One Great Time.
Another One Bites the Dust
Linus ' wedding was a complete success, both for the couple and for this kid, who was dragged kicking and screaming going into the evening.
I rolled up with two friends and we met the groom outside the venue and chatted while photographs were taken of the afternoon's previously scheduled wedding party. Linus was not in the least bit nervous, and wasn't liquored up either, as I suspected was the reason for his coolness. The hour struck and we all went to the site of the ceremoney and took our places.
The ceremony was held, for all intents and purposes, over the water and outdoors. I'd say maybe 30 to 45 people attended the ceremony, so it was very intimate.
And quick. Did I mention Quick? The ceremony was conducted in, I'd say, no more than twenty minutes. They must have had my comfort in mind. Short, Sweet, and very Classy.
The reception was a blast. Dinner was tasty, the cake cutting and toasts conducted with dignity and style, and dancing was nice too. Mingling was kind of tentative, as I suspected that since Rafiki and I hung together for most of the evening, and we were both absolutely stunningly dressed, we intimidated all the single female guests. They must have been too frightened to come over and flirt. Insert chuckle here.
The bouquet tossing wasn't a cage match, which is always a good thing, because a good bouquet tossing should never include a trip to the trauma center. What was really funny was the garter toss. Linus flexed the garter with one hand aiming over his shoulder and the other pulling back. As he randomly changed his aim, the single men kept shuffling out of the way or grabbing a neighbor by the collar and shoving them between themselves and the aimed garter. Wait a minute. Was that just me? Nope. They all did this....
The music was slow dance friendly, mixed in with some faster stuff. For those of you who don't know Linus, he is a Pulp Fiction Fanatic. So when a lot of tunes used in the soundtrack came on for the dance floor, I knew he had his say in this matter. When the Chuck Berry song used in the Thurman/Travolta twist contest came on over the sound system. Linus and I were out there in a flash, twising away with the rest of the group. Since the Best Man was a fellow Parrothead, Some Buffett was thrown in too.
The kicker, and the highlight of the whole evening occurred while I was walking back to the ballroom after a visit to the restroom. I heard the intro to Summer Wind by Frank Sinatra being played. I sprinted back to the ball room, grabbed the hand of the most beautiful girl at the reception, and headed to the dance floor, where I danced to one of my favorite songs of all time with an absolutely gorgeous creature. That probably won't happen again in this kid's lifetime.
All in all, it was the kind of evening that gives you the same afterglow of a week of vacation. A total release, as well as a joyous evening. Linus. You and the Missus done alright...
Linus ' wedding was a complete success, both for the couple and for this kid, who was dragged kicking and screaming going into the evening.
I rolled up with two friends and we met the groom outside the venue and chatted while photographs were taken of the afternoon's previously scheduled wedding party. Linus was not in the least bit nervous, and wasn't liquored up either, as I suspected was the reason for his coolness. The hour struck and we all went to the site of the ceremoney and took our places.
The ceremony was held, for all intents and purposes, over the water and outdoors. I'd say maybe 30 to 45 people attended the ceremony, so it was very intimate.
And quick. Did I mention Quick? The ceremony was conducted in, I'd say, no more than twenty minutes. They must have had my comfort in mind. Short, Sweet, and very Classy.
The reception was a blast. Dinner was tasty, the cake cutting and toasts conducted with dignity and style, and dancing was nice too. Mingling was kind of tentative, as I suspected that since Rafiki and I hung together for most of the evening, and we were both absolutely stunningly dressed, we intimidated all the single female guests. They must have been too frightened to come over and flirt. Insert chuckle here.
The bouquet tossing wasn't a cage match, which is always a good thing, because a good bouquet tossing should never include a trip to the trauma center. What was really funny was the garter toss. Linus flexed the garter with one hand aiming over his shoulder and the other pulling back. As he randomly changed his aim, the single men kept shuffling out of the way or grabbing a neighbor by the collar and shoving them between themselves and the aimed garter. Wait a minute. Was that just me? Nope. They all did this....
The music was slow dance friendly, mixed in with some faster stuff. For those of you who don't know Linus, he is a Pulp Fiction Fanatic. So when a lot of tunes used in the soundtrack came on for the dance floor, I knew he had his say in this matter. When the Chuck Berry song used in the Thurman/Travolta twist contest came on over the sound system. Linus and I were out there in a flash, twising away with the rest of the group. Since the Best Man was a fellow Parrothead, Some Buffett was thrown in too.
The kicker, and the highlight of the whole evening occurred while I was walking back to the ballroom after a visit to the restroom. I heard the intro to Summer Wind by Frank Sinatra being played. I sprinted back to the ball room, grabbed the hand of the most beautiful girl at the reception, and headed to the dance floor, where I danced to one of my favorite songs of all time with an absolutely gorgeous creature. That probably won't happen again in this kid's lifetime.
All in all, it was the kind of evening that gives you the same afterglow of a week of vacation. A total release, as well as a joyous evening. Linus. You and the Missus done alright...
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