Alright, I guess it's time to post a new NY Times Wedding Announcement. This one isn't so easy to do as it's like a short story about the couple, who they are, how they met, how they courted, and eventually how they got married. Which raises the question who the fuck would care? It's a bit presumptuous to think anyone would really want to know who two random, completely uninteresting people are and how they're relationship would develop.

Anyways, meet Stacia Zukroff and Wyatt Biel. Since the announcement is way to long for anybody to read (including me), here are the highlights:

These are the actual opening paragraphs:

STACIA ZUKROFF treasures a photo of herself taken on the summit of the storied ruins of Machu Picchu, in which she is wearing jeans, an embroidered Peruvian blouse, her waist-length hair tied in a ponytail. She was all of 4 years old.

It is but one image from an eight-month sojourn with her parents through South America that her father, Carl Zukroff, described as a “posthippie spiritual quest.” But for Ms. Zukroff it marked the beginning of her own quest for travel and adventure, which has taken her to more than 50 countries so far.

As a youth, she traveled in the West and took flying lessons.....

After graduating from Bates in 1991, “She came home from college, did all her laundry, and then, that was basically it,” said her father, who is the director of marketing communications for the Museum of Science in Boston. She set out on the road again, this time for Barcelona, Spain

....Enter Wyatt Biel, whose own travels, until he and Ms. Zukroff met in 2001, had been limited to hunting and fishing expeditions in his native Wisconsin...

As a way of trying to expand his social circle in his new hometown, he attended a leadership training workshop and hike organized by the Appalachian Mountain Club. Ms. Zukroff was assigned as his mentor.

She liked him well enough to invite him, some months later, to a holiday party at her house. Mr. Biel, however, had a better offer, and headed to Great Britain — his first trip abroad — to visit a friend.

That might have been the end of the road for Mr. Biel and Ms. Zukroff, as she began a romantic relationship with another man who did attend her party. But months later Ms. Zukroff was single again and thought of Mr. Biel, eight years her junior, when his name came up as a possible co-leader for a club ski outing in New Hampshire.

On the weekend trip, he “flirted outrageously” with her, Ms. Zukroff remembered. “He was extremely attentive and touchy.” After the trip she sent him an e-mail message that read: “Are you really interested in me, or were you just flattering an older woman?

On the weekend trip, he “flirted outrageously” with her, Ms. Zukroff remembered. “He was extremely attentive and touchy.” After the trip she sent him an e-mail message that read: “Are you really interested in me, or were you just flattering an older woman?”

It took Mr. Biel, who did not have e-mail service in his apartment, three days to check his messages on a public library computer. He wrote back: “I’m just being me.”

Ms. Zukroff was perplexed. “I had no idea what that meant,” she said. Yet she found him to be so “cute, persistent and adorable,” she said, that she kept thinking about him.

Shortly thereafter, Ms. Zukroff and Mr. Biel were thrown together again at a first-aid course. When an after-hours group outing to a movie fizzled as members of the group begged off, she invited him to her apartment to watch a movie on cable. They settled on “Autumn in New York,” in which Richard Gere falls for a terminally ill Winona Ryder “A really awful movie,” she said. “But as I watched, I could feel him watching me. When I looked over, he was just grinning ear to ear. And then he kissed me.”

Their romantic adventure had begun....


In 2005, when Ms. Zukroff organized a hike to the 19,341-foot summit of Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania, Mr. Biel was impressed, but disappointed that his classes prevented him from joining her.


At 15,700 feet, Ms. Zukroff said, “I called him on a satellite phone to tell him how much I loved him.”


Later in the day, 80 family members and friends gathered for the wedding in a small room at the lodge that is hung with enormous black-and-white photos of mountains taken by the late Bradford Washburn, an explorer. The couple stood before Kevin M. Kozin, a Universal Life minister who had hiked Mount Kilimanjaro with the bride, and exchanged vows that spoke about how marriage can and should be an adventure, too.

She recited: “I want to travel to the center of your perception of me.

“The place where you and I meet.

“Which, for lack of a better word, we call love.”