Fifteen year, part one. Places and events.

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We stayed at a hotel right on the beach in Glouchester.


I got up very early as I wanted to see the sun rise on my wedding day. It rose across the bay at me and was wonderful to see. More than half a decade of dreaming about it, more than a year of planning and it was finally here.
As I drove to the donut shop to get beakfast for people it started to rain.
“No rain!” I shouted out the window of my Saturn.
It stopped. The sun came out and it was nice the rest of the day. (If windy.)
While I was doing this, my (not yet) wife was walking the beach. When I got back to the hotel I was “escorted” to my room to make sure I didn’t see her out there.

(Someone else took the photo for me.)

While she stayed back at the hotel to get ready there, I went off to the castle.


Several years before my wife and I had gone to a movie screening at Hammond Castle.
As we walked down the stone spiral stairs and out into the great hall, we looked at each other.
“This is the place,” I said.
“Yes,” she said. “This is where it should be.”
It actually took less then I had expected at that time to make it all come together. We talked with the curator that night, and it all pulled together well.

While the back of the castle is very nice:

We decided to have it on the lawn by the sea.

I set up our altar.


Yes, it was made of milk crates. But, when covered it was hard to tell.

As my wife was getting ready at the hotel, I got ready at the castle.

(Several people did come through to check on me while that went on. At least I got my tights on before they took the photos...)

When I got back out to the lawn, our friend Ted had decided I did a poor job of setting up the altar and had rearranged it for me.

So, if folks couldn’t tell it was milk crates, thank Ted.

I had been adamant with the JP who married us that I wanted it to start on time.
About five minutes before the start, she came up to me.
“Your grandmother isn’t here yet,” she said. “Should we wait for her to get here before we start.”
“No,” I said. “She knew when it was supposed to begin.”
Our JP looked like I slapped her across the face with a fish.
“You won’t wait for your grandmother?” she asked.
“She told me she was going to boycott the ceremony anyhow,” I said. “I’m merely making sure she doesn’t have to go to any extra effort to do that.”
“Why was she going to boycott?” the JP asked me.
“You’re not a catholic priest, are you?” I asked her.
She looked at me to see if I was joking. I wasn’t.
“Three minutes,” she said, looking at her watch. “I’ll see you at the altar.”
She went out and took her place.

At the appointed time, zemanel rang the bell to start, and we set out.
My (not yet, but very soon to be) wife was escorted down to the altar by her Uncle Rich.


As I’ve mentioned before (see Daft entries), I can’t wear metal and couldn’t wear a ring. So, my (very, very soon to be) wife gave me a sword instead.
As I couldn’t afford a ring (hey, the castle cost a lot of $), she got a wreath of flowers from me.


And then, we were married.


Everyone went into the castle to eat.

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I forgot to mention, afterwards we went back to the hotel and saw the moon rise over the water. That was also very cool.
Then, a bunch of us decided to go wading in the bay under the moon light.
It was cold. Very, very cold.
But, I do remember splashing about in the water with friends and family as the full moon rose over the water.
Cold. But, cool.

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Awwwwwwwww :D