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The Wedding
Mar. 22nd, 2004 07:14 pmJason and Paula's wedding was yesterday. I got there a bit late--my cab driver seemed a bit lost after trying to go via Broadway and I irritatedly told him the West Side Highway would be better--and I ended up running four blocks, the length of Wall Street, in 2.5 inch CFMs. Anyway, the ceremony was very nice--I was taking mental directorial notes which I will give to Paula and Jason later. ("Jason, good motivation on 'I will!' Paula, need more projection on your vows--good with the tears but it got a little interior there. This isn't film.") Paula looked magnificent in her dress, and it really showcased her bazooms nicely. I metmet Duncan and Jason's friend Chandra (I'd sort of met her once before)--she has a very interesting face, strong and lovely at the same time. Unusual combination. The DJ was beyond irritating--he was bad enough in the beginning (talkedtalkedtalked way too much) but when the dance floor finally started filling up, he would interrupt the flow and say "Okay, now everyone from Florida on the dance floor!...Now everyone do this!..." He did it several times, and I just started leaving every time he started talking. Man, it's hard enough getting people loosened up. Why make people stop what they're doing? Just let 'em dance. We had this awesome groove going with "Billie Jean," everyone was moving and enjoying themselves, and he had to stop it. It was the only disappointing thing about the reception.
There was an open bar--always a good thing, Duncan and I did lemon drops--and lots of yummy hors d'oevres. The buffet was good too, sesame salmon and ravioli and some kind of ribs.
Afterward we trooped up to Jason and Paula's hotel room (I love NYC hotel rooms, they always look like some cool apartment you'd want to live in) and then rode the train up to W. 57th St. to the Holiday Inn where Chandra was staying. Unexpectedly I was exhausted after that. Drinking doesn't get me drunk, it just tires me out. A bunch of us were there--Alex, Donald, Mike, Heidi, Duncan, Jason, Paula, Chandra, Sara, Irving (whose real name I don't recall).
The cake was good.
There was an open bar--always a good thing, Duncan and I did lemon drops--and lots of yummy hors d'oevres. The buffet was good too, sesame salmon and ravioli and some kind of ribs.
Afterward we trooped up to Jason and Paula's hotel room (I love NYC hotel rooms, they always look like some cool apartment you'd want to live in) and then rode the train up to W. 57th St. to the Holiday Inn where Chandra was staying. Unexpectedly I was exhausted after that. Drinking doesn't get me drunk, it just tires me out. A bunch of us were there--Alex, Donald, Mike, Heidi, Duncan, Jason, Paula, Chandra, Sara, Irving (whose real name I don't recall).
The cake was good.
