Ode2Fatty

A Tale of 2 Weddings

Went to 2 weddings this weekend. We are now professional Wedding Guests - we dance, we mingle, we eat. The two weddings couldn’t have been more different and we had a blast at both.
The first was at the Beverly Hills Hotel and it was very stylish, tasteful and proper. The bride (my friend) looked Melania Knauss-gorgeous with her elegant bouquet of cala lilies and a blinding display of diamonds. The wedding was everything you would expect at the old school BH Hotel and more. One unique touch was that rather than table numbers, the tables were distinguished by names of the places the couple had traveled to - we sat at the New York table. When we sat down, there was a menu card (gold filligree print on cream paper) which set forth the entire meal: lobster bisque; pear-walnut-gorgonzola salad; filet mignon (for me) and ravioli (for Gigante); wedding cake and chocolate fountain! Anyway, I really enjoyed chatting with our table. Ironically, the bride sat me next to a person I have known for 15 years - but the bride had no idea we knew each other! What a fun surprise. I also enjoyed the drunks at our table. One was getting a little sloppy - he was hitting on the wedding singer (and striking out horribly), then he got a little depressed, then he got belligerent and started yelling at my friend's wife (things almost got very interesting). Anyway, a great wedding.

From the home of the legendary Polo Lounge to the heart of Hollywood - the site of our next wedding. The way I would describe it was “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” . . . but Jewish. Our friends really had a blast planning this wedding and there were so many individual touches - it was just a really joyous happy occasion. The bride walked down the “aisle” (there was a fountain in the center of the courtyard) to Bjork’s rendition of “Moon River”. As soon as we got in the reception area, they started a Hava Nagila, and the bride and groom were hoisted into the air on chairs. PK and I held hands in a circle and clapped and stomped - FUN! Then, for the first dance, it wasn’t some bumbled through, sway side-to-side, hope th song is short obligatory dance. My friend (a former dance teacher) and her new husband put on a full routine. What made it even more touching is that he is NOT a dancer and learned an entire program just to make her happy since it meant so much to her. Awww. . . The matron of honor made a toast that had us all dabbing at our eyes. And the food! Wow. Hefty Old Town Buffet portions of salmon wrapped in filo dough. Mmmm. Had to leave early b/c it was a school night so we couldn’t partake in the festivities, but we left with the warm fuzzies afterwards.

Aaah love. Ain’t it grand!

posted by Fatty @ 6:00 AM