Yesterday afternoon, after being stuck in dead stop traffic for over an hour, James and I finally made it to Jon Horlings wedding in Holland Marsh. We were an hour late, but fortunately, so were the photographers and other guests, and we didn't miss a thing. Thank goodness. Because what we witnessed will most likely go down in wedding history. It was a beautiful outdoor wedding at Harm's Farm (Jon's dad's place), and the backdrop was a beautiful sloping forest on the edge of the river. As Jon seated his "moms" and awaited his bride, firecrackers went off in the woods, and a golf cart turned pirate ship flew onto the set. Jon's grooms"mates" were decked out as pirates (Brian Harskamp included) and they proceeded to attack Jon in a very intricately choreographed fight scene drawn up by Jon himself. They all had swords, but Jon managed to fight them off. (I think my jaw was dropped during this entire event, while James was trying hard not to pee his pants). Eventually, they outnumbered poor Jon, and given a few last words, he said he was going to sing to Kimberly, the love of his life--his bride to be. So he did, and the pirates wept, and let him go, and then Kimberly and her girls all came down, normal wedding fashion... like there had never been any pirates at all.

Bizarre.

And very very entertaining. Considering Jon is a theater guy, I think everyone was sort of expecting this wedding to be a little different. I am just so glad we were there to witness what that looked like.

Then we ate pig, corn on the cob, salads and cupcakes, watched fireworks, and square danced. Overall, a very inspirational wedding.

Well, I am procrastinating. Time to go over some lesson plans for tomorrow's classes on short story. Columbia International College is proving to be an amazing place to teach so far-- I am so glad God had this in His plan while I fretted uselessly throughout the summer. What a blessing it is to go to work and use my talents!