3:00 p.m. - at which point Plan A was to get it hauled to a nearby mechanic and fixed. Once the car was pronounced dead on arrival, Plan B was to rent another truck to haul the trailer full of supplies for catering a 3-day mountain wedding. For liability reasons, no one would allow them to rent a truck for towing purposes - so, Plan C was locating a U-Haul and transferring all the goods from one trailer into another. And they still beat the pizza (marginally). Let's hear it for persistence!
Other than that, it seemed to be a perfect weekend. Perfect weather. Perfect location. Let's hope we got picture perfect photos (to be posted at a later date, if S. is kind enough to provide me with copies).
Heck, we even got cake!
And after two days of flicking monster flying ants off of picnic tables, items of food, tents, and random people . . . I was almost used to the darn things.
Almost.
I am happy to announce that my friend S. is now happily married! Sometime around mid-July her brain should emerge from its protective cocoon of sheer relief (no more planning - YAY!) and will transform into some form of happiness. The wedding was beautiful, the location was perfect, and even the local wildlife stopped in for the ceremony. While we passed a book around the circle (S. chose to be married by her family and friends instead of an officiant - perfectly legal in Colorado) a large orange monarch butterfly dropped in and flitted from bouquet to bouquet.
No one flubbed their lines. No one fainted. No one forgot the rings. A last minute "emergency check" conducted right before the ceremony proved that both Bride and Groom were still present and willing to be married.
But as every wedding must have a glitch . . .
The night prior to the wedding was the rehearsal dinner, which implies a rehearsal . . . and then a dinner. The rehearsal was quick and relatively painless . . . but afterwards, it became apparent that one set of critical guests had not arrived. The folks who were catering the dinner (and their presumed foodstuffs) were missing - and these guests were not the kind of people who would let S. down - unless their car broke down or one of them required emergency medical attention.
Mountain weddings are wonderful locations for scenic privacy . . . and terrible for cell phone reception. We sent several "rescue parties" down the mountain in an attempt to locate even a weak signal . . . to no avail. As no one knew which route the caterers were coming by, further search parties would be a waste of time.
When in doubt, order pizza.
At long last, a budget rental U-Haul wound its way up the mountain. It turned out that J. and J.'s (the food caterers) truck broke down sometime around 3:00 p.m. - at which point Plan A was to get it hauled to a nearby mechanic and fixed. Once the car was pronounced dead on arrival, Plan B was to rent another truck to haul the trailer full of supplies for catering a 3-day mountain wedding. For liability reasons, no one would allow them to rent a truck for towing purposes - so, Plan C was locating a U-Haul and transferring all the goods from one trailer into another. And they still beat the pizza (marginally). Let's hear it for persistence!
Other than that, it seemed to be a perfect weekend. Perfect weather. Perfect location. Let's hope we got picture perfect photos (to be posted at a later date, if S. is kind enough to provide me with copies).
Heck, we even got cake!
And after two days of flicking monster flying ants off of picnic tables, items of food, tents, and random people . . . I was almost used to the darn things.
Almost.
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