I got 15 minutes back in 1995, when I got married. In May of 1994, I proposed to my wife at the Virginia Renaissance Festival, which was then held in Norfolk at Town Point Park on the river. We were there as members of a local medievalist group, and my character was supposed to propose to hers as part of "roleplay". Well, I decided to ask for real, and she accepted.
A couple of months later, we called Norfolk Festevents to discuss the possibility of getting married at the next Festival. We weren't looking for handouts or anything, but little did we know. A few weeks later, we got a call to come down to their office. It seems that they had been looking for a theme for the festival, and we dropped one in their lap. Our wedding became the centerpiece for 1995's Romantic Renaissance Weekend. On Saturday, we would be married in the presence of the King and Queen and the royal court. On Sunday, willing couples would be encouraged to renew their vows before the King in the garden where we were wed.
It was an interesting experience, in the Chinese sense of the word. Festevents paid nearly all the costs associated with the wedding. We only had to pay for the Marriage Commissioner who performed the ceremony, and for our own costumes, which were made by her mother. Music was provided by Iona, a Celtic trio, at no cost. The space at the Park was provided for no cost. The list goes on.
There was a story about us in The Virginian Pilot (newspaper). Another publication, Portfolio, declared our wedding their "Pick of the Week". We were married in public, and hundreds of people showed up. We were even on the local TV news, though we never got to see the story. You can see a photo from the ceremony here:
http://www.geocities.com/ancientbirch/
(the names underneath are old, old Yahoo IDs)
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