We went to a wedding yesterday. It was quite an unusual affair, but we had a good time. The bride is a professional musician, so the music was mostly top-notch. Instead of an organ or string quartet, they had a flute choir which I thoroughly enjoyed.
The location sounded very exotic, (Cardiff-by-the-Sea), but turned out to be a small, 2-story courtyard style motel in a nondescript beach town north of San Diego. Parking was non-existent, and everything was done on the roof of the motel which was a U-shaped affair (because of the courtyard). There were lots and lots of people, so it was a little 'close.' After the wedding, everyone adjourned from the roof to the two lower levels so they could set up for the dinner. That took forever, so by the time we were seated (an hour after the wedding), it was dark, and the only light available was from a couple votive candles on the table. I'm not sure what we ate, but it was tasty.
The wedding was a little unusual, and unsettling. Both the the bride and groom are widow/widower. They both lost their former spouses about 3-4 years ago. In the middle of the ceremony, the husband pulled out a spiral notebook, and waxed poetically about what a wonderful woman his dead wife was. It was a little weird, and was apparently a complete suprise to the bride and the minister. I think a lot of us were pretty uncomfortable.
Anyway, it was overall a nice affair, and I did enjoy watching the photog an his assistant work. (Noinkers)