From: rose@cecily.UUCP (Rose M. Delckum)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.tv.soaps
Subject: DOOL: TAN: Wedding Report
Date: Sun, 08 Nov 1992 18:19:05 GMT
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     Hidee ho gang!  The last Peel wedding of 1992 just occurred,
and ye olde bride survived just fine.  For those who demanded a
play by play description of the festivities, here it is.....(for
those who don't care, well, that's what kill files are for,
right?)

Okay.  First of all, we weren't married in a church.  We were
married in the Old Louisville Inn, a restored Victorian mansion
that has been converted into a bed and breakfast.  And just as an
aside, if anyone out there decides to stay overnight in
Louisville, I'd highly recommend the inn.  It's a tad pricey, but
well worth it.  The place is absolutely gorgeous.  To give an
idea of the physical layout, when you walk in, you are in a
hallway flanked by mahogany columns.  On the left is a sitting
room, on the right is a reading room.  Straight ahead is a
staircase with a lrage landing with a window behind it.  There
are murals on the ceiling, antique chandeliers, and twelve foot
ceilings.  We were married on the landing.  The minister was an
old friend of Cory's mom who agreed to do the ceremony for free.
And what was really karmic (in his words!) was when he first came
to meet us to talk about the ceremony, he came to our house and
it turns out he used to live 4 doors down from us in a house that
we had looked into buying.  We gave him a tour of the
neighborhhood and talked about our local neighborhood group and
introduced him around, and some of his old friends lived behind
us.  He thought this was all just, like totally good omens.  He's
a pretty cool dude.  Anyhow, we had to rent the entire inn for
the wedding, all 11 rooms.  Luckily Cory has a large family and
none of them live in town.  So my side of the family took 3 rooms
(including mine and Cory's) and his family got the rest.  We,
naturally, got the honeymoons suite.  It was gorgeous.  It was
half of the third floor, antique king size bed, whirlpool bath,
bay window.  *sigh*  I want to move in there!  Cory didn't get to
spend but 5 minutes in there before my sister Angela and I kicked
him out so we could start dressing.  The four of us (me, Cory,
Ange and Brad, her fiancee) had all gone to dinner together and
were running late.  We got to the inn about 4:30 and the
photographer wanted to start pictures at 6:00.  So, Cory and Brad
went downstairs and did the tux thing while Ange and I ran around
like a pair of chickens with our heads cut off.  Neither of us
was totally satisfied with the way we looked, but everyone kept
pounding at the door, so we went down for photos.
     Okay, as to clothing.  The colors were green and black and
white.  Ange wore a dress that had a long skirt of iridescent
green taffeta and a bodice of the same overlaid with black and
iridescent green lace, and black lace shoes.  The guys wore tails
with iridescent green ties and cummerbunds (and I wish someone
would explain to me why us women have to pay a fortune for our
clothes while men get off with just renting theirs!  Sounds
sexist to me!).  I had a bouquet of roses, carnations, ivy,
clematis (sp) and fresia (sp?).  Ange had one that was basically
the same but smaller and less ornate.  The guys had roses and
clematis.  We took pictures for about an hours, and for a while
there it looked like the photographer's wife and John (the
minister) were going to come to blows!  We finished with the
pictures just as some folks began to arrive.  They were friends
of mine, so I went to say hello and was promptly dragged upstairs
by Cory and Angels who insisted no one see me!  *I* was not too
happy with that, but they held me hostage on the second floor.
Cory got to have fun and mingle and talk to people while I was
stuck upstairs with Ange who kept singing "Goin' to the Chapel".
Humph.  I threw a fit and announced I was going to get married
in my bare feet cause my shoes hurt so bad (my ankles had been
rubbed raw...eeew!) but they made me put them back on.  Then, I
kneeled down on the steps to peek through the railings to see who
all was there while Brad repeatedly dimmed the lights saying "no
one look at the bride on the steps".  It was kinda fun.  But I
couldn't see anything.  John came up to make sure I wasn't dying
of nerves, and I told him I was being oppressed, and he launched
right in to "We Shall Overcome" and offered to help me escape,
saying I was obviously a victim of a sexist and oppressive
system.  About this time Cory came up, he was *freaking*.
Totally ballistic.  He was talking a mile a minute, waving his
arms in the air, hyperventilating, the whole nine yards.  We all
tried to calm him down.  John made the mistake of asking if we
wanted to do the ring ceremony ("With this ring I thee wed") but
somehow, we both ended up saying "With this wing I de wed", I
have no idea why.  This led to me and John improvising a rap/jive
version of the ceremony while Cory looked at us like we were
going nuts (and no, this was not due to nerves on my part...I
rarely meet people who appreciate my sense of humor and wanted to
take full advantage of it).  Cory went back down and rushed up
again...the photographer wanted a shot of us signing thje
marriage license...which he had forgotten!  Major panic here.
We'd been planning on starting the ceremony about 7:20, but it
was 7:10 and John and I agreed to go ahead and do it before Cory
became a total basket case (and Cory wanted to get it over with).

So, the ceremony began.  We cued the music (Enya's "Marble
Halls") and Cory, Brad and John took their positions at the
bottom of the steps.  Ange walked down slowly, followed by me and
my dad.  We faded the music and had Cory's dad read a poem
(Emerson's "Each and All"--I know, not romantic, but it is a
major project to find a poem suitable for a wedding that isn't
sappy!).  We'd chosen him to read it over my dad or someone else
cause he does lots of public speaking and we figured he wouldn't
flub it.  We were wrong!  He didn't mess up as such, but you
could tell he was nervous.  Anyhow, after that we did the
ceremony.  John talked about how impressed he was with our
community spirit and sense of the history and world around us (he
seemed impressed with the fact we knew the history of most every
house on our street!) and then did your basic, traditional
ceremony.  Cory kinda blew it...John used the intro of "Will you
take this woman..." and Cory answered "I do", not noticing the
verb there. :-).  I, of course, got it correct, and am told he
made a face at me!  After it was all over we cued up the ending
music, Enya's "How Can I Keep From Singing".  The original plan
had been to dance to it, but the place was too crowded, so we
just played it while we got into the receiving line.

After that, it's kind of a blur.  I mingled and smiled and hugged
and kissed and shook hands for about forever.  I tried in vain
for two hours to reach the food.  I finally did, with the
photographer snapping pictures constantly.  And when I had my
plate full, I had to sit it down to do more mingling and smiling
and handshaking and hugging and kissing, and by the time I got
back the food was kind of congealed :-(.  But the spread was real
impressive...the caterer used white linens and all silver
servers.  And the inn has this awesome built in ornately carved
mahogany buffet that is just gorgeous, and that's where the cake
was.  The cake was pretty impressive too...3 layers
(chocolate/raspberry) with rolled icing and sugar flowers made to
look like my bouquet.  People were taking bets on whether it was
real or plastic, and whether the icing was real (and it was all
real, and delicious!)  We didn't want to cut it, it was so
beautiful.  And we didn't know how!  Cory ended up calling for
help from his mom :-).  Luckily, our caterer had hired waiters
who knew how to deal with this kind of cake (and they were
snazzy...all duded up in tuxes!).  I threw my bouquet and my
sister caught it (total accident, I swear!) and Brad caught the
garter...maybe this catching stuff means something :-)  (They're
planning on getting married in May or June)  Then, when most of
the people had left, we opened presents and went up to bed.
(actually, to the hot tub.  Getting married is exhausting!)  This
morning we had a breakfast of homemade croissants, granola and
coffee cake, said goodbye to everyone, and went back home to
search for the marriage license (which is still MIA---it's not in
any of the usual places, or under the kitchen sink, in the
freezer, in the trunk of my car, or any number of other places
:-)  ).  We decided not to worry about it right now, we have 3
weeks to find it, and went shopping.

     So, that's it!  Pictures will hopefully be forthcoming for
those who demanded them!  And a big thank-you to all of you who
sent cards and gifts, especially Vix, Lix, Sophie, and Coleen.
Oh, also Sue, Janet, NJ, Cindy, and Doreen.  Thanks for
everything!  You guys are the greatest, and personal e-mail and
thank you cards will be forthcoming.  If I've left anyone off
this list, please don't be offended...I'm still exhausted and
it's nothing personal!

A Married Guavita (aka Mrs. Shrubbery!) aka Rose  




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