Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Wedding Season

They say Spring is the season for weddings Up North, though around here weddings seem to go on all the time. I bumped into a crowd at the Westin docks and it was pretty clear even to one as dense as myself what exactly was going on.Can't have a wedding without music no matter how complex travel arrangements might be.


It seemed kind of weird to me that people were coming up one dock, walking the waterfront and gathering at the other dock, but I trailed along for a look. I didn't have Cheyenne with me so that helped. I wasn't sure if they had come from Sunset Key or were going to Sunset Key but that is the ferry behind the three lovely heads.That's the other Sunset Key ferry doing it's endless back and forth across the harbor.


I watched the apparent wedding party milling around at the head of the dock. The charter boat dude seemed unnaturally interested. Possibly the food, probably dreaming of a wild night with one of the boys, or girls. In Key West one doesn't ask, or care though telling seems to be quite the pastime...I find it odd to realize I got married 17 years ago this August. We did the deed in a friend's garden, a magnificent location on the upper slopes of the fog free banana belt above the city of Santa Cruz. That the owners are divorced and struggling to separate themselves from the lovely garden is just one of those tragedies in life. My wife and I are doing fine, thanks for asking.I am tempted to quote Samuel Johnson's famous dictum that (a second) marriage is the triumph of hope over experience but, to quote someone else entirely, 'taint necessarily so. I wish them luck and lots of money. It can't buy you love perhaps but it sure can help it along.








There are more places and ways to get married in the keys than you can shake a stick at or i could ever imagine:




1 comment:

Jack Riepe said...

Dear Sir:

That was damn nice of you to mention my book in your blog... I left a comment.

My second wedding was held on an island in Saranac Lake. Guests had to be ferried out on pontoon boats. But a rare drought had dropped the level of the water and planks had to be run to boats over the shallow spots. My mother was not amused.

Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
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