Bornyo, my niece had an outdoor wedding on Labor Day weekend in 2002. It was at a gazebo in a little veterans memorial section of the city park. There was a WWII era tank on one side of the gazebo and a Vietnam era helicopter on the other. For chairs they used haybales with either sheets or tablecloths over the top of them. It was at least 95 degrees that day with the same type of wind you experienced. They had some three year old kid as the ring bearer. The best man pulled him up to the altar in a little red wagon. It was also weird because her grandfather (my father) was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer a couple of months before. Doctors could not get all of it and he died about six months later but he may have not even made the wedding without the operation. I sat next to one of my uncles who took a walk for exercise every day and seemed healthy as a mule. Two weeks later while he was unloading groceries on his kitchen table he had a heart attack and was dead by the time he hit the floor. This marriage lasted maybe three years.