You know it's an endurance rider's wedding when:
Finding a florest is easy. Finding one who will include wild oat
and carrots in your bouquets and arrangements is tough.
There's no point in hiring a band for the reception because the only
entertainment required is the new Karahty colt out back.
The reception dinner looks suspiciously like a ride barbecue, except
everyone smells better.
You've already made polite inquiries as to whether Orthoflex and the
local hay broker have a bridal registry.
Instead of sending out individual invitations you've considered just
running an ad in ENDURANCE NEWS.
Nobody would think it a little strange if you forgot to remove your
spurs before walking down the isle.
You've had to warn the valets that most of the vehicles they'll be
parking will be pickups, have campers or be pulling (what seems like
permanently attached) horse trailers.
There are eight horses picketed on the front lawn during the reception.
During the "receiving line", you introduce every one by: "This is
Kathy, 2100 career miles" or "This is Ed, he top tenned at Death Valley last
year."
No one things it odd that two of the attendents in your wedding
party are dogs, as in Border Collies, the furry kind with wagging tails.
The sawdust and straw scattered fetchingly across the floor is not
because of a charming country theme, its just that theres a brisk wind
coming from the direction of the barn.
You have a sneaking suspicion the only reason he's marrying you is
because it's the only way he'll ever get to ride your best gelding.
Everyone is right at home with Gatorade in the punch bowl and cut up
power bars for hors d'oeuvres
You use survey tape ribbon to mark the isle of the church.
I'm sure there'll be more as we get closer to the wedding date!