Chelsea asked me to blog about my wedding, so here goes. So, Chelsea, long before you were born, I married Mark. OK, not long before you were born, I guess you were already well established on the planet 15 years ago. Still, quite a while ago. Mark and I had been together for 10 years, so we figured it was about time. We were of course small children when we met. OK, maybe not. Having over a century of life between the two of us, we are older than dirt. Well, Mark would explain that I’m a year older, I would correct him and say only eleven months, so I guess Mark is as old as dirt and I’m older. But I digress.
Because we’d been together so long, and were living together at that point, we didn’t want to do a church wedding, we just wanted a big ol’ party. Food and music were important, ritual and beauty were not important. We didn’t want to spend months planning, after 10 years we figured we could get the job done without too much carrying on.
On October 31, 1993, at the Majestic Theater downtown Detroit, Mark and I tied the knot. Why Halloween? Well, lets see. I was working retail at the time, so I wanted the wedding to be on a Sunday. That way more of my employees could attend, as Sundays were slow at the store. I do enjoy Halloween, very much, but I’ve never been one of those crazy overboard Halloween folks (like Jim). We decided on the Majestic because we were friends with the owners, Mark had been working sound gigs there for some time. We wanted the Sun Messengers as the band, a great local band that can rock the crowd and please everyone from babies to octogenarians. When Rick from the Sun Messengers called to say which dates he had available, I decided to go for Halloween. I figured it’s a scary day anyway, why not get married on it?
(sorry Chelsea, no Chucks. Even though I was in my late 30’s, I wasn’t ready for my mother to disown me.)
My mother made my beautiful lace wedding dress, and Sharon, the antiques dealer, helped Mark find an appropriate wedding suit, complete with a mad hatter hat.
Due to friends of my mother-in-law, the Majestic was transformed into a rather pretty cavern, but still large and dark. Mark and I saw no reason to spend money on a photographer, we were pretty sure we’d remember the event anyway. Some people brought their pretty good cameras, so we had some good pictures, but our idea of putting cheap cameras on the tables and letting guests take pictures was probably not the best idea. You see, in a large dark area, with a cheap camera, if your subject stands an inch too close, they bleach out white from the flash, and if they stand an inch too far away, they are a ghostly unidentifiable figure. So this is one of the few better photo’s we have:
Mark and I were trying to remember who he was, was he an Oppat friend or a Meixner friend? Then we noticed the tray. He’s the waiter.
Mom made the beautiful wreath I wore in my hair. She wasn’t happy that I went from table to table telling people that I had a coat hanger on my head. Cousin Susan took the pictures of us with her camera, that’s why you can see us.
We had no preacher, my brother-in-law preformed the ceremony, it was very silly, and a wonderful time. My sister read a passage from a Tom Robbins novel, and the ceremony ended with “Let the wild rumpus begin!”
Oh, and we had pumpkins on the tables. Mark carved one of me, and his sister carved one of him, so I consider this our official wedding portrait:
So, I ask my married readers, what’s your wedding story? Feel free to either blog about it or leave a comment about your wedding here.