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Wedding bows, or wedding doubts
Weddings are quirky affairs. I’ve attended a few over the past seventy years. Some were simple homegrown gatherings, some slightly more traditional with a touch of elegance. Some had that Fleetwood Mac “You Make Loving Fun” vibe, and a couple had a weird, cringey vibe that made me feel slightly uncomfortable. They had that Bob Dylan “It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart” vibe.
I walked away from one wedding saying, “These two ain’t gonna last six months.” Three months later, they separated. It was palpable. Everything about that wedding felt phony and forced.
Let’s move on to better things.
asked us to tell a story about a wedding that stands out in our memory. I took the easy route and chose a story close to home.
This week, fifteen years ago, my daughter Zoë married Tai at the University of British Columbia Boathouse, a unique floating venue with spectacular waterfront views. The setting framed a warm, festive event that projected minimalist, subdued elegance.
