Let me tell you that I derive more enjoyment from SL Ceremonies, especially weddings, than those in RL.
After all, what chance do I have in RL of officiating in my very own cathedral, based on the Wells Cathedral in Somerset, England? Then there’s my private beach with the Kampong, copied from a gorgeous longhouse in Bali. The beach is landscaped like Darwin, Australia, and I like nothing better than to relax with my 2 pooches from the Virtual Kennel Club and gaze at the sunset. I have had some lovely weddings here.
I’ve also performed weddings in the clouds, in deep leafy forests, in fairy dells, in chalets in the snow and, on one memorable occasion, underwater
The brides are all beautiful too 
I cheerfully tell all and sundry that I have the best job in SL. Weddings. People are happy at weddings and, because it’s contagious, I break out all over in a rash of bliss.
However, sometimes they don’t all run as smoothly as you would wish and I remember well (too well) the blips and glitches that mark some weddings out more than others.
There’s always an element of luck involved in getting people together, on their best behaviour, in the same place at the same time. All sorts of little things don’t run to plan.
Little things like crashing Brides, the boxes appearing on various heads, the unexpected latecomers who TP in on top of the Groom, the vanishing rings and inexplicable disappearance of the Best Man. And why is there, so often and so awfully, the one guest who arrives dragging a 40k inventory, wearing 300 prim hair and enough bling to light up a small town for 12 hours?
But these are just annoyances. Mind you, I’ve had some doozies too.
I had a horror of a morning once when a landowner didn’t add me to the access list. Every time I tried to TP in, I ended up somewhere in the bowels of the earth, orbiting at 800m or crashing savagely. My IMs weren’t seen (easy enough when you have more than four IM windows open) and I ended up having to send pleas to numerous people whom I knew to be guests : “Pass on a message , please”. By the time it was all cleared up and I was at the altar ready to roll — the guests were (after half an hour of waiting) in various stages of high jollity and quite possibly high inebriation.
Nevertheless, the couple were married and the guests enjoyed themselves. A good outcome
The changeover between churches is a long story, I won’t bore you with it. Heaven knows, I bore myself with it. I’ll write a post about the most excellent builder of my first church Loki Ball a little later .
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