THE VIRGINIAN-PILOT
Copyright (c) 1994, Landmark Communications, Inc.
DATE: SUNDAY, June 5, 1994 TAG: 9406030225
SECTION: VIRGINIA BEACH BEACON PAGE: 03 EDITION: FINAL
SOURCE: Long
DATELINE: 940605 LENGTH:
12:45 p.m. - Prince of Peace Lutheran Church.
{REST} Jessica Pohle and Brett Lessmann are tying the knot today, and the crowd gathered in the church is eagerly awaiting the start of the ceremony - scheduled for 12:30 p.m.
An organist plays traditional music as the guests whisper among themselves.
But after a few minutes it becomes apparent that something is wrong. The guests keep looking around for the wedding party. When the minister slowly walks to the altar with a smile on his face, the guests stop fidgeting but a few exchange apprehensive glances.
``Uh, oh, which one got cold feet?'' one woman whispers.
Everyone breathes easier after the minister apologizes for the delay and explains that some members of the wedding party have not yet arrived. Some guests laugh and wonder out loud if the groom is still at the bachelor party.
It turns out that a late trip to the beauty salon and heavy traffic delayed two of the bridesmaids.
Finally, at 1 p.m., the wedding party is in place and the ceremony begins.
- Pam Starr
8:40 p.m. - Arctic Avenue.
Anxious to get to the fireworks display, frustrated motorists creep down the two-lane street, searching for parking spaces.
A pair of locals who have ditched their cars in favor of expensive mountain bikes weave in and out of the slow-moving traffic, smiling and giggling at aggravated drivers.
The bikers come to a halt at a stop light, only to be propositioned by a middle-age man and his date, who are cruising in a shiny black Jaguar, stuffed with colorful chairs and beach blankets.
``Hey,'' yells the man driving, who is sporting a pink polo shirt and white hat. ``I'll trade you my car for your bikes.''
Not impressed by the guy's offer, the bikers look at each other, glance at the Jag and take off on their ``prized vehicles'' as soon as the light turns green.
- Holly Wester
11:25 p.m. - Outside The Edge.
Locals and tourists alike wait in line to get into the small bar.
In the long line, hopeful customers find ways to pass the time. Some smoke cigarettes, others chat about weekend events, but most just stare at the bouncer, hoping he will let the next batch in soon.
But one young man cannot handle the wait any longer. He glues his face to the bar's tinted picture window, cups the glass with his rough, chapped hands and glares at the group of beer-wielding customers inside.
After five minutes of clinging to the window, the fellow with the shoulder-length hair begins pleading to the crowd inside. ``Please let me in, I'm a local,'' he cries, softly tapping the glass with his fist. ``I don't know any of y'all! I'm a local!''
His whining draws laughs, not sympathy, from the apathetic bystanders. One in particular, a small redhead, sighs, ``The things some people will do for a beer.''
- Holly Wester
Sunday, May 29
8:15 p.m. - 24th Street Park.
People are dancing to live music and enjoying the cool ocean breeze, waiting for the laser show and fireworks competition. A young mother pushing a baby girl in a stroller stops behind a 30ish couple for a breather. She picks up the baby and dances around, much to the delight of her smiling baby and the surrounding people.
The next song the mom places the baby on the ground and holds her hands, steadying the chunky legs. The baby immediately walks over to another woman and holds out her arms. The woman, a stranger, picks up the girl and holds her for a moment before relinquishing the baby to the mother. Again the baby goes back to the stranger and holds out her arms. Before the woman can pick her up the mother grabs her baby and puts her back in the stroller, ignoring her screams. The mother smiles apologetically to the woman and pushes the stroller to another location.
- Pam Starr
Monday, May 30
2:30 p.m. - Croatan.
A lone plane in the sky drags along a message that may convince some locals to switch their radio dial. It reads: We vote for thongs - 96.1 FM.
- Holly Wester
Tuesday, May 31
5:45 p.m. - Virginia Beach Boulevard and Kings Grant Road.
Bumper sticker of the week.
On the rear bumper of a gray Hyundai. ``Go to church. Don't wait for the hearse to take you.''
- Charles Meads
Wednesday, June 1
5 p.m. - Farm Fresh on Laskin Road.
Sign of the times.
Posted on the supermarket door.
Shirt and shoes required.
No Rollerblades.
- Melinda Forbes
Saturday, May 28
12:45 p.m. - Prince of Peace Lutheran Church.
Jessica Pohle and Brett Lessmann are tying the knot today, and the crowd gathered in the church is eagerly awaiting the start of the ceremony - scheduled for 12:30 p.m.
An organist plays traditional music as the guests whisper among themselves.
But after a few minutes it becomes apparent that something is wrong. The guests keep looking around for the wedding party. When the minister slowly walks to the altar with a smile on his face, the guests stop fidgeting but a few exchange apprehensive glances.
``Uh, oh, which one got cold feet?'' one woman whispers.
Everyone breathes easier after the minister apologizes for the delay and explains that some members of the wedding party have not yet arrived. Some guests laugh and wonder out loud if the groom is still at the bachelor party.
It turns out that a late trip to the beauty salon and heavy traffic delayed two of the bridesmaids.
Finally, at 1 p.m., the wedding party is in place and the ceremony begins.
- Pam Starr
8:40 p.m. - Arctic Avenue.
Anxious to get to the fireworks display, frustrated motorists creep down the two-lane street, searching for parking spaces.
A pair of locals who have ditched their cars in favor of expensive mountain bikes weave in and out of the slow-moving traffic, smiling and giggling at aggravated drivers.
The bikers come to a halt at a stop light, only to be propositioned by a middle-age man and his date, who are cruising in a shiny black Jaguar, stuffed with colorful chairs and beach blankets.
``Hey,'' yells the man driving, who is sporting a pink polo shirt and white hat. ``I'll trade you my car for your bikes.''
Not impressed by the guy's offer, the bikers look at each other, glance at the Jag and take off on their ``prized vehicles'' as soon as the light turns green.
- Holly Wester
11:25 p.m. - Outside The Edge.
Locals and tourists alike wait in line to get into the small bar.
In the long line, hopeful customers find ways to pass the time. Some smoke cigarettes, others chat about weekend events, but most just stare at the bouncer, hoping he will let the next batch in soon.
But one young man cannot handle the wait any longer. He glues his face to the bar's tinted picture window, cups the glass with his rough, chapped hands and glares at the group of beer-wielding customers inside.
After five minutes of clinging to the window, the fellow with the shoulder-length hair begins pleading to the crowd inside. ``Please let me in, I'm a local,'' he cries, softly tapping the glass with his fist. ``I don't know any of y'all! I'm a local!''
His whining draws laughs, not sympathy, from the apathetic bystanders. One in particular, a small redhead, sighs, ``The things some people will do for a beer.''
- Holly Wester
Sunday, May 29
8:15 p.m. - 24th Street Park.
People are dancing to live music and enjoying the cool ocean breeze, waiting for the laser show and fireworks competition. A young mother pushing a baby girl in a stroller stops behind a 30ish couple for a breather. She picks up the baby and dances around, much to the delight of her smiling baby and the surrounding people.
The next song the mom places the baby on the ground and holds her hands, steadying the chunky legs. The baby immediately walks over to another woman and holds out her arms. The woman, a stranger, picks up the girl and holds her for a moment before relinquishing the baby to the mother. Again the baby goes back to the stranger and holds out her arms. Before the woman can pick her up the mother grabs her baby and puts her back in the stroller, ignoring her screams. The mother smiles apologetically to the woman and pushes the stroller to another location.
- Pam Starr
Monday, May 30
2:30 p.m. - Croatan.
A lone plane in the sky drags along a message that may convince some locals to switch their radio dial. It reads: We vote for thongs - 96.1 FM.
- Holly Wester
Tuesday, May 31
5:45 p.m. - Virginia Beach Boulevard and Kings Grant Road.
Bumper sticker of the week.
On the rear bumper of a gray Hyundai. ``Go to church. Don't wait for the hearse to take you.''
- Charles Meads
Wednesday, June 1
5 p.m. - Farm Fresh on Laskin Road.
Sign of the times.
Posted on the supermarket door.
Shirt and shoes required.
No Rollerblades.
- Melinda Forbes
by CNB