It was a combination Buddhist and Scottish wedding. So, men in kilts sat on meditation cushions, and the bagpipes were occasionally interrupted by the gong.
It was a beautiful ceremony. And it was nice to see the place. I'd been curious about it since I landed on the east coast.
Since the people being married were well-published writers and artists, there were a number of "famous" (to me) people there, and some of them performed poems and songs at the reception. The people at the table next to me were rolling their eyes at many of the performances, which was rude, but their perogative I guess.
Driving up and back in the same day was of course sort of painful (3 hrs each way). The whole way home I was convinced that I was going to end up with a moose plastered on my windshield. Or that I was going to end up plastered on a moose. It's that kind of drive.
Unfortunately it meant missing the Avalanche-Sharks game, but I was happy to see the paper this morning reporting that the Avs are still in it. I'm confident that they can be the 3rd team (or is it 4th) to come back from a 3-0 deficit.
Next week, another wedding, in New Jersey.