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The visiting folks from Montana
made us all the happier for the bride and groom because of the fine family from that side
of the Rockies. When families mix well, it's a good sign for the marriage.
The "kids" planned most of their wedding, with
little direction from the older generation. Which might be why it went off so well. As
parents, all we had to do was show up and have a good time. And that we did.
A Seattle Ferry boat wedding, with
a mostly clear skyline, is something you can tuck away in your memory and not soon forget.
Especially when the ceremony's music is provided by the entire string base section of the
Bellevue Philharmonic!
And for a fat old lady with more miles than most of her
age, the Skansonia also cleans up pretty good. The vintage appointments were enhanced by
some truly amazing floral arrangements done up by Lisa Krober,
who used to peddle flowers at
Westlake Center before she rose to her true calling with fresh flowers. And the Skansonia
buffet table groaned with goodness, so much so that we were sent packing
at midnight with enough leftovers to help me gain seven pounds over my short absence from
this space.
The the wedding out-of-towners had never
been to a ferryboat wedding before - one of the many shortcomings of living along the
Rocky Mountains or in the midwest - and were as pleasantly surprised by everything - from
the Skagit Valley tulip fields to the winery
and brewery tours. To a person, even those from Montana, they were impressed with
"how green it is here!"
Not that it was all slick, travel brochure activity: one
Chicago nephew managed to get a Seattle traffic ticket and be propositioned by some
fellows all in one quick trip to the Pike Place market. Another reported that a taxi trip
from downtown of the University of Washington cost about 50 percent more on the way there
than the return trip. Their Chicago cabbies probably taught ours.
And more than a few out-of-towers
managed to wander our roads a while, trying figure out why there would be an intersection
of 124th and 124th respectively.
While visitors were wandering their way back to their
motels and other lodging after the wedding, "the kids" spent their wedding night
aboard a B and B vessel on the south end of Lake Union. Of course they'd been a tad too
busy to remember to stop by that afternoon for a key to the dockside gate so they had to
stand on the dock at midnight and use their cell phone to
call for entry.
The next day everyone was back on time
and even ahead of schedule for the Easter brunch at Shea Hahn in Woodinville. Before the
newlyweds took the float plane from Kenmore to Victoria, they had time to visit with about
four dozen guests and scarf down a goodly amount of goodies prepared by a small committee
of Woodinville friends. The morning after a wedding, you shouldn't be surprised when
midmorning guests grab Marion Arlin's decadent chocolate fudgies in one hand and a hard
boiled egg in the other.
"The kids" returned from
Victoria with his-and-hers sinus infections and still aren't done packing gifts and trying
to figure out how to use the electric ice cream maker. With any luck, they should find
their marriage license and wedding certificate somewhere in all that wrapping paper and
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