Well, if you're here visiting, chances are you're one of Cetach or Myra's friends or family who have been invited to our wedding. Or, it could just be that this site popped up after you did a search for medieval, porn and nunchucks... who really knows? Anyway, welcome. I hope you find your information or are just diverted pleasantly for several minutes.
This site is a work in progress and will continue to be so, even after the wedding and honeymoon so that we can share this momentous event with our friends.
Why was there broken wax at the bottom of the invitation?
How Cetach bought Myra from her Dad.
Important information that was included with your invitation but you've long since lost:
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The wedding will be held at the Chapel at Camp Bucoco in Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania. It's scheduled to start at 3:00pm and be followed by merriment and feasting in the dining hall. Get there early. Cetach hates starting things late.
All guests are requested to wear medieval/renaissance attire. Yes, that means you. Follow the Garb link for tips for those medievally challenged. And no, you don't have to wear tights or a cod piece. And no, it's not worth me explaining to you what a cod piece is if you don't already know. If you really think you can't handle wearing something medieval, we'll have some tabards with our arms quartered on them. It'll look something like the shield to the right. I'm guessing you really don't want to wear something that looks like that over your street clothes so you'd better start planning your outfit now.
Well, we thought it would be cool to seal the invitations with wax. So we bought wax, melted wax, poured wax and pressed cool celtic designs into the wax. They turned out great, like this one to the left. And wouldn't you know it, candle wax and sealing wax are two different things. So instead of a cool medieval wax sealed document, our guests received lumps of wax crushed and mangled by the postal service. Lesson learned. The next time we get married, we're using hardened modelling clay. What's that dear, we only get to do this once? Damn!
We had been dating somewhere around six months when her Dad came up from Tennessee for a visit. So we met him and her oldest brother, Tim, at Eat n Park for dinner. She introduced me as Cetach, like she always does cause she can't remember my mundane name.
I informed her Dad that in Gaelic, Cetach means he who has hundreds of cattle. He nodded knowingly as I continued telling that in the custom in my country, when a man is interested in a woman he must come to terms with her father.
To this, I offered several cattle for the hand of his daughter. I then took several "cattle" from my pocket and placed them on the table.
Her Dad sat, pensively looking at the plastic cows on the table. He replied, quite seriously, "I think she's worth more than that." I was prepared for this. Drawing my hand out of my pocked I countered, "And these chickens."
I could tell he was still unimpressed so I played the ace up my sleeve, "and also my prized impala, Reggie."
There was nothing he could say to this but, deal. We shook hands and he joyfully warned me that he was probably getting the better end of the deal. Of that, I have no doubt.
And her brother? He sat there, jaw in his lap, amazed.
• The ceremony will be held at the chapel at 3:00. Seating is
limited so arrive early and claim the good spots.
• The reception will follow at the Dining Hall.
• All guests are requested to wear medieval/renaissance attire.
• Inappropriately attired guests will be lent appropriate garb.
• Don’t make us dress you. You may not like it, but we’ll be amused.
• Guests are encouraged to wear swords and daggers and bring other medieval weaponry because the groom secretly hopes the proceedings will be interrupted by barbarian hordes. He’s itching for a fight and the bride wouldn’t mind kicking some butt either.
• Please contact us with dietary restrictions for the feast.