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The dork bluff!

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Mad Prophet Ludwig10/19/2010 11:28:44 am PDT

re: #31 marjoriemoon

Ludwig, would you consider a Renn Faire wedding? It might be tough, but I think you could pull it off.

I was married at the Rennaissance Faire in Riverside, California in 2003. It was my second marriage so I wanted to do what I always wanted. My first wedding was a complete disaster, my father died 2 weeks before, my mother broke her ankle, my aunt was hospitalized with cancer, on and on and on. I should have taken it as a hint.

I decided to do a Renn wedding this time. I did everything myself. Took me 6 months. I made the garland hairpieces for all the girls, medieval invitations and “jeweled” gift bags for the guests. We had a ton of kids so I made special medievel coloring books and toys. I also made scrolls containing a unique love poem from medieval poets along with the wedding program. A whole bunch more stuff. It was an awful lot of work but every bit of it was a joy. I never had so much fun in my life, right up to the last minute.

We bought our swords on E-bay. I got most everything on E-bay or at our local faire. My hubby and his brother got claymores. Giant things, about 5.2 feet long. Each groomsmen got a sword, all different. I only cared about the price really, and found a super deal on e-bay - 5 swords for $100. They looked fantastic. All different. The Claymores were under $100.

If you think this might be something you’d like to do, you have my email and I’d be thrilled to help you guys or give you any kind of pointers.

That is so sweet - and I like the idea.

Of course, I am something of a figurehead in the wedding plans. My opinion is dutifully asked for, and it might even be taken into consideration.

We’re probably going to be a bit more traditional - which suits me just fine. Evening wedding, chuppa under the stars.

The best wedding I have ever been to in terms of location and perfection of the ceremony was in Jerusalem though. Unfortunately, doing such a thing will be impossible for us.

Someone I knew from Yeshiva got married.

It was in the old Hospitaler ruins near the Kotel.

For those who have not seen it, all that is left is the stone central floor, and these great Gothic arches.

In the middle, on a clear starry night, was the chuppa, lit from underneath. It gave off a warm, white glow, reflected on the ancient stones.

The Rosh Yeshiva officiated. He was a kindly man who cared for both of them very much.

The students and rabbis of the Yeshiva sang the groom to the chuppa, and turned with a *snap* for the bride.

Perhaps the best part was that the Rosh Yeshiva said something to them quietly there, before reciting the blessings in a full voice. You could see from the looks on all three of their faces that it was meaningful. But it was private, and not for public consumption. It was the perfect mix of public and private, with joy and a deep gravitas.