I don’t know if any of you remember me mentioning, a few months back, that I was honored by a couple getting married and asked to do a poem as part of their wedding ceremony.
The wedding was held in a gorgeous old mansion in town (Atlanta) on a Friday night. The actual ceremony took place in the garden – the evening was beautiful – and we happily assembled outside, preparing for the formal rites.
I was invited to hang out with the crew after the rehearsal and the groom’s mother cooked up a storm. Homemade fried rice – noodles – homemade eggrolls – much better fare than any restaurant and I felt right at home at the couple’s gorgeous house. Ater dinner the guys ‘generously’ invited me to hang out with them in the basement. I should have known that they were pros – they had a real poker table set up just like at the casinos. I innocently anted up my hard earned money and was taken to the cleaners in the first couple of rounds.
Since the wedding was held in a lovely old mansion, I expected a sedate reception with chamber music playing discreetly in the background. Instead the crowd partied like it was 1999. The bride and groom made sure that there were no strangers at their reception. We all hung out together like old friends and I had a blast!
I’m looking forward to the first anniversary party!