Wedding Weekend

We traveled to Boston this weekend and found ourselves basking in the first August weekend of the year in Beacon Hill. The weather had not been different from how we left it in Manhattan but on Sunday, the heat and humidity had dissipated and paved the way for a perfect garden wedding.

The nuptials was a union of a tres charmant French bride and a charming Italian-American groom. The end result was more than 15 cases of wine for general consumption. And that didn't include the champagne that flowed starting at breakfast with the mimosas.

It was one of the best weddings I have attended for a while. The food was sumptious - simple but freshly prepared starting with breakfast that quickly segued to lunch after a one-hour intermission when waiters walked around peddling exquisite French and Belgian chocolates (truffles!!!), cheese and fruits. And then voila, the spread for lunch was ready. More food! More drinks! More wine!

By the time the rabbi arrived and the wedding took place, everyone was joking that the couple already had a legitimate cause for a divorce - they were too drunk to know what they were doing.

The ceremony was unscripted and joyfully simple. The guests were limited to very close friends and family. The food was a mix of the penultimate in French and Italian cuisine made mostly from only the freshest ingredients and drawing exquisite flavours. Sitting in the middle of New England, it felt more like we were in another continent surrounded by trellis of fresh flowers and the chirping of birds. There was a single violin that provided the tune for the dreamy wedding march. For the rest of the day, the bride's brother who is a DJ managed the music including the processional which was a remix of the dance tune "It's a Beautiful Life". PARTY!!!!

This wedding would rank as one of the best I have attended in my lifetime. It was about everyone having fun and celebrating the special occassion. By the time we were ready to drive back to New York, everyone have had a bit too much alcohol and the party was literally just getting started.