No ghost chasing this weekend. Just strangeness and fun of a different kind.
Some months ago while off work and unstable (more than usual) of mind – I agreed to act as wedding celebrant to my pal’s daughter, who wanted a pagan/humanist service in Robin Hood’s Bay.
Yesterday was that day.
Am not a big fan of weddings. Am a bit too unsociable and socially awkward to deal with such a diverse section of people. This one was going to be full of Dungeons and Dragon fanatic LARPing, scientist types. I was also going to have to remain sober. Not least because of being sponsored to stay sober for October (feel free to sponsor me GoSober).
Elderflower cordial is lovely. But it tastes even better with a dash of gin. So, hopped up on anti-anxiety meds and herbal Kalms, I cracked on.
Unusual to ever meet another Kit, let alone be at the same wedding party as one. We would not have been mistaken for one another though, for shizzle.
It was windy as hell, what with the venue being outside, looking out over the beautiful Robin Hood’s Bay. There were robes and feathers blowing akimbo.
I had to tether some of the props down with chains and at one point had to send the best man running across the lawn to stop a sheet of my script disappearing out to sea. Luckily he caught it, otherwise it would have been a much shorter ceremony.
“Good afternoon and welcome….
and……may I present the new Mr and Mrs Edwards”
My lime and soda blew over and left a huge wet stain on the ground where I was to do my Celebrant bit. I hope nobody thought I had pissed myself. Am sure nobody saw. Hopefully it was obscured by the dude doing the reading from a Midsummer Night’s Dream, dressed in a fishing net festooned with party poppers. (Thank goodness I chose at last minute not to wear mine! #awks)
Despite being offered more sponsorship to break my sobriety, I stuck to the elderflower juice and survived. Making good my escape on the bus back to Scarborough as the wine began to kick in for everyone else. Next a train to Leeds and another one to Sadford – a chatty taxi journey and I was on my PJs in the house by 8:15pm.
A long day. But successful in the end.