Rule 36

My daughter and her fiance decided to get married in Estes Park, Colorado with the famous Stanley Hotel as the venue. Talk about shopping around for a good deal.  Off season discounts rule!  They got married on a Thursday in March. We lucked out, and it didn't snow. The reduced rates spread to cakes, flowers, meals, and lodging. It was cheaper for both families to trek to Colorado than stay home.

The families met in Estes and had a wonderful time exploring the mountain park, shopping, and eating. If you visit, don't miss the glass blowers.











They had a small, intimate ceremony in the Music Room with immediate family and a few close college friends. Their friends were all photography majors and they as well as my husband were bristling with lenses. There was no lack of great pictures. Most couples arrange the room so the bride and groom stand in front of the windows and the audience can look out at the mountains. We turned the furniture sideways and made an altar out of the alcove where the grand piano sits.

Despite the fact friends and family surrounded her, my daughter guarded the key to their room with her life, and only let one trusted gff hold it.

At the supper, the choices were some kind of beef steak and pecan crusted salmon. You must order the salmon if you go to the Stanley.

During the reception, my new son-in-law's brother accompanied himself on the piano and sang a song he wrote. The matron of honor roasted my son, her cousin, instead of toasting the bride and groom. My mom said she felt a little queasy and asked the bartender for some soda crackers to settle her stomach.

We had the room rented until 11:00 P.M.  The management gave us a fifteen minute warning, then kicked us out. The next morning, the newlyweds went around visiting with everyone before taking off on their honeymoon. For a blushing bride, my daughter was in a foul humor.

"Who crackered our bed?"

No one admitted it. Since they had the room next to #217, the ghost room, someone joked it was a supernatural event. I said crackers in the sheets were nothing compared to being in a four-car pileup on your honeymoon. (See my July 30 post.) After they left, my mother confided that she had done it.

Get outta here!

No one told the newlyweds. Months later, a cousin just happened to mention the incident in their hearing.

Rule 36. Sometimes, when you least expect it, when you don't even see it coming, Grandma will prank you.


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Mouth-blown glass