‘After all, what’s not to like about a big ole party with champagne and dancing?’
There was a long dry spell there for a while. But I’m happy to report that not only is June bustin’ out all over, but so are the weddings. Not only are we going to a dandy weekend-long affair in a couple of weeks, but we just found out Nephew Chris and Squeeze Sarah are engaged. (I was going to use some corny euphemism like ‘getting hitched’, ‘tying the knot’, or maybe even ‘making things legal’, but restrained myself. Though I could not resist saying ‘Squeeze’. Oh well.)
The long dry spell was because The Dude and I are long past the stage of going-to-friends’-and-relatives’ weddings and have finally broken into going-to-friends’-and-relatives’-kids’ weddings. (There was a blip in there with a few do-overs, including my own, but not many, I’m sad/happy to say. My First Wedding is now a fond memory and funny story called ‘My Polio-Shot Marriage.’)
Sometimes for these kids-of-friends weddings, we have to study up in advance, since in many cases, we haven’t even met the bride and/or groom. Does that bother us? Heck no! We just look for the couple in the tux and (most of the time) long white gown who were standing up front or under the chuppa in the church/garden/country-club-or-equally-fabulous-venue, wish them a happy future, then head for the champagne fountain and the dance floor. (Oh, and in case you were wondering — yes, we’re good with gifts.)
Speaking of fabulous, I suppose the most over-the-top wedding in my personal wedding-going experience was the Wedding in Rome. You can read all about its fantasticalness in ‘La Dolce Vita and Me’. But in case you’re in a rush, this was the one where I shared Business Class with Britney Spears, got escorted into the Vatican by the Swiss Guard, and danced all night on the Spanish Steps before being caught in an Italy-wide power blackout.
Of course you don’t have to have a big wedding — or even a wedding at all — to make a marriage “stick”. The Dude and I, as you Constant Readers out there know, had what could be best termed a Mini Wedding: vows in a chapel at the UN, followed by a hotdog stand photo op across the street, then a Carvel wedding cake (true!) shared with our parents before leaving for our marital Road Trip through Portugal, Spain and Morocco, where we memorably crashed at Malcolm Forbes’ pad in Tangiers. (You can read about our honeymoon hijinks in ‘The Cave of Our Marriage’ and ‘Malcolm and The Duchess’, if so inclined.)
Mainly, though, the weddings I remember most, and most fondly, don’t have much to do with the fancy-factor or even with the venue. They have to do with the people who were there and the memories that were made.
Like, there was Cousin Christine’s wedding. This was a rather simple affair (church service followed by reception in her parents’ garden) which came to be known in family lore as the Wedding Where We Kept Losing Baby Matt. (Yes, this is the same Matt who just got married himself.) Matt, who is The Dude’s Sister’s Second Son, was a babe in arms who kept getting passed around as the Adults in Charge swigged champagne. “Who has Matt?” became a recurring refrain as the evening wore on. Luckily, he was found safe and sound in his crib the next morning. Though, to this very day, no one can be quite sure who put him there.
And, of course, there were the Weddings of My Siblings, like Middle Younger Brother Roger’s (see photo at the top of this post) where everyone, even all the littlest cousins, danced under the Chicago stars. And my Only Sister Laura’s, where I served my one-and-only stint as a bridesmaid. (Funny, I was a bride twice, but a bridesmaid only once. Go figure.) This was the wedding where, in the receiving line, I was greeted warmly by a handsome grown-up man who clasped my hand and asked “Do you remember me? You used to be my babysitter!“
I could go on and on, because I’ve been fortunate to have been invited to many a fine — and memorable — wedding. But time marches on, and so must I. But, in closing, if you find yourself with a hole in your guest list, think of me. I clean up nice, kneel if required, never hog the buffet or the dance floor — and always give good gift.
New York City. June 2017
17 thoughts on ““I do, I do. I really do like weddings.””
Love that the Dude still has a style of his own, based on the white shirt w/red stripes and bow tie I believe he is wearing in most recent photo of you two attending a wedding. I can see that your style, like mine, is still and always “classic.” I was married in a white suit myself. Or maybe it was off white being as how I was already 4 months pregnant at the time. It was a little ruffle and embroiderly, as I recall, and hung in its plastic bag in my closet in hopes that I might be able to wear it again someday. Alas, I could never lose that last ten pounds of baby weight.
We were married in the morning at Waimea Falls, just the two of us, and by the afternoon were back to having sex on the beach, really in the water, we had a little modesty after all. I highly recommend this arrangement to any and all who marry later in life, like OMG, at age 35!
It’s looking like that might be at least close to the age when my own kids take the plunge. The oldest one, who was in my tummy when I got married, is seriously considering taking that step with her long time boyfriend. Oddly, I had a dream about them last night, in which this same young man, whom I like very much and is a quiet and sensitive soul, punched me in the nose!
Oh my! Just “oh my”! You certainly have had a definitely-not-boring life. Thanks for chiming in!
I promise if Mr Fletche and I ever renew our vows you’ll be top of the guest list 😀
I’ll take you up on that, Ms. Fletche! xoxo
100% love a good wedding!!!
Me too! And 200% love a good comment (!)
Now o love a good wedding and all but I love the big hair most. And a hotdog reception. Supreme cool points for that!
Yes, it was fun. Both the hotdog reception AND the big hair. (BTW, The Dude didn’t have Big Hair, but at least he had SOME hair.) Thanks for stopping by!
The Henry weddings have always been interesting and fun, even your number one was the hottest day ever. That evening a waiter at the Wil-Char spilled a full glass of ice water on me and I didn’t mind a bit. After all, that’s when polyester had come in style and my new dress did very well! Ha, ha.
Nothing like a refreshing glass of cold water on a hot day! (But preferably not all over a dress!) Funny the things you remember. Someone gave us a bottle of chianti as a wedding gift, a big bottle wrapped in raffia. We put it in the trunk of our get-away car, and it was so hot it exploded. That car probably STILL smells like red wine!
I, too, love weddings! We just got married last year, in Mexico! (I highly recommend– it was SO. FUN.) We’re at that time in our lives though, where we have a seemingly never-ending stream of weddings. We had seven last year!
Jealous! Both of your fab wedding AND your seemingly never-ending wedding stream. Not to sound all over-the-hill and crotchety, but once your nearest and dearest have all tied the knot you’re sure to hit a loooong weddingless fallow period — when you’ll be wishing you had a few to go to. Though seven does sound like a LOT. (You can always have me ‘sub’ for you) xoxo
Haha sounds good! ?
Ah, weddings. It’s that time of year, isn’t it? After a while, everyone is pretty much married (of the nieces and nephews). Next round, we all get wheeled in. You were the prettiest of brides, Alice.
I love that we’re getting to ‘the next round’ with our weddings! And I love that you find the nicest things to say, judyrobbinsart!