The happy news of the Chiefs Educator and Bride pending nuptials contains one tiny kernel of sadness: the surprise wedding the CFO and I were planning to throw for them in August 2008 is now called off. It was going to kick ass. We were going to plan a beach trip with the four of us, but beforehand secretly invite a big bunch of friends and family out to the beach as well. Our group would basically take over an Oregon coast beachfront hotel, K-Sig house-dance style.

Everyone would be at the hotel ahead of time. The four of us would show up, go out on the beach and everyone would be there and yell “Surprise! You’re getting married!” I’d have a tuxedo jacket (maybe a tuxedo t-shirt?) ready for the groom, and a veil for the bride. The rest of the wedding party would be in Hawaiian shirts or hula skirts as appropriate. Noho’s and the Pelican Brew Pub would cater, and a Hawaii-style band would play. I’d have a judge on hand to make it official, with special vows written for them by the CEO. A party at the beach and at the end of it the two of them are married? Awesomeness potential: very high. Hell, maybe we’ll do it anyway.