You’ve heard it before, I’ll say it again, plans are proceeding for the winter wedding. My son’s getting married to the love of his life next winter. He and his betrothed are planning the wedding of their dreams.
Their dreams always take them high in the sky. The wedding will be no exception. They have chosen to tie the knot at Revelation Bowl, a place with a platform thirteen thousand feet up in the Rocky Mountains.
Thought you might like an update on their plans…and the questions that arose from the rest of us.
All who wish to attend will be required to ski to the ceremony.
What about those of us who can’t walk too well, nevermind ski?
The ceremony will be held on the Revelation Bowl platform.
Is there an oxygen vending machine up there?
The bride will be wearing a wedding gown to the ceremony.
A wedding gown on the slopes…won’t she freeze?
The groom will be wearing a tux to the ceremony.
Do you think the tux rental store expects the tux back icey and wet?
The reception will be held at a famous restaurant in town.
Why can’t the ceremony be held there too?
The bride will wear another, real wedding gown to the reception.
Do you think skiing in wedding gown number one will ruin it?
The groom will wear a ski suit to the reception.
Shouldn’t he have worn this outfit to the ceremony instead of the tux?
Guests are invited to spend additional days in the mountain resort area.
I live in the area. Can I go home?
Non-skiing guests are invited to enjoy other activities, including ice skating, ice climbing, cross-country skiing, and snowboarding.
Are you kidding?
Visiting local mountain attractions are encouraged for guests.
That’s nice. Where’s the bar?
Guests are advised in ways to reduce altitude sickness.
Why is the wedding being held two miles straight up?
Women guests are advised not to wear high heels.
Should I wear snow shoes with my Versace dress?
No dress code is suggested for guests.
Does this clear me to wear my ‘dress’ thermal undies to the wedding?
Don’t get me wrong. I’m looking forward to my son getting married. All a mother could ever want is for her son to be happy. I know him, he’s going to be very happy at the wedding event of the decade. Nothing but nothing will make him happier than to be married at a steep snowy thirteen thousand feet with his expert-skier bride at his side, sliding down an icey cold mountain in white flowing lace, while Mom looks on from the lodge.
I must have brought him up this way.