“Though sages may pour out their wisdom’s treasure,
there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.”
“Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.”
Pardon me, While I kiss… this guy
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
Jennie has been dating Brad for three years.
Each summer, he escapes for four weeks to “go camping with the guys.” Actually, he is playing in the woods with his buddies at the Bohemian Grove at the Russian River. She calls it “Burning Man for old rich guys.”
She has missed having a date for multiple weddings, parties, trips, and really fun weekend outings. People have stopped asking. “Where’s Brad?”
Saturday, she attended an afternoon wedding at the Chapel at Stanford. She looked fabulous as she walked into the packed house-of-God, with two single girl friends.
George saw her walk in and causally moved from the back of the church to a pew behind Jennie.
The minister opened the wedding ceremony with an invitation for everyone to stand and turn and greet those around them. George gave Jennie the warm, double-hand shake, and he lingered a second. She noticed. He was cute!
After the wedding, he nonchalantly walked beside her as the church slowly emptied.
George was single, polite, cute, funny and available. He didn’t belong to the Bohemian Club nor did he have any interest in “playing at the Playa.” They sat together at the reception.
He gave her time to talk to her friends- fetched drinks for the table and scored innumerable points. When he returned to the table with a plate stacked with wedding cupcakes- all the girls swooned. Jennie was very happy.
You snooze, you lose -and then it was, it was buh-bye Brad time.
Jennie and George have been dating for six months.
I left small, subtle hints that it was time for him to leave.
Early on, we both agreed I was the best girlfriend ever.
No doubt about it. I am the classic Peggy Lee W-o-m-a-n – (See below*)
And he had morphed into the quintessential Peggy Lee “Is that all there is?”
“…Then I fell in love, head over heels in love, with the most wonderful boy in the world. We would take long walks by the river or just sit for hours gazing into each other’s eyes.
We were so very much in love. Then one day…..I decided he should go away – hasta la vista, baby… and when I did, I said to myself, “is that all there is to love?”
Ya, baby! So, hit the road, Jack…and, even though his name was Bartholomew – he took a hint.
Once again, learning about love in all the wrong places.…
*I’m a WOMAN
…If you come to me sickly you know I’m gonna make you well
If you come to me all hexed up you know I’m gonna break the spell
If you come to me hungry you know I’m gonna fill you full of grits
If it’s lovin you’re likin, I’ll kiss you and give you the shiverin’ fits
‘Cause I’m a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I’ll say it again!