We attended a wedding at a “mansion” in CT about 10 years ago. The groom was Presbyterian and the bride was 1/2 Jewish and 1/2 Catholic. Don’t ask me what she practicde. So, the wedding was not in a church, but was set for a beautiful garden with flowers and white chairs.
All of a sudden, just before the weddinng march, employees of the venue rushed around and issued umbrellas to every one. The rain came down in buckets, the bride was drenched, and the presider ushered everyone back inside. The trouble was that there was no room inside that was suitable for exchanging vows where everyone could sit.
We perched on chairs, on the stairs, in adjoining rooms, etc. and the couple exchanged vows in an intimate setting. There were appetizers before dinner served in various rooms (we never did find the baron of beef), followed by a sit down dinner and cake and dancing. It was a memorable event.
The good news is that the couple is still married and have 2 beautiful children.
Memorable in its way, if not the fairy-tale scene they might have planned.
My wedding was blessed by a sleet storm and 10-degree temperature ... in San Antonio, Texas. “We’ve never been this cold!” was a common remark.
It’s become a running joke that our anniversary (Feb. 4) is the coldest day of the year, no matter where we live. It was even below zero once, in Middle Tennessee.