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Once the sun went down, we lit a lantern and filled the inside with tea lights so it shimmered in the distance, our own little shrine. An aunt hand-made glass beads which held the names of family members who are no longer with us. In a field, a bit removed from the Pavilion, we set up what we lovingly referred to as our “Memory Tent”, filled with photos, artwork, books, flowers and special mementos. (Cory sobbed when she had to leave them.) The Hudson Botanica team created a primordial forest, straight from the depths of our deepest dreams. They framed a long banner that read “Growing Strong, Growing Strange,” a line from one of our favourite movies and a testament to how we try to navigate life. Two featured our beloved cats, Monsieur Gustave and Trashcan Judy. The first email we sent to Gather Greene read: “Imagine a young Frida Kahlo attending summer camp in the Catskills in 1972, making out with Sam Shakusky of Moonrise Kingdom, on the set of Wet Hot American Summer.” We worked with Oxford Pennant to create giant banners that we hung from the rafters.

We had people join us from New York, Florida, California, even from Portugal, Israel and Australia.

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We wanted a full weekend that celebrated the beautifully strange and eclectic community we’ve built together. We had no interest in a traditional wedding that was about us as a couple or celebrating each other as individuals. We knew from the beginning that it was going to be a big party. But the moment it finally happened - on a cliff overlooking the Pacific with no one around but a mother and baby cow - was a fantastic, magical blur. Chris nervously carried his backpack everywhere with him, from grabbing morning coffee to hiking and even into the bathroom, so Cory knew that Chris was going to propose the entire day. We were roadtripping down the California coast in Big Sur. We had been together for almost eight years by the time of the proposal. Cory had moved back to the east coast after a stint in San Francisco and was trying to figure out what was next.

Chris wandered up to a spot at the bar next to Cory, who started the conversation.Ĭhris had moved to Washington DC to start graduate school after two years as a ski bum. We met at a beach bar about 20 minutes before last call.