Story of the Moment
This is the story of one of the best days of my life.
June 30, 2001, Mo and I got married...
Murphy and his Law had their say, but didn't take the day:
A serious fire in the apartment across from the one where the dress was,
rings secure in a safety deposit box-- and a lost key, two soon-to-be-newlyweds
90 degree heat (plus) that you could swim in,
followed by one of the biggest thunderstorms
I've ever been out in
to finish up the night.
Quote of the Moment
"The one-thing-after-another thing can stop now!"
--Mo, as a different fire alarm chased us out of our hotel
hours before the ceremony
Rest of the Story of the Moment
But it worked out so well,
Mo had done the lion's share of the planning, (and still wanted to
marry me despite me being such a bum) and the result was fantastic.
The site was great, a beautiful
setting. The photographer-- working in an almost rather documentary style, with the "formals" almost an afterthought-- really knew what she was doing. DJ Brother Cleve spun great tunes, balancing
the music we requested (by burning a cd for him) against the music people
really got into... and finding where those two groups of music overlapped.
We had a hayride, a trip to a petting zoo, and it turns out a raging
storm can be great to dance in. The food was great, the cake so tasty, the
flower arrangements so lovely.
And then of course, (well, before all of that) I got married to the terrific person I've been
in love with so long... our ceremony was short and sweet. One of the readings was my own Yee and Lan,
which is a 'just so' story I wrote once upon a time that
seemed custom made for the day. (Though it wasn't...) And
we remembered the vows without a burble.
Man, I'm very happy.
Anyway, I could write more, but I'm out of time, it's past midnight and
I have to get to Mexico!