Some believe Halloween a perfect time for wedding

Matrimony: Baltimore-area residents dress the part to exchange marriage vows.

November 01, 2001|By Carl Schoettler | Carl Schoettler,SUN STAFF

The bride wore black for her Halloween wedding at the Baltimore City Courthouse - black vinyl, black lace and black boots.

Karen Lambert, a.k.a. "Gypsy," turned up totally Goth for her wedding to Michael Feifer, who looked more like Edgar Allan Poe's funeral director in his 19th-century formalwear.

They came up from Kent Island where they've just moved. Mike works for the master guitar maker Paul Reed Smith, and Gypsy works at McDonald's.

They've been planning a Halloween wedding for a long time. Gypsy professes to be a follower of Wicca, the benign witchcraft. Mike just likes to have fun.

"Originally she wanted it to be in a graveyard," said Gypsy's aunt, Marie Keesler, of Rosedale.

"I love bats and spiders," said the 28-year-old Gypsy, while waiting for John Wankmiller, a deputy court clerk, to finalize the papers for the wedding. "They're just beautiful."

She has a handsome bat tattooed on the left side of her neck. Cobwebs and spiders were worked into the lace top above the bit of fur at the bustier of her form-fitting vinyl gown, a creation from Fashion for Exstacy, of Highlandtown. She wore a necklace with a spider motif, perhaps Aztec. She was modestly pierced, with only a couple of earrings, and a gold ball on her tongue.

Wankmiller said costumed couples often show for weddings at the courthouse on Halloween. It's a bit of a tradition. But the current crisis has inhibited some people.

"We really wanted to dress up," said Christie Kincaid, 26, emerging from the courthouse with her new husband, Darryl Feder, 24. "But we were afraid they wouldn't let us through security.

"I wanted to be Elvira," she said. Elvira is, of course, the busty TV horror-show hostess and a favorite Halloween image. "I wanted it to be different."

She got married in a red suede jacket and red pants. Darryl was pretty informal in a gray crew-neck sweater. They just moved to Glen Burnie.

So why get married on Halloween?

"Why not?" said Mike, who's 24. "What is the difference? It's Wednesday. Why not? We figured Halloween we could have a lot of fun. A lot of weddings are formal, and on Halloween we could dress up and have a lot of fun."

But Tara Hatcher, of Dundalk, floating by the courthouse from a lawyer's office in a black angel outfit said no: "I wouldn't get married on Halloween. I might get divorced."

Gypsy and Mike went up to the courthouse chapel where Frank Conaway, the court clerk in natty a gray chalk-striped double-breasted suit, conducted the ceremony under a bower of fake white flowers and white chiffon.

Gypsy carried a bouquet of black silk roses and orchids in purple and white. Her daughter, Samatha, 13, equally Goth and more pierced, was the maid of honor.

Everybody left happily for a family reception. The new bride and groom would start their honeymoon a little later at the Blue Star Motel on Pulaski Highway in White Marsh. Gypsy's older sister, Anna Marie, reserved them a room as a wedding present.

It was a perfect Halloween wedding day in Baltimore.

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