The groom, a fellow summer team coach, felt no need for formalities~or shirt & shoes, for that matter. The maid of honor, the bride's sister, wore her trademark pink.
The bride's father, Mr. Fairway, gave her away. The bride's satin gown, clearly designed for a wedding in the winter months, was obtained from the wardrobe of the manager at Ye Olde Swimming Hole. Her great aunt had worn the ensemble sometime in the 1950s during a November wedding.
The ceremony, featuring pint-sized attendants, took place before the 3rd meet of the summer season. Many in the congregation remarked that the bride appeared to remain cool & calm despite temps pushing 95 degrees Fahrenheit.
One of the bride's favorite 10-year-olds walked her down the aisle/deck. Her father had to attend to his duties as the meet referee, setting up the starting system, et. al., so abdicated his responsibilities to this jaunty gent in the shiny blue evening jacket & glitter bow tie.
The wedding was part of a series of "spirit days," staged before each meet, to boost the team's hopes for victory & to inject some, well, spirit into the proceedings.
I'm sorry, y'all. I had more enthusiasm for Ella Numera Una's faux wedding a couple of years ago than for the high jinx proposed by Bristol Palin & Levi Johnston.
Yesterday's Today Show Web site headline read, and I quote, "Bristol Palin and Levi Johnston Reveal Secret Engagement."
Una got "married" as part of a traditional summer swim team skit. The Palin nuptials are a whole other type of masquerade, if you ask me. And how many of you (I'd like a show of hands) really, truly believe that Mama Grizzly Sarah didn't know that Levi had popped the question?
To put all of this into perspective, I imagine Levi figured that he'd be a whole lot better off being inside the tent, pissing out, than outside the tent, pissing in. A quaint Texas expression. And all too apropos for the shotgun wedding the couple is planning. Vows will be exchanged in six weeks, we're told.
After all of the things Levi has said about Bristol's mom, I'd love to be the fly on the wall for holiday dinners at Casa Palin.
Can you say, "Eating crow"?