The ceremony and running around is over, and it appears that while it didn’t go off without a hitch (pun unplanned, but I’ll take it), our formal wedding ceremony was a success. Even though we’re still away, I thought it’d be fun to note some of the quirks of the day for those anxiously awaiting details. (You’re both welcome.)
A Tale of Two Photographers
For a reason still completely mysterious (and heavily speculated about) the photographer we booked, and paid in 2 installments never showed up. After an hour went by, we assumed the worst, but were surprised by the best. The best came in the form of a 2nd photographer secured last minute by the hotel. Also in the flashes of numerous digital cameras photographing every moment of the event.
UPDATE: Two days later (Monday) the first photographer finally called. She had scheduled us for the following day by accident. Evidently she doesn’t check her voice mail ever over the weekend.
UPDATE 2: We were very fortunate, quite a few people brought digital cameras with them to the event, and we’ve already received a few CD’s full of pictures. Since I didn’t personally take a single picture during the event, all pictures will be available for free download from the wedding directory of my photography website. Just as soon as I have a chance to get them organized and uploaded.
Our ceremony was very traditional and very religious. My father was presiding, and he used to be what I like to refer to as an “old school” minister. And I absolutely wanted him to do it his way- as I told him, he’s the expert. (We’d been legally married for a year, the ceremony was more for the benefit of friends and family than our own.) I think it surprised quite a few in attendance, but everybody said they enjoyed the ceremony. The most memorable part of the wedding message was the bit about wives submitting to their husbands. The people in the audience that knew my wife well coughed, cleared their throats and made other interesting noises as they stifled laughter. Nobody who has met Umah will ever mistake her for the dutiful, obedient wife.
Right Finger, Wrong Hand
When we exchanged rings, mine had a hell of a time clearing the second knuckle of my ring figure. Which is strange because I had it on earlier and it fit nicely. I spent the final minutes of the wedding ceremony inconspicuously trying to work it into a comfortable position with the thumb on that hand. The right hand… And then it came to me. The ring is on the correct finger of the wrong hand. :oops: I don’t think anybody noticed, but I thought it was too funny to not mention.
Paid Tours of the Gardens
Umah’s young nephew was in attendance (one of the very few of her relatives that could make it), and I could see almost immediately that this kid is a natural entrepreneur, destined for future business success. He was offering tours of the gardens behind the wedding hall for a quarter to the wedding guests. Though he didn’t know all that much about about bird and plant life, he happily made up background information about these things on the tour. It became a classic moment when he told my friend Cindy Reid that she’d be “bad for business” because of her extensive knowledge of bird and plants. Evidently she made mistake of correcting some of his tour information. :)
Evening of the Wolf
Our wedding night was anything but conventional, in stark contrast with the ceremony. Since we had actually been married for exactly a year, we decided it’d be fun to continue to hang out with friends after the ceremony. The receptions spilled over to a pub down the road called the Driftwood Inn and the hours raced by. Then as the final revelers were walking back to their respective hotels in the wee hours of the morning we came face to face with a massive dog many of us believe to have been a wolf. The large canine gave us an indifferent calculating look, and decided it wasn’t hungry enough to eat 4 people. Interestingly, it opted to lead us toward our respective hotels.
I, as one of those who believed the giant mess of fur and teeth to be a wolf, decided that this must an omen. And probably should be exaggerated and lied about when retold. (This is only the first retelling, so not much exaggeration or lies have been added yet.) I’ve been told that the wolf omen means that my wife and I will have a good marriage and a big litter of kids. Hmm… a lot of kids… :? Well, maybe it was only a big dog in need of a bath after all.
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