Not merely a wedding, good traveler, but a gathering of merry souls. There shall be a brief exchange of vows, abundant food and drink, laughter enough to startle the birds, music to stir weary feet, and ample opportunity to loiter suspiciously among the vines as though thou hast important business with the fae. Pray arrive prepared for whimsy. The ordinary has been politely asked to stay home.

Indeed. The bar shall be open, the libations plentiful, and poor decisions available in moderation. Do mind thy manners, hydrate betwixt goblets, and refrain from attempting to challenge the local wildlife to feats of strength.

Fear not. We have spared thee the ancient custom of roasting politely in the August sun whilst two betrothed gaze wistfully into one another’s eyes for the better part of an hour. A brief exchange of rings shall suffice, a kiss shall be stolen, parchment shall be signed, and then—without unnecessary fanfare—we shall proceed directly to feasting, revelry, and general tomfoolery.

Come comfortable, but if your outfit has a bit of flair, you’ve understood the quest.

Your presence is treasure enough. But should you insist on filling our coffers, a contribution to our honeymoon fund would be gratefully received.