Nice Day for a White Wedding

It was a "nice day for a white wedding" in North Dakota. I applaud the brave decision of two friends, Dan and Jen, to have a simple, outdoor wedding in the park, and the cojones to do it in February. It was breezy with a few snowflakes in the air, but they picked a nice spot overlooking the river. The ceremony was simple and mercifully brief as we all stood in the cold wind. The official temp was fairly warm, though, 15.7 degrees F.


Who needs a wedding photographer when you have half the town in attendance, and each armed with a camera? You might just end up holding the video camera that belongs to the guy whose car bumper you wrecked a week ago when he has to stand up front because he's an official witness. That's what happened to me, though "wrecked" might be a harsh term.

So, with the bison watching over us from the next hill over and the wind probably ruining the audio track of the tape I found myself making, the justice of the peace conducted the ceremony. Leather-gloved hands floomped together to mark the audience's approval. Afterward, we joined at the visitor center to watch the official signing of the documents at the visitor center desk. Then we headed over to the Iron Horse's upstairs area, where Dan's brother had remotely paid for 2 hours of open bar. I did my part to bankrupt the poor guy.

All in all, it was a good day. Good friends, good cake, and a painless wedding ceremony (discounting the pain leading up to the facial numbness). A second reception is being held in early March by those who could not attend today's festivities.


I nearly forgot an important detail, which was the unexpected package given to the couple after signing the documents:

The envelope was filled with beef recipes.



In other news, I submitted my painting for the Glacier Centennial Art Contest. Could it have used more work? Probably. Was I going to have time for it? Nope. I'll let you know how things go from here.