While enjoying my Sunday paper, I thoroughly read each section, feeling I should get my money’s worth .
Sunday’s wedding section of the Boston Globe gave me all the entertainment and value I could possibly ask for. As I stared at this unusual wedding photo, I thought, WOW, this looks a little offbeat.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you newlyweds, Don Smith and Krissa Van Pelt Halter:
According to the writeup, Krissa and Don exchanged wedding vows in a “ghost town in Colorado, in an event reflective of the Old West“. So now I think, well I have to see this for myself. Ashcroft apparently is a real ghost town, and gosh darn it, the bride probably slapped on some last minute lipstick and adjusted her Italian leather riding slacks in here:
I didn’t know what to think of this elaborate wedding. A young Meg and Leo were married over 20 years ago and looked like this:
We thought we got a little theme happy when Leo ordered golf tees with our names and wedding date on them. Leo had the bartender put them in brandy snifters. Oddly, they were a huge hit and considered funky, because those were the days of embossed wedding cake napkins, and I wanted no part of those, thank you.
But back to Krissa and Don. Guests were brought to the wedding by horse drawn sleighs. And, they were pulled by PERCHERON draft horses. Got it? OK, now I need to know what a Percheron draft horse is, and more importantly, why are they an integral part of the ceremony?
“As the couple stood by a babbling brook, prayers of Celtic spirituality were read, and the sounds of Native American Drums and Tibetan song bowls were played.”
Here is a Tibetan Song Bowl:
According to the Tibetan Bowl web site, ” to play the bowl with The Wooden Mallet (or Pudja) , place your bowl on your non-dominate open palm, keep your hand as open and flat as possible to let the bowl resonate at it’s full potential.”
My wedding party requested SHOUT so they could dance like John Belushi in Animal House. No dominate palms required.
Back the the couple:
Krissa and Don rode away holding hands on horses through the deep snow. Don, a Harvard graduate, has deep Rhode Island roots. His great-great grandfather donated the land for the construction of the State capital, now on Smith Street in Providence.
Additionally Don, who founded major power plants in Oklahoma City, is developing a bio-fuel plant, from which CO2 emissions will be fed to algae, to produce diesel fuel and oils rich in OMEGA3 fatty acids, which will be fed to the new blood line of cattle Don is developing at his ranch. OK, this whole paragraph is like a Michael Crichton novel. Blood, algae and cattle? Will I still want to eat steak?
Krissa, is studying the cello, and is an avid fitness instructor. Well, of course she is.
The couple is honeymooning is Egypt, where they will arrive at the pyramids at dawn on horseback, and then excavate the tomb of Queen Nefertiti. (You have to guess which part of this paragraph I am making up.)
Congratulations, Krissa and Don! You made my day.