Yet another best-friend is walking down the aisle…and you are one of the small army of bridesmaids…
Everyone slowly shuffles out of the church, laughing and chatting; the festive crowd walking over to the tented reception area.
The Best Man and his entourage look smashing in their dove-gray tails and black and white spats.They all really cleaned up well.
The Bridesmaids size up the Groomsmen and playing “dibs” (dibs on the redhead, dibs on the cute one, dibs on long hair, dibs on tall guy, dibs on the flirt with the twinkling eyes!) And so it begins.
A sea of tables of 10 polka-dot the outdoor reception...stunning arches of red and white balloons frame the entrances. Waiters with trays of cocktails waltz through the throng offering Martinis, a Cosmos, chilled Moscow Mules, or SideCars.
Salute! Cheers! Bottoms Up!
How many weddings to you have to attend before you realize that wedding scene with Sonny, in the Godfather, happens a lot?
And you ponder: Is it lust? Love? Or Liquor?
Hemingway said it best:
Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut. Ernest Hemingway