It was the kind of wedding that makes me thank the universe for my wacky friend karma.
Also, the kind of wedding that makes me wish I weren't navigationally impaired. The construction detour signs led us astray, and we missed the ceremony.
Fortunately, we didn't miss the nigh-hallucinatory sight of the zombies and the zombie hunters on the dance floor struggling to remember fragments of the choreography to Michael Jackson's "Thriller".
How could we tell they were zombie hunters? They had official zombie-hunting gear, some of it emblazoned with the motto, "We make dead things deader." Next time you face a zombie horde, you'll know who to call.
Oh, and there were marzipan pumpkins. I thought Pat was out of his mind to make his own wedding cake, and maybe he was, but...but...marzipan pumpkins! What could be better than that?
It was, withal, such a good time that sleepymaggie and padmaclynne are just going to have to get married again next year.