The wedding of Anne and Peter
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Having bought a skirt, the family hurtled over to the Ballard Oddfellow's Hall to attend the wedding of Peter Joseph and Anne Honeycutt. Anne has been around our family a lot, belonging to our circle of friends in odd ways. She's babysat the kids, hung out with the coven, and all sort of other little tics along the way.
The groom wore a black shirt and red vest, the bride wore an off-white dress with broad red trim that went well with her black goth haircut. The ceremony was much more pagan than anything, including a handfasting. The fraternal hall was ripe with history, including century-old tapestries with illustrations of the order's mission: "Heal the sick, Teach the Orphans, Bury the Dead," and all the little oddities of titles and fezzes and so on that one expects from a place like that.
kaelisinger and Leith did the ceremony. Kaeli said Leith's haircut looks like mine but I was more inspired to think of Brother Caedfael when I saw it. Maybe it was the officiating outfit he wore. Her own haircut looked like more trouble than it was worth; she had it done on a recent trip overseas and the Parisian hairdresser apparently took, shall we say, liberties.
After the "You may kiss" and the jumping of the broom, there was food, and toasts, and then instead of garters and bouquets and all that, Anne decided there were going to be pinatas. The wedding cake had skeletons: her favorite holiday is the Mexican tradition of The Day of the Dead, February 1st, so that's what we got. The Pinatas had bubble stuff, pop caps, and the garter, and they had to be broken open violently, with a hockey stick.
After all that, they cut the cake-- and immediately smashed the pieces into each other's faces. "Wedding bukakke," I heard someone say, a phrase I desperately hoped went over the groom's rather mundane parents.
Kouryou-chan ate so many sweets her tummy hurt. I helped the wind-down, cleaning up a little bit, and then we all headed home. It was good to see so many people, just like at Wild Waves. I have great communities. And damn if Kaeli doesn't look fine, except for the, y'know, anime haircut.
The groom wore a black shirt and red vest, the bride wore an off-white dress with broad red trim that went well with her black goth haircut. The ceremony was much more pagan than anything, including a handfasting. The fraternal hall was ripe with history, including century-old tapestries with illustrations of the order's mission: "Heal the sick, Teach the Orphans, Bury the Dead," and all the little oddities of titles and fezzes and so on that one expects from a place like that.
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After the "You may kiss" and the jumping of the broom, there was food, and toasts, and then instead of garters and bouquets and all that, Anne decided there were going to be pinatas. The wedding cake had skeletons: her favorite holiday is the Mexican tradition of The Day of the Dead, February 1st, so that's what we got. The Pinatas had bubble stuff, pop caps, and the garter, and they had to be broken open violently, with a hockey stick.
After all that, they cut the cake-- and immediately smashed the pieces into each other's faces. "Wedding bukakke," I heard someone say, a phrase I desperately hoped went over the groom's rather mundane parents.
Kouryou-chan ate so many sweets her tummy hurt. I helped the wind-down, cleaning up a little bit, and then we all headed home. It was good to see so many people, just like at Wild Waves. I have great communities. And damn if Kaeli doesn't look fine, except for the, y'know, anime haircut.