Planning a wedding has proven to be slightly more complicated than one of our
Thanksgiving gatherings. This is like a soft version of a serious campaign. Ever
since announcing the date at around the time of the failed Mayan doomsday, there
has been this crazed outpouring of support from all corners.
The first
milestone was getting the date (Sunday, Aug 4) to hold the wedding at Cafe
Mundo.
http://www.cafemundo.us/
Thru the fog and the murk of ages,
Mundo has served as the throbbing community heart of the alt crowd, (as opposed
to the bucktoothed bowlegged crowd of Newport) in Nye Beach. It has been a hub
of too many happenings to catalog in my time in Newport.
This is also
where I met Terry almost three years ago, during a classic Mundo combo of
community theater in the round followed by open mic. That night i did my usual
SPUII (Spoken Word Under the Influence), of a piece i was writing while carrying
on a conversation with this intriguing gal. Terry, likewise interested, tells me
this sealed the deal.
So really folks, where else could we hold this
gathering?
Yep, Mundo has an eclectic legacy and an impressively
talented core of supporters, offering up music, dance, performance, gathering
space and creative commons.
Over the years of back and forth between
Portland and Newport, Terry has been delighted that the Nye beach community has
embraced her as well.
For my part, I have always had a Portland
predisposition, that i carried with by moving to Newport. It is cool that I have
a second home in the Rose City (for the first time since 1994.)
At the
beach, the tide flushes in and out. Logs roll, ships go down, and seabirds
careen. Climbing the lighthouse to send shadow plays over the dark waters, the
word went out, and the response has been great.
Flowers? Melinda of the
venerable "beav-siege" sauna is growing them special. Fish? Local tuna has been
promised at wholesale, Rachel has offered to kick in for a food donation.
An officiator? After some surreal rounds on searching for a fisher poet
sea captain to preside, we have landed on a white-water captain Ralph, our
favorite jack-mormon with a Church of Universal Life (box top authorized)
accreditation. Heck, any fisherman worth his salt will be offshore that day
anyway, but at least Ralph has already RSVP'd.
There are a few other
surprises in hand, and i don't want to be a spoiler, so I'll spare your more
previews of coming attractions.
Potluck Considerations
We realize the
difficulty for some of the attendees who are traveling and don't have access to
a kitchen or refrigeration, so we are asking locals to triple their recipes. We
will come up with a plan to coordinate the potluck. Honestly. Stay tuna for more
details.
Planning this has been a bit of a welcome respite to dwelling on
the screaming madness of our times. What does us better as a community, than to
come together to celebrate? Shit dang, its always worked for me. So much
planning has been plowed into this day, that it seems bizarre that friends and
family will pop up simultaneously, and then--boop--dissipate back to their
various lives. Hosting hosting genes ourselves, we are delighted that so many of
you are going to be attending, but can already see we won't have time to hang
with so many of you.