It's been implied that, in this world of Facebook and Twitter, nothing longer than a few paragraphs will be read on this blog, so I will just list some of the highlights:
- Just like the werewolf's hair, the setting was perfect. This includes the building, the location, the decorations, and the trail.
- Getting everything started with the contradance was a stroke of genius. Bill, Pete and I took our turns as the opposite sex.
- The bride and groom were radiant. As in the Princess Bride, I'm glossing over the wedding preparations, but I must mention the next point.
- The food and drink were embarrassingly good. The amount of time and effort Steve and Jo made in preparation of the ceremony must have been staggering.
- There was a special guest appearance by Jackson, a miracle by no stretch of the imagination.
- Pretty much anything you could imagine that could happen on a dance floor, happened, including a taste of break dancing.
- I think Sean picked up a couple of eligible sweet young Maine maidens.
- The Rhumb Line lived up to its name, and then some, with exercise room, outdoor hot tub, and free breakfast. I mean, "included."
- Kennebunkport was very nice as long as you kept moving.
- I, personally, was entertained and educated by John and Ellen during the long ride up and back from Harrisburg. We pretty much touched on every topic. I got to learn about 17th century America and England from John and enjoyed some outstanding writing by Ellen.
- In usual family fashion, everything was well planned and organized while mindful of play.
- The wedding provided moments of poignancy, camaraderie, and hilarity. Thank you Steve and Jo and everyone who brought their festive imaginations. And as far as I know, there were no injuries!
3 comments:
There's a joke in "rhumb line" which seems obvious yet remains elusive. Rhumb of course sounds the same as the more common word rum. During prohibition, the three-mile limit of U.S. jurisdiction became known as "the Rum Line," where large boats could sell their wares to the smaller, local fishing-boats without violating U.S. law. Even today, if people were to queue up to buy rum, it might be called a rum line. "Is this the line to buy whiskey?" "No, it's the rum line." Someone whose trade or occupation involved the manufacture or sale of rum might be said to be in the rum line of work.
And dancers at a wedding reception might form a rumba line.
Rum also means odd, strange, queer (a rum fellow) or problematic; difficult ("Life's a rum go, Guv'nor, and that's the truth." Bert in Mary Poppins). A particularly lame or awkward pick-up line might be called a rum line. We could say the same of an inept offensive line in football.
Like I say, there's a joke out there somewhere, I just haven't found it yet.
Agreed, and I also will defer to someone with more imagination. Myk provides plenty of clever references. Here are a few more.
Rhumb sounds almost the same as dumb or numb. If your hands went numb and could not change the steering wheel's direction, you would always trace a Great Circle, but if you were too dumb to change your (compass) bearing or heading, you would always trace a rhumb line. Early sailors (dumb, compared with today's sailors) liked rum (aka grog) and followed rhumb lines. It was easier, but slightly longer.
I'm not sure whether they are clever or dumb, but some Muslim groups in North America face Mecca along the rhumb line rather than the most direct Great Circle path. They may be rum (odd), but never with rum (grog).
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